In the time that followed, the Magician performed various tricks with all sorts of props, including large-scale stage magic and close-up magic, where Spectators were invited to participate on stage.
The Magician was very clever. After one magical trick after another was displayed, the Spectators below were eager to try. Only then did the Magician invite people onto the stage for close-up magic.
It proved that the experienced Magician was the creator, mobilizer, and dominator of the atmosphere. Unbeknownst to them, the Spectators, under the Magician's invisible direction, witnessed one miracle after another, and time flowed by amidst a succession of dazzling magic performances.
It was good that few Spectators participated in the magic show. Even Fulen was able to cooperate and participate in a close-up magic trick. It was truly commendable; this Magician's technique was extremely skilled, and he used his mastery of attention to make Fulen cooperate in completing the performance. Fulen only realized the Magician's technique after returning to his seat.
Fulen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "A skilled Magician not only needs superb technique but also needs to grasp human hearts. Only after attracting others' attention can those sleight-of-hand tricks be effective."
Most of the Magician's tricks, Fulen could see through at a glance. A few others, Fulen could figure out with a little thought. As for a few more, Fulen estimated that he could only barely achieve them by using his Trickmaster ability. However, Fulen didn't delve into it; enjoying the magic show was the most crucial thing right now.
Finally, without Fulen even realizing it, the magic show came to an end.
After performing a small stage magic trick, the Magician took off his tall hat, rummaged inside for a while, and from time to time, a pigeon flew out, or a strange object was pulled out, making everyone laugh endlessly.
Finally, the Magician pulled out a pocket watch, glanced at it, and then chuckled, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, time is always fleeting, just like a rushing river cannot flow back. So, today's magic show is over. Ladies and gentlemen, goodbye!"
After speaking, sparks erupted from the Magician's body, and in a flash, he turned into a man of fire. After people exclaimed, the stage was instantly enveloped in flames. Soon after, the flames disappeared, and both the magic props and the Magician vanished.
And light returned to the auditorium. Fulen smacked his lips, feeling that he hadn't seen enough, but when he came to his senses, he realized that he seemed a bit tired from watching the performance. When one's mind is focused, one doesn't feel fatigue, but once relaxed, one becomes exceptionally tired; this is precisely the principle.
Fulen felt as if he had eaten a delicious feast, his whole being filled with the satisfaction and exhaustion of being full. As he slowly walked out, dragging his feet, Fulen still felt that this magic show was endlessly memorable.
Although Fulen's head was a bit muddled, he still remembered that his purpose for coming here was twofold: first, to learn from the master, and second, to offer himself, recommending himself as a Magician for the Circus. Therefore, Fulen did not intend to leave immediately but was prepared to go to the front hall and ask Darlene.
Although Sohier Circus's magic this time was very memorable, it didn't mean that Fulen, who had consumed the potion, was completely clueless. Fulen was confident that as long as he gathered the equipment, he could also accomplish most of it.
Fortunately, when Fulen arrived at the front hall, Darlene had two gentlemen standing in front of her. One was the Magician in a tailcoat, and the other was a gentleman in a white suit, wearing a gold-rimmed monocle.
To reiterate, Fulen was very lucky. This gentleman did not have black hair but had smooth golden short hair, and his face had the high nose and wide eyes of a European. If this gentleman had the most common Asian appearance that Fulen was used to, Fulen would have been scared out of his wits.
Fulen also had to sigh that fortunately, besides the Spectator Pathway, even a true god cannot be summoned merely by a mental whisper. Of course, Outer Deity are an exception. Otherwise, he would have died long ago.
The Magician's sensitivity, formed through training, caused him to stop talking when Fulen intended to approach them. The Magician's intuition told him that this young man had something to discuss with them, so he paused his conversation.
Therefore, Fulen could clearly see the Magician's appearance, whom he had no time to look at during the performance. This person had an Asian appearance, black hair and black eyes, with a gentle smile on his face. Just like his uninhibited performance on stage, this person also looked like a wise man who plans before acting in real life.
However, this true gentleman in Fulen's eyes was not a young man but a middle-aged man. His gentle, jade-like face was already quietly covered with wrinkles. His hair was not obvious, but upon Fulen's careful observation, there were also a few silver strands interspersed in his black hair.
According to the principle that Asians age slower than Europeans, this Magician was clearly more than a decade older than he appeared.
And although the young man beside him was not so eye-catching, the gold-rimmed monocle beside his eye still left a deep impression on Fulen. However, at present, gold-rimmed monocles were the favorites of intellectuals and nobles, and Fulen couldn't quite tell their attire, but such a hobby still made Fulen feel lingering fear.
The young man, with a serious and earnest expression, asked stiffly, "Sir, is there anything?"
Their expressions were poles apart, making Fulen secretly grumble in his heart, but he still went straight to the point and said, "Hello, I would like to apply to be a Magician for your Circus."
The young man looked at Fulen, then at the elder beside him, hesitating indecisively. The elder, however, chuckled and stepped forward, extending his hand with a smile that made one feel as if bathed in spring breeze: "Lazer Anor, Magician of Sohier Circus. I welcome your joining, but we still need to conduct a test first."
Laze's decision clearly eased the atmosphere a little, and Fulen belatedly realized that he hadn't introduced himself, so he quickly said, "Fulen Freeman, a Magician." Then he quickly clasped the elder's hand.
Suddenly, the elder's hand was pulled down by Fulen. The young man's expression changed slightly but quickly recovered, while Darlene directly let out a scream. With this distraction, Fulen, at a speed invisible to ordinary people, hid his hand under his clothes.
Then Fulen said, "Hey, Miss, please don't shout anymore, please look closely." Only then did Darlene see that there was no fake hand on Fulen's hand, only a rose. Fulen sniffed the flower provocatively, then handed it to Darlene, and Darlene's screaming slowly stopped.