Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1243: Chapter 1241: The Audience’s Audience

“It would seem odd no matter how I put it, please allow me to make an introduction first.”

The same street as before, but clearly more lively now.

After silently making eye contact with Fu Qian for several seconds, Amila sighed and began to speak first, gesturing towards a figure beside her.

He appeared to be a man in his forties, his gaze steady and demeanor calm, especially notable were his pale golden eyebrows.

Compared to Amila, he was dressed in a slightly more complex and solemn dark robe, with an equally ornate shawl over his shoulders.

The recent situation couldn’t have been clearer; these two had been hiding nearby in a special manner, playing the role of spectators.

As for myself, a hostage who watched life and death with excessive amusement, I evidently gave them quite the shock, compelling them to conclude and pull me out.

“This is Lord Reginald, with whom we had an exchange earlier today.”

Pretty honest, huh.

Fu Qian thought to himself in response to Amila’s introduction.

He certainly knew who this man was—the silent third-party listener when he was receiving psychological counseling.

The information about the victimized Reysen couple had also come directly from him.

This attire and bearing, by all appearances, belonged to a civil servant of The Sect, in stark contrast to that Hunter.

“Just Reginald will do.”

Now, facing Fu Qian’s scrutiny, the middle-aged man nodded slightly without uttering another word.

“Alright.”

Fu Qian responded evenly and pointed toward a spot in the distance, precisely where the Hunter had initially launched his attack.

“About what just happened, are you sure you don’t need your help?”

“No need, I’m very sorry for the disruption just now.”

As expected, it was Amila who replied, and it seemed she had full confidence in her fellow Sect members, promptly gesturing to the other side.

“If you don’t mind, shall we walk and talk?”

“Not at all.”

Confronted with this invitation to an unknown destination, Fu Qian consented more readily than one would to afternoon tea.

What a joke, I’ve been playing the role of a severe cognitive disorder patient all this while, all for the sake of special treatment.

Now that the two “doctors” have reconvened, there’s no reason for courtesy.

“So regardless of how things turn out inside, everything is fine outside?”

Even as they passed by a row of shop windows, Fu Qian pointed curiously and asked.

The array of decorations that Harriet had shattered earlier now seemed completely intact.

“In most cases, yes, but that doesn’t mean there’s no impact at all.”

Amila gestured for Fu Qian to walk beside her.

“The damage accumulates in a special way; the rate of subsequent aging and deterioration will be much higher.”

So that was it.

Fu Qian was gaining a better understanding of the signs of age he had been seeing all around during his stroll today.

“I know this significantly increases the sense of unreality, but please allow me to explain what happened just now.”

Observing Fu Qian’s composure, this level of calm and cooperation seemed to actually cause Amila more of a headache.

“This city is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. Aside from the hazardous areas on the outskirts, pollution and evil are also festering in the dark. That is why The Sect’s Hunters also carry out targeted purging within the city.”

“And to minimize the impact on the general populace, we use the method you witnessed just now to create a separation.”

“I completely understand.”

Fu Qian listened attentively.

“So, you’ve met with Reysen?”

“Yes, we confirmed all the content of your communication.”

Amila answered this seemingly abrupt question rather quickly, discreetly admitting to having had Fu Qian under surveillance.

“Combining that with your behavior along the way, we are worried about the possible situations, which is why you became a spectator of this cleanup operation tonight.”

“You want to see how I’d react to the rebirth of Nightmare?”

When asking this question, Fu Qian was even wearing a slight smile.

“So what’s the conclusion?”

“The problem is obviously a bit tricky.”

Amila didn’t seem to feel any discord regarding Fu Qian’s behavior being the complete opposite from during the day, and with a light sigh, she said.

“I never thought there would be a deviation in judgment like this, and neither did Lord Reginald.”

“You seem to have had quite a special experience in the World Within the Painting, bringing about a unique form of paranoia.”

“Indeed, that’s one way to put it.”

Fu Qian did indeed reflect on his actions within the World Within the Painting and agreed with the other party’s view.

At the same time, he again secretly praised the idea of the Nightmare and reality being inverted.

No longer needing to pretend to be Mr. An Ke, he could now seamlessly switch back to his own style “unveiling his true nature.”

“I believe that in your cognition, everything before your eyes, including us, is either a Nightmare or an extension of it.”

Amila’s narration continued.

“What we did to you before was not to help but to confuse.”

“I must say, it’s really difficult to correct such prejudices once they’re formed.”

“That’s right, I deceived you before.”

Facing the accusation, Fu Qian confessed quite openly, clearly showing his lack of concern for his life.

“So what do you plan to do now? Dispose of me, an irredeemable lost cause, like that Harriet?”

As soon as the words were out, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel Harriet’s name was indeed extraordinary; even mentioning it involuntarily came out as a rhetorical question.

“I believe the disappearances that occur in this city from time to time, many must be similar cases, right? I must say, the method used earlier is really quite convenient.”

“Elimination is only aimed at pollution; I know you’re not afraid, but that sort of thing won’t happen.”

However, Amila continued to shake her head, her tone firm.

“Besides, that Harriet, she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.”

“She was discovered because of some physical abnormalities in a number of men, and their common point was that they all had a very strange physical encounter with a mysterious lady.”

I can probably imagine where that strangeness came from.

Fu Qian did not find Amila’s straightforward statement strange at all and naturally recalled the scenes he had just witnessed.

“Speaking of which, sorry this is a bit unexpected, let me help you with that wound.”

Fu Qian’s expression remained calm as Amila sighed, looking at his neck.

Blood was still seeping out of the neat cut, staining a large portion of his coat red.

Before she could finish speaking, a bright pattern flashed on her hand, passing over the wound.

Under its nourishing effect, the latter quickly closed up.

It seemed that for her, healing the body was easier than healing the spirit.

“I think this could somewhat prove what I said just now. Could Mr. An Ke help with something next?”

And after finishing the healing, Amila stopped in her tracks, asking very seriously.