Built on the upper district of the Mysterious Skin Factory, the Green Manor.
Marquis Enwei sat alone at the edge of the rooftop, observing the circus tent below.
He was considered the most patient among the 'Seven Marquis'; he wouldn't feel bored even if he watched for seven days and nights consecutively.
But less than an hour passed before something happened.
The golden gentleman clown statue built atop the circus tent unexpectedly started to move, pulling out an ultra-long structured loudspeaker from who knows where,
one end fit over the statue's mouth,
the other directed at the Green Manor where the noble blood citizens resided,
§Hahaha, hahaha, ha! How come no one has entered the circus yet? We've prepared thoroughly for this performance against the blood plague infectees, specially making blood-flavored desserts to your taste§
§Ha↑ah↓ha, such cautious folks~ Come quickly, our tent doesn't eat people. §