Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 608: Chapter 608: Uproar (32)_1 Chapter 608: Chapter 608: Uproar (32)_1 “A gift?”

Clearly, the rebellious Riet, even with her self-centered nature, could not imagine that Lu Ming would actually bring her a gift, and her wariness doubled on the spot.

“You might as well listen before you judge.”

Watching Riet, who looked almost ready to flee, Fu Qian’s tone remained even.

“Firstly, the advice is that Dunis is brewing danger, and it would be best for you and your sister to leave early.”

…

“I know you don’t want to accept this, so there’s another gift.”

Fu Qian reached into his pocket while looking at Riet, who clearly had a look of resistance on her face. When he brought his hand out again, there was an added crystalline, translucent bell.

“This is a Transcendent item.”

Undoubtedly, the design of the Eternal Clarity Mind had considerable appeal to female friends. Seeing Riet’s eyes light up, Fu Qian went straight into an explanation.

As he spoke, Riet’s eyes instantly shone even brighter.

“With its help, you can protect yourself in danger, and even protect your sister.”

Although it was mentioned in the introduction that there was a 24-hour interval between uses, Fu Qian had already sensed that the Eternal Clarity Mind was currently in a usable state.

This reassured Fu Qian considerably, as it suggested that on the special timeline of carrying out missions, each restart is likely unrelated to the last.

…

At this moment, Riet seemed visibly tempted but ultimately shook her head.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t just take things from others… especially Transcendent items.”

Very cautious, taught by Veil?

It seems that although she is rebellious, she can still take in some of what her sister says!

Fu Qian inwardly sighed, feeling no discouragement from the rejection.

“I understand, but don’t you want to know what this thing can actually do before you decide?”

“What can it do?”

Biting her lip slightly, reason told Riet she shouldn’t be swayed by the other party’s conversation, but she couldn’t help asking in the end.

“It’s simple. This is a Transcendent item that a normal person can also use. When you use it, just give it a gentle shake, and it will make all the Transcendents around you into Mortals.”

The moment Riet heard the explanation, her eyes lit up frighteningly.

When dealing with children, you have to cater to what they like.

If you can’t become a Transcendent, then bring them down to your own starting line.

Such imagination is not strange at all for Riet subconsciously.

And her reaction naturally did not escape Fu Qian’s eyes; in the next moment, the bell was presented directly before her.

“It can only be used once, so if you’re not at ease, you can completely wait until you are truly in dire straits to use it. After all, in those situations, things can’t get any worse, right?”

…

“Perhaps there will be a moment in your not so long life when you can, for once, protect your sister who has always protected you.”

With Fu Qian’s last sentence, Riet’s defenses finally crumbled completely.

The next moment, she reached out firmly and grasped the bell in her hand.

“Alright, now you can go back to listening to that boring love story.”

He didn’t remind her to keep the secret from her sister, because Fu Qian knew it was almost certain.

Sensitive and stubborn youths often demonstrate exaggerated determination once they’ve made up their minds.

…

When Riet returned to the theater, her sister had already looked back numerous times, barely resisting the urge to come out and look for her, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Riet return.

“What happened? Did you run into trouble?”

“No, the opera was just too boring. I needed to get some fresh air outside.”

Riet adjusted her breathing, hummed casually, and seemed uninterested in glancing at the stage.

“Right? Actually, I’ve been feeling the same way,” she said.

Unaware of her sister’s unusual behavior, Veil exhaled with relief and giggled in agreement.

“I was just thinking since we’re here, we might as well take a look. If you’re really bored, shall we go now?”

“…No need.”

Knowing her sister’s remarkable observational skills and not wanting to arouse suspicion, Riet had restrained herself from checking if Fu Qian followed them in ever since they arrived.

The thought of possibly encountering Fu Qian if they left now made her subconsciously decide to stay a little longer.

“It’s boring outside too.”

“I know.”

Hearing her sister say that, Veil laughed cheerfully.

“You wish it was the Hubbub Festival today.”

…

Of course, what Riet didn’t know was that Fu Qian, who had offered advice and given a gift, had already left the opera house.

On the one hand, he had other arrangements to tend to.

On the other hand, this timing allowed Fu Qian to successfully avoid crossing paths with the soon-to-arrive Demigod Chelphus.

Placing the Eternal Clarity Mind on Riet was a relatively risky move since it undeniably would reduce his own countermeasures.

But common people could also use this bell, an effect that Young Master Qin had helped to test. It would be a pity not to make good use of it.

If a suitable opportunity arose to use it, it would bring a chance for an outsized return.

It might just be a backup plan that may not be necessary, but as the mastermind behind the scenes, how could he not have a contingency in place?

…

Surely a place young people enjoy.

Letting the shadow of the streetlight obscure most of his body, Fu Qian observed the splendid lights and the crowd of singers and dancers in the distance, acutely aware of the stark contrast between the two venues.

Beneath his feet was a plaza nearly two hundred meters long, teeming with people.

Groups of young people, dressed in gaudy costumes, roamed freely; their common feature was that none looked remotely related to the God of Hubbub.

Naturally, Fu Qian’s attire had also undergone some changes; for instance, he had shifted from carrying the headcage to cradling it, even using a piece of cloth to cover the cage and the arm beneath it.

In fact, with this retired Marshal Tianpeng’s look, he had walked all the way from the opera house.

And now, he was in the legendary Cross Square, chosen by Brother Marko himself.

The highest building around the square was a gray stone skyscraper.

If all went as expected, the horn would sound from atop it.

So, just like the Phoenix Palace, the building was already under strict surveillance.

Without attempting to ascend, Fu Qian observed quietly for a while, then managed to suppress the urge to buy another piece of corn cake and turned to leave.

Not long after he left, a familiar presence followed close behind, trailing from a distance.

The footsteps quickened. Fu Qian silently weaved through the shadows, eventually stopping in a secluded corner.

“Why aren’t you running?” a voice came from behind.

Turning his head, Fu Qian saw the eerily-faced Brother Marko, standing there with composure and ease.

“That’s an interesting mask. I’m very curious about the face underneath.”

“What do you think?”

The next moment, Fu Qian removed his mask, revealing Camus’s face.

Ever heard of a feint within a feint?