Chapter 61 review

London, November 1, 1901 The man in the gray suit shuttled easily among the crowds of circus customers. When he walked towards the gate, the crowd naturally gave way without even thinking about it, splitting in two like a tide. The figure blocking his way near the edge of the courtyard was transparent, like a phantom in the flickering light of campfires and lanterns.The man in the gray suit stopped immediately, even though he could easily pass through the ghost of his colleague without hindrance and continue on. Really fun tonight, right?Hector asked him, drawing curious looks from nearby customers.

The man in the gray suit waved his gloved hand slightly, as if turning the pages of a book, and then those people stopped staring, their curious eyes lost focus, and their attention turned to other scenes. The crowd continued to pass, to and fro at the gate, without noticing the two gentlemen. It wasn't worth the trouble, Hector sneered: Half the population expected to see ghosts around every corner. The situation has gradually gotten out of control, the man in the gray suit said: This venue has always had the problem of being too exposed. That's interesting.Hector said, waving to the crowd.His hand passed through a woman's shoulder, and she turned around in amazement, but couldn't see anything, so she continued to move forward.Haven't you used enough hidden tricks?Even if you try your best to please Chandrash and earn control of the field?

I exerted no control over anything, the man in the gray suit said: I entered into a non-disclosure agreement with him under the guise of creating an air of mystery.My suggestion to him was simply: move the circus elsewhere without announcing it.This benefits both competitors. That would instead separate the two of them.If you had kept them together from the start, she would have crushed him years ago. Is your current state blinding you too?You're stupid enough to get yourself stuck in that state.If you can't see that they're obsessed with each other, you're still an idiot.If they hadn't been separated by two places before, this situation would only have happened earlier.

You should be a fucking matchmaker, Hector said, squinting eyes flickering in the undulating light, I'm training my competitors better. But she came to me.She invited me over herself, but you stopped him, and a figure in the crowd caught his eye. I think I told you to pick a competitor you can part with.Hector said he saw his companion's eyes turn to the young man in the bowler hat, who weaved distressedly through the crowd of customers, chasing after Chandrash, completely oblivious to the two of them.You always end up being too emotionally invested in your students.Unfortunately, very few of them realize that.

And how many of your students choose to end the competition by themselves?The man in the gray suit turned around and asked: Seven?Will your daughter be the eighth? That kind of thing won't happen again.Hector replied that despite his ethereal form, every word he uttered was sharp and heavy. If she wins, she'll hate you to death, if she doesn't already have hatred for you. She will win.Don't try to hide from the fact that she's much tougher than your contestants, and always has been. The man in the gray suit raised his hand in the direction of the campfire, amplifying the echo from the distance in the atrium so that Hector could hear his daughter repeating Frederick's name in increasing panic.

Do you think that voice sounds tough?he asked, lowering his hands to let Celia's voice blend into the noise of the crowd. Hector looked angry, and the flames of the campfire made his expression even more distorted. An innocent man was killed here tonight, the man in the gray suit continued: a man your contestants quite liked.If she hadn't started breaking down yet, this would have been the beginning.Is that what you want to achieve here?Haven't you learned any lessons after so many games?What will happen is never predictable; neither side can guarantee which side will win. It's not over yet.Hector said, disappearing in a blur of light and shadow.

The man in the gray suit continued on, as if never stopping, through the velvet curtain that separated the atrium from the outside world.He stared at the clock by the gate for a long time before he left the circus.