Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1447: Chapter 1445: The Core of Artificial Existence (15)

As if entering an unattended realm, proceeding straight into an occupied room.

Using Blood Conquest, Fu Qian’s goal in traversing the Other-Dimension was straightforward: the only familiar presence in the entire building—his Number One Client, Claire, who had just found her husband missing.

Tommy and his companion were not present, likely because after a simple visit, the matter was handed over to the Night Watchman with exceptional efficiency, allowing them to leave smoothly.

This wasn’t a bad thing; it meant they probably hadn’t been to that special room yet.

”Another drink?”

In the dim light, Fu Qian, who had lifted the Blood Conquest, sat down on a round-backed chair, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and greeted his opposite.

But this abrupt voice clearly startled the haggard housewife.

Claire, with her brows furrowed, had a touch more flush in her cheeks compared to their earlier meeting, and there was a bit more alcohol in her breath.

This mood could be completely understood, today’s continuous impacts were indeed a bit much, using the power of alcohol to slightly soothe was entirely normal.

Not to mention from the remaining wine in the bottle, she had just drunk that single glass in her hand.

...

It’s said that when people are extremely nervous, they may experience moments where they want to scream but cannot.

Upon realizing who the uninvited guest in front was, Claire’s reaction undoubtedly confirmed this point.

Simultaneously, it successfully prevented the situation from becoming too impolite.

Ssh—

With a gesture for silence instead of covering her mouth, Fu Qian simultaneously helped refill Claire’s empty glass.

But whether it was this scene’s bizarre nature or knowing the other party was possibly inhuman, Claire’s hand holding the glass froze there without any intention to decline.

”Please don’t worry. Although this bottle of wine looks quite valuable, I don’t have the habit of drinking during working hours.”

Facing such a reaction, Fu Qian offered kind reassurance, indicating there was no need to worry about him snatching the wine to drink.

”I understand the situation here. Unfortunately, the treatment did not go smoothly. If you can ensure we communicate at a normal volume, I think I can offer some more suggestions.”

”Lord Grimshaw, I...”

After what felt like an interminable silence, Claire finally attempted to speak, though it sounded dry to the point of being frightening.

It was clearly not easy for her to comprehend the situation before her.

Why could this mysterious and dangerous figure appear here?

And after appearing, why was his attitude towards her like this?

But it didn’t matter; at least she understood the crucial point of controlling her volume.

”Very few people can truly understand their situation. Your reaction is human; your husband is no different.”

Fu Qian continued to offer casual comfort, pleased with the resultant calm.

”So the first step, let’s try to find him. I recall you mentioned before about a room that no one is allowed to enter?”

...

”Huh?”

In that moment, Claire seemed to finally recover a semblance of cognitive ability, speculating on the other’s purpose.

Unable to discern... but it clearly had a heavy element of scheming.

”Would you like to have a look, sir? I can take you there, but I really don’t have the key.”

Regardless of the plot, her own safety was the most important at the moment, and Claire quickly expressed her willingness to cooperate.

”So no one has entered yet?”

Fu Qian nodded slightly, asking with a smile.

”No... The two police officers came, found my husband missing, and left quickly. Then, no one else came.”

But that should change soon.

Claire’s reaction wasn’t unexpected, but at the same time, Fu Qian added a silent remark to himself.

If Leland and the others wanted to find someone, the primary approach naturally was to leverage their organizational advantages and set a thorough network.

Additionally, if they wanted to be more proactive, the primary remaining strategy would be the one he was employing now.

So, they would almost certainly come thoroughly explore the clues.

One piece of evidence was the current shift in the position of the Thread of Concern. While it’s uncertain about Leland, Winona was clearly very proactive.

Of course, her final outcome would merely be racing against time to be the second to enter.

”Understood, thank you for your effort.”

Fu Qian stood up, politely entrusting Claire with a task.

”Of course...”

Claire, who stood up instinctually, didn’t even know why she said that.

Was it because of the offer of help?

Her expectation for this possibility was so low that she hadn’t even tried to ask what happened to her husband.

Hmm?

Yet even so, upon hearing her perspective, the other party raised an eyebrow slightly, voicing an ”huh?”

In that instant, Claire’s breath evened out.

...

”Not drinking? Wouldn’t such a rare item be wasted?”

Pulses racing, Claire finally faced the judgment, but the content was...

Just to finish the wine?

Following the other’s gaze to her wine glass left on the table, all she felt was a surreal absurdity as if she was in a Nightmare.

But since it was an inescapable nightmare... Glug!

Without confusion, without hesitation, Claire lifted the glass, downing the full glass of fine wine with the efficiency of drinking water.

Despite its rich flavor, the flow was still stirring under such a rapid intake, and after suppressing a cough, she slowly placed the glass back on the table.

”It looks much better now.”

After a thorough once-over, Fu Qian finally signaled satisfaction, indicating for her to lead the way.

”Otherwise, I’m afraid I’d be easily misunderstood as an intruding villain.”

... Was that really the reason?

Even slightly tipsy, Claire took a moment to realize the other’s intention.

Was her demeanor too unnatural, making her easily suspect? Did the other really think he wasn’t a villain?

Though knowing it wasn’t the right time, Claire nonetheless found it hard to suppress her urge to complain in her heart.

Still, strangely enough... She touched her slightly flushed face.

A forcibly gulped drink paired with this bizarre conversation did seem to relax her a bit.

”Please follow me.”

Feeling slightly lighter in her limbs, Claire had no intention of sharing this feeling, taking a deep breath and leading the way decisively.

...

It wasn’t too surprising, Mr. Lek’s secret room was indeed located in the basement of this building.

And along the way down, the exquisite decorations combined with well-trained, constantly greeting servants all attested to the wealth of the Wesley Family.

Thanks to Fu Qian’s suggestion, the composed demeanor, not even letting a flush betray nervousness, prevented any incorrect interpretations of the stranger beside her.

The evidence being, no one they passed secretly dialed an emergency number.

”Here we are, this is the place.”

Ultimately, the two stopped at the end of the corridor, in front of a large painting frame. Claire finally spoke, gesturing toward a door beside her.