Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 607: Chapter 607 Bustle (31)_1 Chapter 607: Chapter 607 Bustle (31)_1 Is this the thing that releases the Godblood Curse?

Fu Qian silently mused as he examined the spoils in his hand.

His judgment was based on two aspects, one being the evidently high rank of the object, and the other, the chaotic oil paint on it, which still evoked a sense of discomfort even under these circumstances.

“How benevolent, since I, Lu, have accompanied you on part of your journey, I should bear some of your karma.”

With his hands pressed together, Fu Qian contentedly stored the talisman and then took out a bill from his wallet and laid it on the table as payment for their afternoon tea.

Having completed all this, and before the Night Watchman could arrive, Fu Qian donned his mask, picked up the Headcage, and stepped out the door.

Assuming Marco’s appearance was certainly not out of any perverse delight.

It seemed that the task he was facing this time was quite challenging.

And it is well known that to pursue the extreme, one needs to perfect every detail.

Since avoiding conflict with Camus was out of the question, he needed to consider how to lower the other party’s guard to the maximum, strike a deadly blow, and even keep the spoils if possible.

Without a doubt, Marco’s visage was quite suitable for the job.

…

Humph, the look of someone who hasn’t seen much of the world!

Is it so strange for a retired old man to walk the streets with a cage?

After leaving the café and moving on, Fu Qian soon received scrutinizing glances from many passersby.

Among them, there were even Transcendents.

The mask was one thing, but the Headcage he was carrying was indeed a bit ostentatious.

Fu Qian, however, was utterly unconcerned, dismissing the disdain with his usual carefree stride.

Ultimately, it proved that with the carnival fast approaching, tolerance for peculiar attire noticeably increased amongst the crowd.

And the Pontiff’s Gifted Mask served well to conceal his unique aura.

With the two aspects coming together, he encountered no obstacles in the end.

Before long, Fu Qian had arrived near his next destination.

Looking at the Old Theological College not far away, Fu Qian’s right hand began to transform rapidly, soon turning into a beak bristling with sharp teeth.

Before you now is—hailing from the archipelago, a mysterious organization seeking the frontiers of human evolution, the invisible hand behind numerous incidents, the Night Watchman’s mysterious collaborator, the Rebirth Club’s beacon of light, Demigod Lu.

Reappearing in the distant Dunis, no one knew what his aim was.

After slightly concealing it with his rather ample sleeves, Fu Qian, ghostlike with the Headcage in his left hand, stealthily approached the Old Theological College.

Ariel wasn’t in the room this time.

That made sense, as without triggering the key phrase for the mission, this person wouldn’t risk being exposed by coming here without good reason.

After sitting down and carefully admiring the sketch for a long while, Fu Qian finally awaited the arrival of a dedicated Night Watchman.

No wonder this guy was full of complaints; being on duty from the afternoon until late at night was indeed inhumane scheduling.

Seeing the familiar face of Windbreaker Guy, Fu Qian shook his head, emitting a sincere sigh.

He didn’t believe in such coincidences.

The psychological suggestion received by this man likely included checking for any anomalies during a routine visit.

At this moment, Windbreaker Guy’s sharp gaze swept through the room, and his focus sharpened as if he had noticed something unusual.

However, when he took a closer look, he realized that apart from a few spread-out sketches, there was no trace of the strange figure he thought he saw.

With a slight frown, sensing something off, he intended to step forward for a closer look, but the next moment he dismissed the thought and turned back, walking out the way he had come.

This should do it.

In the corner, Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction, the starlight converging on his fingers.

The reason Windbreaker Guy had been completely oblivious to him just now was simple; the moment he entered the door, the Clear Dream Ring had already been activated.

And as the Master of the Dream Realm, he had allowed Windbreaker Guy just a glimpse before becoming invisible, imposing on him the rule to end the dream—to leave the room.

Everything went quite smoothly, the man soon gave up exploring and did not attract any colleagues.

But Fu Qian believed that it wouldn’t take long for his classmate Ariel, who was controlling everything from behind the scenes, to hear about a strangely dressed character invading the Creature Affected Patients’ Club.

Plus, with the expected high-level fodder Camus nowhere to be found, their subsequent reactions were undoubtedly highly anticipated.

…

When he left the Old Theological College, Fu Qian’s hand had returned to normal, and he instantly went into vacation mode.

Strolling all the way here, he not only casually picked a cane but even bought a fine black top hat.

Eventually, with a cane in one hand and an iron cage in the other, he appeared in front of the opera house next to the Phoenix Palace.

From his last failed attempt, he knew that his best chance was before the raucous summoning of Hamadus and before Ariel could twist his cognition.

But that meant, if everything went as usual, he would need to act faster than Cassandra.

Then, in front of Ya Yu, Veheler, and Ariel—effortlessly slay a god.

The scene would certainly be tumultuous, necessitating a plan to deal with it in advance.

Considering their roles, Ariel would definitely not leave the docks, but it wasn’t certain for Veheler and Ya Yu.

After all, there were three horn points, and now it was evident that Camus was missing, yet the Rebirth Club lay in wait with inscrutable intentions—adjusting the allocation of personnel was only natural.

Even if they were reluctant, Fu Qian believed that Ariel, who was committed to achieving his goals, would surely apply the necessary pressure.

And any slight change could increase the chances of success by just that little bit.

…

The time today was much earlier than the last, the performance hadn’t even started.

Shortly after Fu Qian had taken his seat, two familiar presences walked in side by side and took seats not far away.

Fu Qian very politely did not disturb Veil and Riet, the sisters, and patiently listened to the mythological story once again.

When Riet finally got up and told her sister she needed to go to the restroom, Fu Qian stealthily followed.

“Hello, Riet.”

When Veil’s rebellious sister emerged from the restroom, Fu Qian greeted her face to face.

“You are…”

Riet was visibly startled, not expecting someone to recognize her here, especially considering Fu Qian’s exaggerated appearance which put her on alert.

“I once went by the name Lu.”

Fu Qian repeated a classic line while glancing intentionally or unintentionally at his right hand.

“You are—”

just like last time, Riet’s memory was instantly awakened, realizing who this somewhat familiar voice belonged to.

Almost instantaneously, she took an involuntary step back and looked towards the theater.

“Don’t worry, I have absolutely no ill intentions, nor am I here to invite you to rejoin the club.”

Fu Qian chuckled, signaling her not to worry.

“In fact, I bring a well-meaning reminder, as well as… a gift.”