Everyone fell to his knees, admiring him, admiring him, praising him, and praising him!

Endless wealth, luxurious palaces, groups of beauties...

Kara stood on the balcony of the palace and shouted loudly to the crowd who worshiped him: "I am the king of the world!"

However, suddenly, he found that his subjects had expressionless faces like puppets, and the cheers were as monotonous as noise. The palace was just a wooden shed with pastels...

Everything was twisted and dissipated, and finally there was only a rich mist of darkness left.

Troubled with the darkness surrounding the ground, Kara tried hard to clear the clouds and wake up from her dream.

Kara woke up, and before he opened his eyes, he knew he had woken up.

It was not as good as the scent of sulfur and the scorching sensation of magma as he had expected. On the contrary, he lay on a cloud-like silk quilt, and the smooth silk sheets were pressed against his body.

This feeling was very comfortable. He had forgotten how long he hadn't slept in bed. In the circus, he either slept in a straw pile or a wooden box. The wooden box was very small, and even for his dwarf figure, he couldn't lie out, and his legs had to hang outside the box.

His "bedroom" is a beast cage tent. If he wakes up every day, if he is not the kicked foot by the regiment supervisor Marcos, the roar of the lion Ryan, or the elk Bambi urinates on his head.

Kara opened her eyes and saw a comfortable and luxurious hotel room. The illusionist could often tell whether she was awake or dream by intuition. He knew that this was not a dream.

But he didn't understand why this was not a dream.

After he was deceived by the devil, his soul's final destination must be a bottomless abyss, and he was tortured forever in the scorching fire of hell.

Kara has woken up and was deceived by the devil. The agreement signed was filled with countless text traps set by the devil. Regardless of whether his plan to become the "circus king" was successful or not, the cunning devil would always be the cunning devil.

"You're awake? Mr. Cara."

A kind male voice sounded, Kara calmed down, looked in the sound and saw a young man with black hair.

Kara recognized this young man, which was he who helped Ali destroy the illusion space carefully constructed by the illusionist. He knocked him to the ground with just one "shocking punch", hitting him to vomit blood and die.

"I'm not dead?" Kara asked in confusion: "I clearly remember..."

"I moved a little." The young man blinked at him: "So much trouble has happened and so many people have died. The guards will definitely take you away, put you in prison, and let you rot in it."

"Who are you?" Kara stared at him alertly and said, "Why are you doing this, what are you going to do to me?"

After asking several questions in a row, he suddenly felt that there was nothing worth asking about these questions, and his nervous mood calmed down.

He is just a lowly and ugly dwarf with a stinking smell of wild beasts. He can only order zero-level tricks and demagogue people's light and shadow magic. He can earn less than a gold coin all day long, and is not as high as the daily income of beggars in the port area.

What else is there to think of someone like him, besides the souls twisted by hatred and humiliation, that can sell a few gold coins in the bottomless abyss?

"I am Bradro, an artist."

The young man stood up, gave a chest caress to the dwarf magician, and solemnly introduced himself: "I invited you here to urge you to join my creative team, become the chief special effects engineer, and create world-renowned works of art with us."

"Hahaha..." Kara laughed hysterically: "Is this a new way to tease people? You might as well kick me in the butt and watch me rolling on the ground with my butt covering my butt. That will bring you much more fun than verbal humiliation."

"Why does no one believe me when I tell the truth?"

The young man who claimed to be Bradro shrugged and sighed, "Mr. Cara, please don't underestimate yourself. The illusion space you built is breathtaking and exquisite. This is an extraordinary talent, but it is not used in the right field. You are a piece of rough jade and gold, and all you lack is to discover and carve your gem connoisseur."

Cara stared at Bradro for a long time, trying to see hypocrisy and contempt from that face.

He was very good at doing this. When the pastor of the Losanda Temple wanted to preach to him, he saw through the deep contempt behind his face of loving and tolerance, but this time he failed.

He had never seen a face so calm and without any emotional fluctuations.

"It seems you don't believe my words." Bradro said with a smile: "I would like to chant the name of the God of Prophecy Savras to prove that my invitation is full of sincerity and without false words."

Kara lowered her head and thought, and he raised his head again, his emotions calmed down: "Actually, I have no choice, right? I don't know if you are an artist, but I know very well that you are a powerful adventurer. If you refuse you, you will not end up well."

"You are too worried." Bradro shook his head and said, "Even if you reject me, I will not be detrimental to 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 rejection will cause some twists and turns, but in the end you will still work for me, but the treatment is not so good."

"Mr. Bradro, I don't believe you." Carla smiled bitterly, "But I really have no choice. Even if you let me go, I can't get out of Ascatra City. As you said, as soon as I show up on the streets, the town guards will throw me into prison and let me rot in it."

He murmured in dismay: "No matter what you want me to do for you, let me do whatever you want. It's better than the soul being sold by the devils and the body having maggots in prison. But before joining your so-called "art troupe", I must make one point that I created the circus' illusion space, mostly with the power of the illusion gems exchanged for the devil's contract. Now the gems have been destroyed, and I can no longer create such a realistic illusion world."

"Mr. Kara, you made the wisest choice in your life. I don't need you to create a illusion space like a circus. As long as you try your best to control the light and shadow and reflect a simple illusion pattern."

Bradro patted his shoulder: "Believe me, you will achieve brilliant achievements that are beyond the reach of mortals, and your legend will be remembered forever by the works of art created by our team. Even one day, you will stand on the most magnificent hall in the world and shout to countless admirers: 'I am the king of the world!'"

"Whatever you say, boss." Cara jumped out of bed, bowed to Bradro, and said, "As long as you keep the food in mind, the straw piles of sleeping can be dry, and Cara clown has no complaints. Of course, even if I have one, I dare not let you hear it."

"Mr. Carla, please don't call me Master Boss, we are a partner." Bradro's tone was very kind: "You can call me 'brother', 'boss', 'friend', 'brother', 'brother', I will rely on your talent and rely on your illusion, and I dare not show my face in front of you and show off my airs."

"As you like, boss... big." Kara said: "Boss, do you need Kara's service, just open your mouth."

"Mr. Kara, you know, you have a bad reputation now..."

"Boss, I understand. This name is no longer useful. Just like Shadow Thieves will change a new name every year or two. Please give me a new name."

Bradro nodded with satisfaction, appreciating Kara's tactfulness and superiority. People in the evil camp who are orderly and in the evil camp are easier to deal with.

He thought for a moment, slapped his face and said, "I thought of a good name, and I guess you will like it."

"Tell me, I'll listen."
Chapter completed!