The Last Gentleman
Chapter 495: Injured

"Boss, you were actually hurt!"

Although Catherine’s shout contained concern, she did not go over to Art’s side; instead, she stretched out her hand in front of William.

Art rubbed his chopped shoulder and slowly walked towards them,

"The rebirth of Cancer Palace, the opponent has quite impressive strength and a weapon that can threaten me. It’s a pity, if we could capture that person, maybe he could have replaced you, Catherine... but of course, only after you are dead.

That person was able to find the Circus Tent using Sensing because someone here used the ’Moon’ ability. It seems that it was you, wasn’t it, William?"

William did not intend to hide anything, based on Clown Art’s words, he had already deduced who it was.

"Has Moon Scar arrived? Where is he?"

Art gestured a running motion with two fingers, "Regrettably, he has already escaped. Our spar was inconclusive. He is still very young, very promising, and very strong.

William, you must be one of his infections, aren’t you? It seems like a rather special one, very much within his focus, otherwise he wouldn’t have deliberately approached despite knowing the risks of the Circus.

Can I use you as bait to draw that fellow out once again?"

Regarding the question Art threw out, William merely smiled slightly. He could tell that Art, this exceedingly malignant existence, seemed to have been outwitted by Lorrian.

"Boss, William he..."

Catherine was about to say something when William took a step forward, "Is Lorrian alright?"

"He abruptly left the spar, naturally he isn’t in the best shape. However, that guy seems to carry a medical team with him. Even affected by agoraphobia, he’s far from death. It even feels like he could recover soon.

You haven’t answered my question yet, William. Can you be my bait in the future to draw that man out again?"

Art had moved in front of the two, creating a palpable sense of oppression.

Similarly, William could clearly see the cut mark on the other’s shoulder. Under the ripped clown suit, there was a silver-shining wound. Even a Cancer Palace mutant like Art could self-heal within a short period.

"I’m not familiar with Mr. Art, but I have known Moon Scar for a long time.

So I cannot agree to such a request for now... If Mr. Art could hold a higher place in my heart than Moon Scar, I would indeed be happy to serve as bait."

Art’s lips, smeared with black paint, split completely, "You really know how to talk. I really want to rip your mouth out, along with your tongue and voice box, and make a vintage phonograph by the bed to talk enough."

"If Mr. Art has nothing else, I will take my leave... until the next Magic Feast."

The term [Magic Feast] made Art tilt his head, his fingers continuously tapping on his bare head, but he quickly figured out what it was about, looking at the fear fluid flooding the stage.

"It seems you have the boss’s approval; no wonder you speak with such confidence... See you next time then. During this time at the Circus, I will work on fostering our relationship well."

Malice spread out with these words, sprinkling across the entire performance area.

William, enduring the discomfort caused by agoraphobia, left the area together with Catherine.

"Did my performance actually lure Lorrian here? It’s not like a lure; I estimate he was active nearby, thus generating moon Sensing. Because of the isolation provided by the Circus Tent, this Sensing couldn’t spread far.

That Lorrian is already able to directly confront Art, and even manage to slightly injure him, this growth rate is simply too abnormal, I must accelerate my pace."

When William arrived backstage to exchange the fear performance fee he had earned, Catherine stayed back to back with him the whole way to ensure Art hadn’t followed.

"William, you dared to talk to Boss Art with that tone, plus that mocking manner of speaking, it could really kill people! The boss himself has personally killed the former Assistant Clown.

He acts completely without considering the consequences, even if the boss favors you... Killing you, a potential ordinary member, at most would mean confinement for a month."

"In that situation, if I hadn’t been firm, things would have been worse."

Moreover, isn’t Catherine with you? How about we stay together inside the circus, combining our training?"

These words made Catherine slightly embarrassed, "That’s possible... but I also have to rehearse the program, especially before the official performance I must seclude myself in the Clown House."

"If the boss comes looking for you during that time, I’ll be helpless."

"No worries, I’ll either stay in the Magic Area or go to the zoo to find Brother Zock, or just hang out in the circus, I won’t run around aimlessly."

"Circus~ you really plan to go there... well then~ just be careful, the boss acts without any bottom line or logic, you might accidentally step on a red nose dropped on the ground and get whisked away by the boss."

"Got it, I’ll be careful."

Meanwhile.

Many miles away from the circus, in a deep swamp, a human clinic was temporarily ’constructed’ that could not be seen by ordinary eyes,

To be precise, the whole clinic building seemed to be directly formed through ’moonlight scanning’.

An urgent large-scale operation was being conducted inside the clinic.

A team of nurses wrapped in bandages and oozing blood were continuously moving in and out of the operating room, each time carrying a large wooden tub filled with arms, legs, and tumor masses.

In the operating room,

a tall female doctor, using metal rod-like body to hang various types of drip bags, amounting up to eighteen,

Lorrian lay on the operating table with infusion needles inserted into his forehead, eyeballs, carotid arteries, heart, and other parts, stabilizing his physical condition.

He held a surgical knife in his hand, meticulously cutting a ’malicious tumor’ hidden deep in his body, even between his soul.

As long as this lump of tumor wasn’t removed, his body would continue to proliferate and worsen, frequently growing extra limbs and occasionally sprouting malformed silvery heads,

and the festering tumor clusters were proliferating at all times.

Each proliferation took a huge amount of nutrients from his body, requiring infusion to sustain.

Moon Eyes remained open, finally spying the tumor piece hidden in the narrow gaps of the soul, the melanin on the surface of the mass even conglomerated into a dynamic clown smile.

Swish!

With precise knife skills, the tumor within the soul was excised in one stroke and then vanished in the moonlight.

The systemic proliferation finally stopped.

"Phew~" Lorrian, too, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What a terrifying ability... many times more dangerous than ordinary cancer patients. Malicious proliferation under the influence of Fear can directly affect my soul, wrapping the whole duel in malice.

No wonder he’s the chief clown of the circus.

Unexpectedly, William, you’ve already joined such a special and dangerous organization; catching up with each other has become considerably difficult.

Since you’re already in the circus, I don’t need to interact with this organization anymore; sooner or later, when we merge into one, we can perfectly integrate our life experiences."

Lorrian slowly removed the needles from his body while glancing sideways at the female doctor’s head mounted on the metal stand,

"The tumor samples cut by the great sword have been collected, right?"

"They’ve been taken to the laboratory for sample analysis."

"Good, next time I meet this fellow, I must kill him! I believe William must also be having a tough time dealing with such people; such a barrier that might affect our merge must be eliminated."