Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1343: Chapter 1341: Midnight Snack and the Sleepless Ones

Amira was noticeably taken aback by the concern for returning tenants.

She, who had been sitting by the window deep in thought, remained seated upon hearing the words.

However, her body instantly tensed up, and without uttering a sound, her fists clenched slightly, adopting a defensive posture.

At least she wasn’t too rude, as symbolic patterns of law didn’t appear on her body.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian had already walked to the side and put on a coat.

“What happened to you?”

It seemed only now did she notice his sorry state. Staring at the parts not covered by the coat, Amira’s gaze flickered for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice notably dry.

“I got hurt during the night shift.”

Fu Qian nonchalantly closed the wardrobe, then took out a leftover dessert from the side.

After sniffing it and confirming the scent was only slightly diminished, he sat down contentedly.

This is the advantage of putting on a coat; otherwise, the fangs on the chest are hard to explain away as a uniquely shaped wound.

…

Night shift? Injury?

Clearly, Fu Qian’s answer was tearing at Amira’s sanity.

And his actions were equally disconcerting.

Watching Fu Qian take out a fork, fully assuming a snacking posture, Amira, feeling as if her brain was about to burst, couldn’t stop her gaze from drifting to the plate.

“You got hurt while escaping? The information I’ve got didn’t mention this.”

Nonetheless, reason screamed an alarm, and with sheer willpower, she forced her head to turn back, carefully choosing her words.

Given their previous shared experiences of working together, she could no longer perceive him as a normal human.

Especially during the final event in the town, where the flesh was torn apart by the Furious Power, even someone like her, constantly dealing with nightmares and corruption, almost ended up with a psychological shadow.

The key point is that despite facing numerous throwaway body projections, there wasn’t even a drop of blood from this individual.

Now, just at a glance from what was visible, she could sense the fragmentation of this body—definitely not an ordinary injury.

Was there a confrontation with the Sect during the escape?

Indeed, there was news of a Saint getting hurt, but honestly, even with her faith in the Coordinating Law Sanctuary, it was hard to believe a Saint could sustain such an extent of damage.

What does night shift mean?

Did he regard the escape from captivity as part of the Herder’s teachings?

“So, is this an interrogation, or a casual chat? If it’s a chat, perhaps it should be a question-and-answer session.”

A series of thoughts raced through Amira’s mind, but Fu Qian, meanwhile, was savoring a bite of dessert, responding with a question in return.

Interrogation… this term seemed a bit heavy-handed.

Recalling the Sanctuary, which couldn’t even achieve that, and her current situation, Amira’s previously somewhat eased expression stiffened again, forcing a smile.

“Of course, it’s a chat. I’m not so oblivious as to not understand my situation; honestly, I never expected you to return, which gave me a fright.”

“I applied for a break from the Sect; I don’t have to participate in night patrols for now.”

After saying that, she seemed to remember something, proactively answering the previous questions to show sincerity.

“I understand. Escorting prisoners is quite intense for you all.”

Fu Qian slightly nodded.

“But isn’t that a bit contradictory? You didn’t expect me to come back, so what were you planning to do sneaking in here?”

…

The counter-question was noticeably sharp, leaving Amira momentarily speechless.

“The key point is that sitting here so leisurely, it’s hard to believe you’re here to search.”

Fu Qian didn’t let it go, continuing.

“Regardless of your intention, I must commend you. You didn’t mess up my food, and it seems you didn’t disturb Mrs. Harper’s rest.”

As he spoke, he took another bite of dessert.

“To be honest… I don’t even know why I came here.”

Under the Herder’s approval, Amira finally sighed helplessly.

“Even if I bumped into you like now, it seems I only have one outcome — being silenced. I must have lost my head.”

As she spoke, due to Fu Qian’s actions, she unconsciously glanced at the plate again.

Seeing it had already been there for some time, yet the overly content chewing sound was inexplicably infectious.

And the human mind is indeed peculiar; under the current strange circumstance, she found herself actually salivating.

“Be optimistic. Remember what I said? Self-doubt is the first step to sublimation.”

Swallowing the food from his mouth, Fu Qian offered comforting words, suggesting the behavior might not be so irrational.

“Is it possible that some impulse deep inside you pushed you forward towards the truth of the world?”

…

“The truth that I’m actually a blind lamb?”

Fu Qian had always been adept at misleading others.

Obviously, with repeated demonstrations of miracles coupled with persistent inquiries, the Feivel-anointed Sect rookie Amira was about to be swayed.

Her confused gaze fell back on the plate, and this question from Amira sounded like she was asking herself.

“Not exactly healthy food, but eating a bit after the night shift clearly improves the mood.”

Fu Qian seemed to have misinterpreted her intention, lifting a hand to indicate.

“Since it’s not too fresh, I didn’t offer it to guests. Would you like some?”

“No… no, thank you.”

With her mind battered and bruised, Amira waved her hands repeatedly, hastily declining.

Simultaneously, the mention of the night shift again vaguely reminded her of something, causing a shiver in her brain.

“Did you go to the gallery?”

“What else? Is there a second place that pays me?”

Fu Qian looked puzzled.

… So, this leave wasn’t about confirming the situation at the gallery?

You really can’t afford to be careless at all.

Amira seemed to understand something, then was startled.

“So, you got injured over there? What about the people there?”

“Think before you ask, and the people there are fine.”

Fu Qian’s expression was akin to watching an idiot.

Indeed… how could the people there cause him such injuries? She was concerned and thus confused.

Quickly reflecting under the reminder, Amira realized she asked too rashly.

“Then I—”

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you; that wouldn’t wake you up. Sometimes, it’s quite helpless.”

Having cleared the plate, Fu Qian set down the fork, interrupting Amira.

“In all the nightmares you’ve experienced, have you ever had such a feeling?”

With the groundwork laid earlier, this question seemed to deeply move Amira, her eyes glazing over as she fell into memory.

“You won’t kill me… so can I leave then?”

After a few breaths of silence, her tone was noticeably stiff.

“Of course, just remember not to disturb Mrs. Harper.”

Fu Qian smiled, seemingly unconcerned, but even had a face of relief.

“Good luck, Miss Amira. May you find the answers or the questions soon.”

…

This lady’s night off, it seems, has been canceled.

Feeling downcast, Amira soon left, even actually treading lightly down the stairs. Fu Qian commented contentedly.

It’s not out of any malicious intent, just appropriately motivating her to realize value.

After she returns, Amira will likely delve into some particularly troublesome nightmares to ponder and verify the previous question.

It’s not certain it will bear meaning, but time is tight, and arousing more positivity wouldn’t hurt.

Perhaps it might yield some interesting discoveries.

With pleasant anticipation for tomorrow, Fu Qian tidied up the utensils, waited quietly a few more minutes, then stepped forward to open the door.

A red wax-sealed letter lay there silently.