"Idiot! You still dare to ask for wages. Don't you know how much money I have lost because of you?"

The angry roar of the owner of the freak show troupe came from inside the tent.

Immediately afterwards, another crisp slap came.

Graal quickly exited the tent while covering his face.

Compared to two years ago, he has changed a lot.

The harsh sunshine and hard life on the island left indelible marks on his body, making him thin, with dark complexion, and his brows were slightly frowned at all times. Coupled with the strong flattery on his face at this moment,

It made him look like an eunuch or an actor or clown in the ancient palace, which was disgusting.

Fortunately, that flattering look disappeared soon after he left the tent.

As a result, he returned to his miserable and unlucky look.

Freak shows are popular in the United States.

It is an exhibition with the theme of abnormal phenomena/deformed creatures, which brings a spiritual impact to the visitors.

Nowadays, many people think it is inhumane.

But for people with physical deformities who are unable to engage in normal work, this is indeed a good way out.

That's what Graal thought.

But after actually joining the freak show troupe, Graal discovered that he was wrong.

Standing outside the boss's tent, he looked around and saw only a few shabby tents placed on the grass and a small stage made of rotten wood.

Oh yes, there’s also trash!

All kinds of garbage and vomit can be seen everywhere on this grassy area.

This performance troupe has only been stationed here for less than a week, and it has already turned this grassland into a garbage dump.

There was a sour smell of fermentation and decay in the surrounding air. This smell lingered in the entire camp. It mixed with the odor and sweat smell in the tent to form a brand new, very terrible smell.

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Not far away, two dwarfs with big heads and small bodies, who didn't look very smart, were hiding not far away and secretly watching him.

There is an old woman with three wives next to her.

Their clothes were also in tatters, and they had gloating smiles on their faces, obviously watching his excitement.

To be honest, they look more like a family of wandering gypsies than freak show actors.

Really wealthy and well-educated people would not come to a place like this to watch performances by people like this.

Only the low-class scum in Jersey would spend a few coins to watch a group of deformed actors act silly and amused on the stage, trying to gain some sense of superiority from people who are more unfortunate than themselves.

Naturally, you won't make much money by doing these people's business.

Graal acted as a clown here with a pair of lobster hands for several days. Not only did he not get a penny, but he also owed the boss a large amount of costume fees.

The most critical problem is that he can't even quit the performing group.

After all, his physical characteristics are too obvious.

And this is another island.

Even if he escapes, there is a high probability that people from the performing troupe will be able to find him.

And by that time, Graer was very sure that the boss who had been a strongman in the United States would break his neck.

"well--"

Sighing deeply, Graal lowered his head and walked towards his residence.

It was a small tent located in the middle of the camp. It was extremely low and extremely hot inside.

In the past, no one would want to approach this place.

Because right next to his small tent, there was a large glass box, which contained the boss's pet, a python.

That is a truly vicious beast!

Everyone in the performance group said that it once ate people!

But now, a strange man in black is standing in front of the glass box.

He and the python looked at each other, seemingly communicating.

And the next moment, the man and the snake turned to look at him at the same time.

Only then did Grall see the appearance of the man in black.

The other person has a very handsome face, and his blond hair is combed back into a meticulous back. Combined with his deep and indifferent eyes, it gives people a feeling of elegance and aloofness.

'This must be a noble in a high position!'

Graal made this judgment almost subconsciously.

The flattering smile bloomed from his face again.

He bent slightly and greeted the man respectfully:

"Good afternoon, distinguished sir!"

The man in black looked Graal up and down, and after a while he said expressionlessly:

"Are you Graal? The Graal who used to be in St. Brelade?"

Graer's expression was slightly condensed, but he still replied flatteringly:

"Yes, that's me."

"So, do you know John Shafiq and Michelle Shafiq?"

"Shafiq!...Ask me if I know those hateful brothers and sisters! Of course I know them! They were once members of St. Brelade!"

Graal raised his voice and his cheeks turned red.

Upon hearing this, the man in black's calm and bright eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he wanted to see through the person he was questioning.

"It seems that you are indeed the person I am looking for."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Did they get into any trouble?" Graal said in a panic, "Those brothers and sisters have been bullies and thieves in St. Breladeli since they were children. They bullied the poor people like us who stayed there.

, and take pleasure in it. To be honest, I am also a victim, and they have left Jersey for a long time. So if they cause any trouble, then you come to me I'm afraid..."

"They're dead."

"What?!"

Graal shouted in surprise, his face shining with joy, "How did they die?"

"A car accident took their lives."

"This is really cheap..."

"The perpetrators compensated them £50,000, and according to their dying wills, the money would be given to the people of St. Breladeli."

"Oh - I mean, this is really sad. The Shafiq brothers are obviously such good people!"

Graer suddenly changed his tone again, pretending to be sad and said, "We actually had a good relationship when we were in St. Brelade. I have always treated them as younger brothers and sisters!"

A trace of ridicule flashed across the face of the man in black, and he sneered:

"This is different from what you just said."

"Please forgive me, dear sir! I only deliberately said that I had a bad relationship with the Shafiq brothers because I was afraid of causing trouble! This is a little cleverness belonging to a lowly and low-class person like me. Of course, in the eyes of a smart and noble man like you,

This behavior is stupid and ugly, but it is the secret to our survival!"

Graal lamented, "So are you..."

"I am a lawyer who was entrusted by the local government to complete the wills of the Shafiq brothers and sisters. Well, you can call me Mr. Riddle."

"Dear Mr. Riddle, I think I should also have a share of this money, right?"

"Yes, there is, but I'm afraid the amount is not that much. After all, according to the will, most of the money will be given to Sister Shafiq and the priest of St. Brelade, and the remaining part will be equally divided among them.

Bums."

"If that's the case, I don't think you need to go to St. Brelade's anymore."

Graal suddenly laughed and said, "Because St. Brelade has been abandoned, all the tramps except me are dead, and even the nuns are dead!

As for the pastor! Hahaha! I guess the Shafiq brothers would not be willing to hand over the money to the pastor!

Because that priest is a devil!
Chapter completed!