Chapter 171 Pei Hening: "Who are you? What right do you have to tell me what to do?"
Pei Hening looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person was none other than Merkel, the royal translator that the painter Pei'er was looking for.
Merkel wore a comfortable and appropriate light blue casual outfit, with a string of round, full pearls around her neck that shone with a lustrous sheen.
The incandescent light shone on her face, making her appear frighteningly white.
When the painter, Peier, saw who it was, she was stunned. She had seen Merkel come out with Tribes with her own eyes. What was going on now?
Could it be that she saw it wrong?
"Merkel, what are you doing behind me?"
The royal translator, Merkel, ignored Pei's incredulous expression and glanced at Pei Hening almost imperceptibly. She said casually, "You're mistaken. I've been looking for the banquet hall and just came out."
Pei Hening raised an eyebrow slightly, her suspicions beginning to resurface.
She glanced at Merkel, then at Peir, whose face was full of confusion.
Which of them is lying?
Pei Hening noticed that the bloody smell in the backstage of the Happy Circus had faded, so she put aside what she was doing and headed backstage.
"Ms. Tribes, wait a moment."
The royal translator, Merkel, wanted to call out to Pei Hening.
But she did not stop.
Merkel became anxious: "Ms. Tribes, I advise you not to go backstage. If you go in, you may disturb the performers, or even worse, it may affect the performance."
She offered a seemingly well-intentioned reminder: "I think that as a public figure, you should pay more attention to your image and consider other people more."
Pei Hening stopped and turned to look at her: "Who are you?"
"Merkel".
She gave a mocking smile: "Is it any of your business what I do?"
The painter, Pei'er, was taken aback by her unexpected remark.
Merkel's expression turned grim: "I was just trying to be helpful."
Perle sensed the sharpness in Merkel's words, and her unease grew stronger.
Why did Merkel prevent Tribes from going backstage at the Joyful Circus?
You know, these big spenders could not only get into the backstage of the circus, they could even buy the circus itself.
They are the ones who hold the capital!
Pei Hening continued walking backstage at the circus, ignoring the two of them.
Remembering the task the system had assigned her, Pei'er suppressed her frustration and took the initiative to smooth things over: "Merkel, let's go back. The performance isn't over yet."
The royal translator, Merkel, gave Pei Hening's retreating figure a long look and nodded reluctantly.
She still wanted to stop her, but that idiot Tribes wouldn't listen to her at all!
As they walked into the banquet hall, Merkel did not return to her seat, but instead went to Anna, who was sitting in the corner patiently editing photos.
She looked down at Anna and said, "You're Tribes' assistant, right?"
Anna got PTSD from that sentence and subconsciously wondered if that ancestor could offend someone just by watching a performance?
She looked towards Pei Hening's spot and found it empty. Her expression changed drastically. Oh no! Where is the ancestor?
"Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"
Anna rummaged through her memory, matching the face to the name Merkel, and her tone softened slightly: "Merkel, the translator."
"Trappis sneaked into the backstage area of the circus, and I think as her assistant, it's necessary for you to stop her outrageous behavior."
Anna's expression changed. Blanche had repeatedly told her to keep an eye on that guy, but she never expected that he could slip away while she was editing a picture!
The royal translator, Merkel, was fairly satisfied with her reaction, adding, "If you go now, you should still be able to stop her."
"No matter what, Tribes is a public figure..."
Anna closed her laptop and stood up: "I understand! Thank you, Merkel's translator."
The painter, Perle, stood quietly to the side, watching Merkel and Anna complain.
Noticing the strange smile on Merkel's face, I felt a chill run down my spine for no apparent reason.
She might have to stay away from this person. At worst, she can just stop doing the tasks assigned by the system. As long as she survives these five days, she can still leave the instance alive after completing the battle royale.
After carefully considering the pros and cons, Peirce resolutely distanced herself from Merkel and quietly returned to her position.
Fifty-seven-year-old slanted-eyed philanthropist Adams was elegantly cutting a cigar when he saw her return, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.
He feigned curiosity and asked, "Did you find the person?"
Pei'er glanced at him indifferently, her tone icy: "Found it."
Philanthropist Adams sensed her aloofness and stopped trying to win her over.
He preheated the cigar with a pine stick and lit it as he smoked.
After lighting his cigar, Adams turned his gaze to the stage, pondering the relationship between the painter Pere and the translator Merkel.
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Backstage at the Happy Circus.
The moment Pei Hening stepped backstage, she sensed something was wrong.
It was extremely dark here. She walked slowly along the wall, feeling her way through the European-style carved walls, when she suddenly looked up—there was a magical fluctuation in the backstage area!
She tried to retrieve [Hobbs's Chainsaw], only to realize she had put it in her backpack, meaning only the items in the card album would be usable now.
She slightly curled her left hand, and a pink card appeared in her palm.
The pink card features a lifelike depiction of a samurai sword.
Pei Hening remained calm; the more nervous you are in a situation like this, the more likely you are to make a mistake.
She reached towards the source of the bloody smell and noticed that the magical fluctuations were becoming more pronounced—could the thing that Rune had asked Chu Xuange to find be kept in the backstage area?
She came across a door that wasn't closed properly; orange light escaped through the crack, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Pei Hening pressed herself against the wall, tiptoeing towards the door that wasn't fully closed. A familiar male voice rang out: "Where is he? Are you all useless? You just watched him disappear right under your noses?"
"Sir, don't worry, he definitely won't be able to escape."
"Sir, please don't be angry."
The familiar male voice spoke again: "Heh, he definitely couldn't escape? Then how did he disappear right under your noses? Go and catch him!"
"Yes, sir."
"We will definitely bring them back!"
Immediately afterwards, Pei Hening heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar; the group of people were heading towards the door!
She gripped the card tightly in her left hand, tiptoed to an inconspicuous storage room, opened the door, and slipped inside.
"I shot that man six times. He definitely can't escape. You're too anxious, sir."
"Alright, let's arrest them."
Pei Hening peered outside through the slightly ajar door.
Both of them were wearing clown masks, and the one closer to the storage room had a piece of white medical gauze stuck to his ear.
He held the magazine in his left hand and loaded bullets into it with his right, his movements swift and efficient.
Pei Hening noticed a large bruise on his temple, which she had hit with the metal butt of a gun!
Her eyes turned cold. He really wasn't dead. He was incredibly lucky!