Chapter 2

Connor and I were tasked with finding a way to scare anyone who came within three hundred feet of the main circus tent until they cried out.

The louder the visitors shrieked, the better our performance was. It was essentially the job of a haunted house NPC, a line of work I knew well.

I secretly criticized the ruthless capitalist for using old tricks in a new package without a shred of innovation. However, I planned to use ancient strategic maneuvers to show Victor that hiring me was his most insightful decision.

I wanted him to know that spending three thousand silver coins a month on me was an absolute bargain.

I dragged Connor along to crouch behind a dumpster on the main path to the circus, intending to catch visitors off guard.

Connor clutched the edge of my clothes and hid behind me. His sturdy build blocked the sun completely, casting a refreshing patch of shade over me.

I gave him a thumbs-up, realizing I had just discovered the first practical use for my new work buddy. Connor chuckled, crunching his strawberry lollipop even louder.

"Connor, I will jump out to scare them first," I said, coordinating our multi-layered strategy. "Once they start crying from the fright, you jump out and terrify them again."

Connor nodded obediently like a well-behaved, giant puppy.

I reached out to pat his head, finding the texture of his light brown curls quite pleasant.

I asked him if he was ready to team up. Before I could finish, a gruesome, bloody face suddenly leaned right in front of us. I leaped high in the air out of sheer terror, screaming for help while trying to drag Connor away.

Connor remained in his crouching position. I couldn't budge his mountain-like frame at all.

Deciding to abandon him, I hoped he wouldn't blame my ruthlessness.

I desperately wanted to live, so sacrificing a colleague seemed like the only option.

Given Connor's massive size, the monster would probably take a long time to chew through him.

I tried to let go and run, but Connor gripped my hand tightly instead. I frantically tapped his arm.

"Let go, Connor," I yelled.

I desperately wanted to live. Connor didn't budge in the slightest. Tears of panic filled my eyes, and I even began considering the extreme option of severing my own arm to escape.

Just then, the blood-soaked monster raised a hand and politely asked, "Excuse me, where's the restroom?"

My mind went completely blank, and my hand froze mid-air against Connor's arm.

Connor smiled at the visitor and pointed toward a nearby path.

The visitor expressed profound gratitude and hurried away, his frantic steps indicating he could barely hold it in.

Halfway down the path, the zombie looked back and told me sheepishly, "Ma'am, I am sorry, but I really think you might need some more training."

My head buzzed once again.

On my very first day of work, I was actually mocked by a visitor.

"Your job is to scare people, not to be scared by them," Victor remarked coldly. He had appeared behind me out of nowhere, holding a large black umbrella and looking down at me with pure disdain.

It felt like another stab to my heart. No one had warned me that the visitors here would possess such strong, distinct personalities.

I lowered my head in shame and apologized, "I am sorry, Boss."

Victor stated without any emotion in his voice, "As punishment for your negligence, I am revoking your lunch privilege for today."

"Please, no," I pleaded.

I had already gone without food for two entire days.

Unmoved by my distress, Victor turned around and walked away.

Connor patted his chest comfortingly to reassure me, "It is fine, Morgan. I will share my lunch with you so you won't starve."

I threw my arms around Connor, deeply moved.

"Connor, I declare that you are my best friend," I said as tears of gratitude blurred my vision.

The thought of not going hungry brought immense relief.

Connor hugged me back tightly and said, "Connor is Morgan's best friend."

Struggling to breathe under his immense strength, I hurriedly tapped his arm, desperately needing him to grant me some air.

For the remaining scaring duties, Connor took the lead. He required no complex strategies, as he simply walked up to the visitors with a menacing, expressionless face. The visitors shrieked louder and louder, one after another.

I realized I had finally figured things out. I decided to utilize the traits of my character costume and my own strengths to redesign my approach to the job.

Consequently, the visitors to the circus that day were not only intimidated by a powerful man but were also subjected to the cold glares of a noblewoman.

Whenever a visitor shrieked in terror at Connor, I would coldly add my own remark.

"Useless trash," I would sneer.

The startled visitors would then shriek again out of sheer frustration. It still counted as a form of crying out, meaning the work was easily accomplished.

The morning flew by as I continuously refined my method.

When lunchtime arrived, Connor kept his promise and handed his entire meal over to me.