Chapter 78: Recruit Kara

Everyone knelt down before him, admired him, worshipped him, praised him, praised him!
Endless wealth, luxurious palaces, hordes of beauties...
Kara stood on the balcony of the palace, shouting to the crowd worshiping him: "I am the king of the world!"
However, suddenly, he found that his subjects were generally expressionless as puppets, and their cheers were monotonous like noise. The palace was just a wooden shed painted with pastels...
Everything was distorted and dissipated, and in the end only a thick dark fog remained.
Struggling with the darkness of the surrounding land, Kara tried hard to shake the clouds and mist and woke up from the dream.
Kara woke up, he knew he was awake before he opened his eyes.
He didn't have the sulfur smell and the scorching sensation of magma as he expected. On the contrary, he lay on the silk quilt like a cloud, and the smooth silk bed sheet was close to his body.
This feeling is very comfortable. He has forgotten how long he has not slept in bed. In the circus, he either slept in a straw or on a wooden box. The wooden box was very small, even for his dwarf. In terms of stature, they are a little unable to lie down, and their legs should hang outside the box.
His "bedroom" is an animal cage tent. If it wasn't the foot kicked by Marcos, the team supervisor, who woke him up every day, it was the roar of Lion Lion, or the elk Bambi spilled urine on his head.
Cara opened his eyes and saw a comfortable and luxurious hotel room. The illusionist can often tell the lucidity or the illusion based on his intuition. He knows that this is not a dream.
But he did not understand why this was not a dream.
After he was deceived by the devil, the final place for his soul must be the bottomless abyss, tortured forever in the fire of hell.
Cara has awakened, he was deceived by the devil, and the signed agreement contains numerous text traps set by the devil. Whether his plan to become the "circus king" succeeds or not, the profit will always be cunning. devil.
"Are you awake? Mr. Kara."
A cordial male voice sounded, and Kara calmed down, followed the sound, and saw a young man with black hair.
Kara recognized this young man because he helped Alley destroy the illusion space carefully constructed by the illusionist, and knocked him to the ground with just one stroke of "shock punch", which caused him to vomit blood and die.
"I'm not dead?" Carla asked in confusion, "I clearly remember..."
"I moved my hands and feet a little bit." The young man blinked at him: "If there is such a big mess, so many people have died, the guards will definitely take you away and put you in jail, leaving you rotten in it. "
"Who are you?" Carla stared at him alertly and said, "Why are you doing this, what are you going to do to me?"
After asking several questions, he suddenly felt that there was nothing worth asking about these questions, and his nervousness calmed down.
He is just a humble and ugly dwarf with the stench of beast dung. He can only perform zero-level tricks and bewitching light and shadow magic. He does not earn 1 gold coin for a whole day, not as high as the daily income of beggars in the port area. .
For people like him, apart from the fact that a soul distorted by hatred and humiliation can sell a few gold coins in the bottomless abyss, what else is worth remembering?
"I am Bradrow, but an artist."
The young man stood up, stroked his chest to the dwarf illusionist, and solemnly introduced himself: "I have invited you here to implore you to join my creative team, become the chief special effects artist, and create with us. A work of art that has attracted worldwide attention."
"Hahaha..." Carla laughed hysterically, "Is this a new way to tease people? Why don't you just kick my and watch me roll on the ground while holding my ass, and bring it to you like that? It’s more fun than verbal humiliation."
"Why do people always believe me when I tell the truth?"
The young man who called himself Bradero shrugged, sighed and said, "Mr. Cara, please don’t belittle yourself. The phantom space you have constructed is breathtaking and exquisite. This is an extraordinary talent, but it has not been used correctly. The realm. You are a piece of unrefined jade gold, all you lack is the connoisseur of gems who discover and sculpt you."
Cara stared at Bradro for a long time, trying to see hypocrisy and contempt from that face.
He is very good at doing this kind of things. When the priest of the Temple of Losanda wanted to preach to him, he saw through the deep contempt behind the face of love and tolerance, but this time he failed.
He had never seen a face so calm and without any mood swings.
"It looks like you don't believe me." Bradlow said with a smile: "I wish to recite the name of Sulfras, the of prophecy, and swear to prove that my invitation is full of sincerity and no falsehood."
Cara lowered his head to think, he raised his head again, and his emotions were calm: "Actually I have no choice, do I? I don't know if you are an artist, but I know you are a powerful adventurer. If I refuse you, I will not end well."
"You worry too much." Bradro shook his head and said: "Even if you reject me, I will not be against you. I fully respect everyone's choice of fate and will not use force to force others to do things for me. I have always believed that force cannot maintain a stable and harmonious cooperative relationship. Of course, your refusal will cause some twists and turns, but in the end you will still work for me, but the treatment will not be so good."
"Mr. Bredro, I don't believe you." Kara said with a wry smile: "But I really have no choice. Even if you let me go, I can't get out of Ascatla, just like you said. As soon as I show my face on the street, the town guard will throw me into jail and let me rot in it."
He murmured in despair, "No matter what you want to do with me, let me do for you, do it for you, it's better than being sold by demons and maggots in prison. But joining you Before the so-called'art troupe', I must make one point. I created the fantasy space of the circus mostly with the help of the power of the phantom gems exchanged by the devil contract. Now that the gems have been destroyed, I can no longer create them. Such a realistic phantom world."
"Mr. Kara, you made the wisest choice in your life, and I don't need you to create a circus-like illusion space, as long as you try your best to control the light and shadow and reflect simple illusion patterns."
Bradlow patted him on the shoulder: "Trust me, you will achieve brilliant achievements that mortals can't match, and your legend will live on forever because of the artworks created by our team. Even, one day, you will stand in the world. On the most magnificent hall, shouting to countless admirers:'I am the king of the world!'"
"Whatever you say, boss." Carla jumped out of bed, bowed to Bradro, and said, "As long as you take care of the rice and the sleeping straw can dry out, Carla the clown will have no complaints. Of course, the boss, even me Yes, I dare not let you hear it."
"Mr. Carla, please don't call me the boss, we are a partnership relationship." Bradrow's tone is very kind: "You can call me'brother','boss','friend','buddy', I I will rely on your talents and rely on your illusion skills, but I dare not put my face in front of you."
"As you like, boss...big." Carla said, "Boss, if you have anything you need Carla to do, just speak up."
"Mr. Kara, you also know that now your reputation is not very good..."
"Boss, I understand. This name is no longer available. It's like the Shadow Thief will change to a new name every year and a half. Please give me a new name."
Bredro nodded in satisfaction, admiring Carla's wit and on the road very much. The characters in the lawful evil camp are easier to deal with.
He thought for a moment, slapped his hands, and said, "I thought of a good name, and I think you will like it too."
"Say it, I'll listen."
"Cameron."