In recent days, Luo En had been trying to find clues related to the word "Antigonus".
However, there was no relevant record in any book. Undeterred, he went through almost all history books related to the Fourth Epoch, but still found nothing.
"It seems impossible to find relevant information from public sources," Luo En sighed.
Recently, besides searching for information about "Antigonus", he was also looking for methods to authenticate Beyonder potion formulas.
Although he had already authenticated it through divination, he was still a bit uneasy.
Firstly, his own divination ability was only considered introductory, and he still maintained a certain degree of doubt about his own divination ability.
Secondly, if a Beyonder potion formula went wrong, it could be fatal.
It was better to be cautious with such things. He didn't want to be targeted by the Official for this.
Although Luo En subconsciously already believed in the authenticity of those Beyonder potion formulas.
But "better safe than sorry" was also his principle; he had seen countless examples of accidents due to a lack of quality control.
For safety, he always kept that notebook in his satchel and carried it with him.
The purpose of authenticating it was to sell the formula for money. But two days passed, and he still had no clue. Things like Beyonder gatherings were often in the form of old members bringing in new ones.
Only by finding a suitable middleman to introduce you could you possibly join. Therefore, it was very unfriendly to newcomers without connections.
That's why Luo En believed it was a miracle that the original owner could buy the correct formula and materials.
In fact, Luo En could somewhat understand why it was in this form. From his observations, the Official of this world held a strong opposing attitude towards ordinary people coming into contact with the Beyonder.
There was a chasm between Beyonders and ordinary people, which could be seen from how the Beyonder was completely hidden in ordinary history books.
Luo En could understand that the Official wanted to control Beyonder powers, but unfortunately, as a Transmigrator, Luo En was naturally in an adversarial position to the Official Church.
It went without saying that the Official's attitude towards wild Beyonders was definitely exceptionally poor.
"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Transmigration Guide said the Official was not feasible," Luo En's thoughts wandered.
Luo En, strolling along the roadside, found himself in a relatively open area, but unexpectedly, the surroundings became increasingly lively.
Feeling the clamor around him, Luo En snapped out of his thoughts.
"Is this a Circus?"
Looking at several huge tents, the occasional noise emanating from them, and the large number of Spectators around, Luo En confirmed that this was a Circus.
"It's very much in line with the entertainment of this era."
In this era without television, radio, or movies, watching a Circus performance could be considered the pinnacle of entertainment for ordinary people, which also explained why there was such a large crowd.
They wouldn't all buy tickets to see the Circus, but experiencing the atmosphere was still possible.
"Clang clang—!"
Luo En looked back and saw a tall, thin figure leaning against a lamppost, with pointed leather shoes peeking out from under his striped trousers, juggling three bright red apples.
The shoes on his feet seemed to have springs, and he bounced and hopped towards Luo En.
Three red apples rolled from his sleeve to his palm, starting with simple rotation and juggling.
After juggling twice, the Clown suddenly threw the apples towards the lamppost and did a somersault, ducking underneath. The apples landed just right, caught by his nose tip, while the other two bounced off his upturned shoetips back into his hand.
Watching the other party's performance, Luo En was slightly stunned, showing an appreciative expression.
Not bad, he was quite impressive. With that body coordination, even Luo En, as a Beyonder, felt inferior.
"Clap clap clap!"
Seeing the other party perform so diligently, Luo En did not stingy his applause; he even considered whether to throw a few coins as a tip.
The Clown, seeing this, grinned again and pointed towards the Circus. His expression seemed to say, "Come quickly to see our Circus performance, there's something even more exciting inside the tent."
This successfully piqued Luo En's interest. He had never seen a Circus since he was a child, and ever since his transmigration, he had been in a constant state of tension, never truly relaxing.
"Meeting it is fate, let's go take a look." With that, Luo En ran to the ticket booth and spent two su le to buy a ticket.
As soon as he entered the theater tent, Luo En found that the internal space was larger than he had imagined, almost the size of his old school auditorium. Before he could even take two steps, he heard a round of applause.
"Whoop!"
A Beast Tamer, holding a whip, was commanding a lion to jump through hoops on the stage.
"Wow, the legendary jumping through fire hoops, though there's no fire."
Seeing that the performance suited his taste, he quickly hurried forward and found a front-row seat.
Crack! With the Beast Tamer's whip, the lion clumsily did another somersault.
After that, the Clowns came on stage to perform backflips and juggling.
He also saw the one who had performed for him outside earlier.
Some Clowns even deliberately made mistakes for the sake of the show, intentionally slipping during backflips, falling themselves, and knocking over several other Clowns beside them.
Such a comical scene made the Spectators burst into laughter.
At this moment, a figure appeared in the center of the stage.
It was a Magician, wearing a tuxedo, a fuchsia bow tie, and a tall, large top hat.
As soon as he came up, he snapped his fingers, and then a stream of flames shot up from his sleeve, immediately causing the Spectators in the venue to cheer and applaud.
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Inside the Circus dressing room.
Several Clowns were removing their makeup while complaining to the Magician: "Boss, when can we go back?"
The Magician stopped adjusting his suit, glanced at the Clown, and said, "It should be until the end of next month."
"Ah! That long?" the Clown complained.
"You should be happy to get such a completely risk-free mission, yet you're still complaining."
"But I feel this is more tiring than usual field missions, and I have to deliberately make a fool of myself, which makes my mental pressure immense."
The Magician turned his head and ignored his words.
"By the way, why does the Shawshank Firm send various teams to perform every year?" another Clown asked.
"To digest Beyonder potions, you should have experienced the digestion of Beyonder potions too," the Magician said as a matter of course.
"Then why must it be this city? If it's to avoid the Official's gaze and specifically not choose a big city, there are other more suitable small cities to choose from."
This question stumped the Magician. After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Perhaps it's a custom. Who knows what the higher-ups are thinking?"
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"Black Spade K, the Amon clones mixed in with several special operations teams have been cleared."
"Also, here are the materials you need."
"Thank you for your hard work, just put them on the table."
After his subordinate left, the person called Black Spade K picked up the materials in front of him, glanced at them, and then muttered to himself.
"1349, a year with special significance."
"It's also the year He kept mentioning."
"Interesting!"
Looking at the materials in front of him, Black Spade K reached out and conjured a monocle, placing it over his right eye.