Chapter 1212: Chapter 1210: The Bamboo Insect of Night Holy City (18)
Indeed, she comes from no ordinary background!
In the face of Lie Wen’s reaction, Fu Qian remained impassive, quickly drawing his own conclusions.
The likelihood is not that the other party recognizes one of his disguises, but that they are shocked by the "skin" he has donned.
Given that the skin most likely belongs to some ancient Divine Being, being able to recognize it at a glance suggests that his earlier guess about this person was pretty much spot-on.
"No, how could you still exist, and even to have recovered to this extent..."
At this moment, without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything, Lie Wen was already frowning and murmuring to himself.
"But this aura... it can’t be mistaken... Today is really full of irregularities..."
"Indeed, something’s off."
This sentiment successfully resonated, as Fu Qian looked up towards the window, with a meaningful glance.
He did not ask who he really was, firstly because time was precious, and secondly, because it could introduce unnecessary complications.
One must always focus on what’s important.
"Is this why you chose a spot by the window?"
Lie Wen didn’t pursue the issue of identity either, instead looking at the outside along with him.
"Is that a question?"
Confirming that the other party also noticed the changes brought by the Prism of Radiant Transformation, Fu Qian did not rush to answer but kept the conversation focused on the main subject.
"It is, but I’ll decide how many questions in total," replied Lie Wen, seriously flipping through the notes in his hand before emphasizing again.
"Right... that’s what it says here."
Definitely not normal, and hardly counting as a complete personality.
Combined with the tone of voice that seemed to belong to an ancient Divine Being from earlier, the probability of being a Night Watchman seemed quite slim. Could he be the Night Watchman’s inventory?
Lie Wen’s shameless stance did not bother Fu Qian too much; he continued to analyze the collected content, confirming it against his previous speculations.
Indeed, it was right from the start that he suspected the true nature of this individual.
After all, as evident from Old Master Henry, regardless of any origins, the current Night Watchmen are in a state of absolute hostility towards the Prism of Radiant Transformation.
Isn’t it the case that even someone like him, who is suspected of being related, is always ready to pounce and kill?
If this really were a high-ranking Night Watchman concealing themselves, even if the Prism of Radiant Transformation was determined to kill, fully prepared to pay the price, it’s unlikely they would use them as a mere tool.
One misstep, and the Prism of Radiant Transformation might manifest in person, losing control of the situation.
Besides, this individual arrived too quickly, almost lacking the process of rational thought and decision-making typical of a sentient being.
Therefore, Fu Qian’s supposition was that this individual might be an extremely special Extraordinary Item, much like the Blind Eye Holy Grail he encountered before.
"Regarding your earlier question, yes, I need to keep an eye on the changes outside. It makes things clearer."
While pondering, Fu Qian promptly replied.
The biggest difference between an item and a person is that the former operates more according to rules.
He decided to first try acting based on this judgment.
"It really is bad, the Night Watchmen are in for trouble this time."
Lie Wen seemed very satisfied with his performance and offhandedly confirmed that he was indeed not a Night Watchman.
"So, what’s your relationship with them?" asked Fu Qian, seizing the opportunity.
Since the other party even customizes the number of questions and appears quite at ease, hurrying the questioning wasn’t likely; he boldly tried to assess if there was a chance this individual might offer help later on.
"Relationship... let me check."
Lie Wen was very approachable, flipping through his notebook until almost reaching the first page before finding an answer.
"I am their belonging, a very clear definition."
No wonder Old Master Logan was so domineering; the Night Watchmen’s accumulation is truly astounding.
Having validated his earlier guess, Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire it internally.
An Extraordinary Item of the Divine Tier, sitting right in front of him.
"Isn’t this term a bit too unfair?"
Of course, this did not hinder Fu Qian from sowing discord. In the next moment, he furrowed his brows, looking unable to bear watching any longer.
"Indeed, but once confirmed, one must adhere to the rules. As for why this rule exists, I’ve forgotten... I’ve forgotten a lot of things..."
Lie Wen, however, had a strong sense of the spirit of a contract.
"So why did you show up there?"
Moreover, he obviously hadn’t forgotten his own affairs, asking Fu Qian in the next moment.
"Henry Campbell thought I was related to the anomalies outside, and to avoid being hunted, I took him to places with more people, where we later found this item."
Although the person before him seemed somewhat naive, Fu Qian was not one to make the mistake of presumption and immediately answered with candor.
Another aspect of following rules strictly is that once a taboo is triggered, there is little room for leniency—carelessness is not tolerated.
"Henry... No wonder he was lurking around that area."
Lie Wen appeared contemplative, even humming in thought the next moment.
"His reasoning makes no sense; clearly, he’s more related to the things outside."
How could he know even this?
Fu Qian marveled at the other’s breadth of knowledge.
"So you know about the Prism of Radiant Transformation?"
"I don’t."
Lie Wen shook his head decisively.
"I said I’ve forgotten a lot of things; I just know that they are related."
"So you’re not willing to help?"
Not too unexpectedly, Fu Qian swiftly asked a key question.
"Why should I help?"
Lie Wen spoke as if it were the most natural thing.
"According to the agreement, my duties are very clear—I’m only responsible for monitoring anomalies related to beliefs."
No wonder this person was in Night Holy City.
With Lie Wen’s words, Fu Qian instantly felt that many things were starting to make sense.
Previously, he had wondered, since the gambling city was designed like an observation room, what the method of observation was actually like?
Were there any specialized devices? Were there any measurable standards?
In an era when faith is no longer widespread, this posed quite the challenge to one’s imagination.
Now it seems that there really was a device, only it was an ancient artifact.
"So that’s how it is, then why did you come looking for me?"
Fu Qian’s expression turned innocent in an instant.
"Where did you see that I am related to beliefs?"
"Isn’t absolute unknowability an anomaly in itself?"
Lie Wen pointed at the Headcage that Fu Qian had taken off.
So that was it... indeed, misfortune relies on fortune, and advantages are bound to come with disadvantages!
Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
He never thought it would be because of the Sweet Dream Cage.
It successfully helped him evade Old Master Henry’s pursuit, but instead, it attracted someone even more ferocious. However, there was still one problem—
"Aren’t you being too diligent? I’ve only just put it on, and you’re already here meddling?"
"On the contrary, my scope of duty is quite lax, and unless there are significant changes, I would not pay any attention."
"So am I considered a significant change?"
Fu Qian pointed at his own head.
"Not really, but someone marked your abnormal status very conspicuously."
Lie Wen also seemed rather dissatisfied.
"Ultimately misleading me."