The Last Gentleman
Chapter 517: Midfield Banquet

"William, are you still dancing here? You’re up in just a few more minutes."

Catherine, while drooling over William’s physique and dance moves, attempted to awake him from his engrossed state.

However, William’s consciousness was not immersed; it had always been with him, and he was well aware of the time.

"Don’t worry, I have a good sense of time... Mr. Rabbit’s dance display is a rare opportunity. I only need to keep the last minute free."

William had already grasped the "rhythm" within the dance,

He controlled every muscle in his body with his full-body epilepsy to keep up with this rhythm, not only avoiding physical collapse like the audience, but also experiencing a level of comfort in his body he had never felt before, as if every muscle was activated during the process.

William even felt like he was back in that underground club, dancing fervently with a group of rabbit-men.

"This is completely different from the physical body bestowed upon me by teacher Zede; it is a shared, intense physical sensation! No language is needed, just through the quivering of the body, one can achieve deeper communication.

If I keep dancing like this, I should be able to truly warm up before my show starts."

William decisively stopped dancing and called his clothes back, but the ’gentleman’s clothes’ that could wriggle back to him stopped at his feet, seemingly resistant and not willing to climb onto his body.

The reason was that after dancing passionately, William’s body was drenched in sweat, as if coated with a shiny oil, and was also emitting a strong odor; the Yellow Skin hidden within the clothes was obviously disgusted by the smell.

But with only a minute left, William had no choice but to forcefully don the attire.

As the fabric of the clothes absorbed all the sweat and then expelled it through the fibers at the tail end. Even though the whole process took less than ten seconds to complete, the sweat inevitably passed through the clothes.

William could hear faint sounds of retching coming from within the fabric,

"Yellow Skin, are you alright?"

The proactive concern did not elicit a response,

Clearly, Yellow Skin disliked this almost perverse physical display, but it had to admit that this bizarre dance allowed for deeper physical purification.

Just before going on stage, Yellow Skin still sent over a string of text messages.

"Great!"

William raised his hands over his head, clapping with all his might!

Slap~ The long-awaited Poker Face Team was awakened by the clap, each pushing a cart full of dishes and proceeding together towards the audience area.

William was holding the Magic Box he had obtained from Zede, leading the way at the front of the cart convoy.

As he was about to leave the backstage area, a multitude of encouraging cheers came from behind, including from the malicious Art,

"Good luck newbie~ Make sure you put on a great show and become one of us. I’m quite craving your ’Red Oil Dumplings’; I almost burst from eating them last time, hahaha."

[Performance Venue]

As the circus troupe’s performance ended, the Circus space also shrank back to its normal size.

The foldable people’s group even took the trash with them as they left the venue, sparing the receptionist from further cleaning.

Even though the scene reverted to its original state, the number of audience members had drastically reduced,

Only 60% of the audience still sat in their seats, while the rest, having lost all fear, had become zombies.

Even those who managed to persist felt their thoughts still influenced by the Circus troupe, always sensing a muscular man with a rabbit’s head mask incessantly dancing in front of them.

As a result, their muscles remained tense and challenging to relax, not even the receptionist’s massage service did much good.

Then,

A loud and penetrating voice spread throughout the venue,

The voice, produced by the resonance in the skull cavity and amplified with the Iron Chains mask worn over the face,

Combined the effects of ’Madness Brain’ and ’Needle-stabbing Pain’. The sound waves turned into a series of fine needles autonomously Locking onto targets, directly impacting the brains of each Audience member.

"OK, family! All eyes on me, look here, look at me—I have an announcement to make!

Given that you’ve all just experienced an exhilarating and thrilling circus performance,

The Circus has specially prepared a ’Live Feast’ to soothe your hearts, restore your physical state, lift your low spirits, and enable you all to continue watching the performance in a much better condition.

I, the Reserve Chef, William Behrens~ have prepared this especially for you."

These words made the real chef, hiding in a dark corner, twitch uncontrollably.

Whoosh! William, wearing a white chef’s hat, spread his arms wide open in a state of excitement, even creating a wave of energy that rippled behind him.

The Poker Face Team lined up behind him, presenting the dining carts to the audience’s view.

When William felt the gaze of over 90% of the audience on him, the iron chain mask on his face vibrated, and his needle-sharp voice once again filled the venue.

"However, such a feast cannot be freely chosen and needs to be determined by drawing lots,

In my hand, I hold a lottery box containing slips of paper with the names of different dishes written on them.

Since this is meticulously prepared by me, all present audience members must take part in a ’draw lottery’, and anyone refusing to draw will get a chance for a one-on-one conversation with me."

William’s aura changed drastically as he spoke, as if the aura of the dead from the Original Tomb was spewing out, giving the feeling that his eyeballs and tongue were about to slip and fall out, and even the top half of his head was about to rot and flow away.

At the same time, there were dense, needle-like stabs emerging throughout his skin, much like the pain-inflicting prison guards in a monastery.

"Never compare the feast I’ve prepared with the ’maggot food’ you’re eating right now,

The maggot food the receptionist provided you can only replenish your proteins, but I will bring you real delicacies that will energize your spirits and repair your bodies."

As William spoke these words,

The audience, who were eating the receptionist’s food, discovered that their mouths were filled with foul-smelling maggots, and the strong sense of disgust made them vomit,

But there were also a few who seemed to quite enjoy this taste.

"How about this, seeing everyone looking so cautious, it seems you don’t quite trust me, before we start the collective drawing, why don’t we randomly select an audience member to try it first?"

William looked around in an exaggerated theatrical manner and appeared to randomly select a certain unfamiliar audience member, who in fact was an ’acquaintance’.

A ’substitute audience’ member, a student of William’s who had been recruited by Catherine during an outing.

Since they were a reserve, their strength was relatively weak,

They had also passed through the circus’s maze earlier by a lucky chance,

The individual’s fear value was now almost depleted, easily allowing William to completely dominate him.

"Congratulations, lucky audience member! You will be the first to enjoy the food prepared by the deputy chef. Come, draw the lot!"

William’s words drilled into the other person’s ears like a command.

When the lottery box was handed over, the individual’s hand reached in synchronously, drawing a slip of paper and voluntarily unfolding it.

[Mushroom Chicken Noodle Soup]

"A standard dish... Come on! Enjoy the feast you have drawn to your heart’s content."

A bowl of noodle soup, served in a clay pot and emitting a rich fragrance, was brought over by a member of the Poker Face Team.

Just smelling the aroma made many nearby audience members drool,

The person exaggeratedly slurped the noodles, causing many in the audience to crave it, their stomachs churning with hunger after three hours of terrifying escape.

What they didn’t notice was that there seemed to be some other, strange ingredients inside the noodles.

The audience member tasting the noodles, already invaded by the Madness Brain, ignored this weirdness and even feigned an extremely enjoyable posture.

When the soup was finished,

Pop! The clothing on the person’s body burst open, and they were completely immersed in the forest of delicacies, unable to extricate themselves.

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