At some point, two figures in gray robes were standing in a corner of the studio, watching him with smiling eyes.
'Smiles?'
Wei'en sized them up, a thought stirring within him. He ventured, "Elder Menor?"
'Besides Elder Menor, who could use a spatial marker to enter, there shouldn't be any other outsiders who could get into the Clown Theater so silently.'
"It is I."
One of them pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome face. Beneath thick, dark eyebrows, a pair of silver-gray eyes gazed at him. It was none other than Menor Vannis Stringer, one of the twelve Elders of the Eternal Life Association.
"Menor, is this the Deacon you nominated at the last meeting?"
At that, the person beside him also pulled back his hood and shed his robe, revealing a neat, exquisite formal suit underneath. He sported a very unusual slicked-back hairstyle, and a flamboyant smile stretched across his not-conventionally-handsome face, giving him a somewhat neurotic air.
