Chapter 715: Chapter 713: An Eager Visit_1 Chapter 715: Chapter 713: An Eager Visit_1 [Work Progress this week: 4/4, thank you for your effort. You may now leave the warehouse at any time.]
Amid self-consolation, the completion notification chimed in on time.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and picked up the Emissary’s Mask lying beside him, the bloodstain was still virtually non-existent.
It seemed that when he was on a mission, time in the warehouse had also been suspended.
Confirming that he would not synchronize with the bookstore later, he did not delay any further and put on the mask directly.
Test complete, very nice.
The scene shifted, and Fu Qian, looking at the imprint on the dining table in front of him, was quite satisfied.
By using this method, he would just need to be a little careful in the future, and he could effectively log in and out of this world anytime and anywhere.
The only issue was that after returning to the real world, because time would flow in sync, staying too long would still lead to the erasure of the temporary anchor point.
However, this was a minor problem. Once he got a good grasp of the limits, he just had to log in on time to refresh.
…
Overall, the gains from this time were fairly acceptable.
Fu Qian looked down at his hands.
With the addition of the Delusory Steps Ring, he now wore a total of five rings on his hands, appearing garishly opulent at a glance.
Of course, that was just one aspect of the gains.
Patch and the like, though troublesome, had also provided plenty of valuable information during their interactions.
First of all, he got a good feel for Yasui Corp’s corporate culture.
It was compelling that such an organization had the ability to make Transcendents queue up to be cannon fodder for tests in a world where they Tower above others.
It was indeed not easy to achieve.
Secondly, based on the situation when he left, although the four “horses’ legs” who knew the truth were all dead, the project was most likely abandoned.
But without a doubt, this incident would attract high attention from Yasui Group, and later on, it might be useful, like walking on the street in true form when necessary.
Lastly, although that “Patch” was most likely not his true body, such a highly targeted trap still reflected considerable significance.
It was clear that the demi-godlike beings behind those oaths were quite actively stirring things up.
Even during the process of causing trouble, the existence of the warehouse, as well as task performers like himself, were not top secret to Them.
“Mr. Darcy.”
During his pondering, a call came through.
Fu Qian looked up and found that Su Gao, who had just gone up to rest, was unexpectedly coming down the stairs again.
“Here I come.”
Meeting Fu Qian’s gaze, she approached and whispered, glancing in a certain direction.
Yes.
Fu Qian nodded, affirming her judgment.
“They came very quickly.”
Su Gao continued in a low voice.
“Indeed, too quickly. Yasui should be very busy right now.”
Fu Qian’s fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, staring out the window in contemplation.
Su Gao’s meaning couldn’t be more explicit; at this very moment, someone in the yard was concealing their breath, sneaking closer to this place.
A new guest had arrived.
Their strength was quite remarkable, even just one step short of a demigod.
But of course, close is still far.
For two demigods specialized in perception, this Observer’s actions appeared quite transparent in the eyes of Fu Qian and his like.
The Night Watchman would certainly not act so discreetly; it all pointed to Asao Sakura sending someone over.
“In front of our guest later, there’s no need to be too restrained. Give him a bit of the shock of a half-step demigod.”
After a brief contemplation, Fu Qian looked at Su Gao and instructed.
The latter still wore his casual attire, with even a hint of dampness at his temples.
He had told Su Gao to go up and rest, and she had executed the instruction quite thoroughly, taking the time to freshen up.
At this moment, her exquisite features showed no sign of fatigue, and though she wore no makeup, she still presented the classic image of an urban beauty.
“Good!”
Su Gao did not ask why in response to Fu Qian’s suggestion.
“Sit.”
Signaling Su Gao to take a seat beside him, Fu Qian stood up and went to a small room adjoining the living area.
The room was quiet and elegant, arranged with considerable taste–it was a dedicated tea room.
At a glance, one could see that various tea sets were readily available.
However, Fu Qian was too lazy for any fuss; he grabbed a handful of tea leaves, stuffed them into a beautifully designed teapot, and came back with two cups.
Considering the cruise’s abundance of good food and drink along the way, he wasn’t particularly inclined to eat at the moment.
And Su Gao, presumably, would not want to touch anything in the kitchen, so it might be best to have some tea.
Witnessing Fu Qian’s return, Su Gao sat quietly, silently observing his actions.
It was only after Fu Qian brewed the tea and poured her a cup that she showed no intent to lend a hand.
It must be said, Mr. Darcy’s taste was evident; despite Fu Qian’s rough approach, the aroma was still enticing.
“If you don’t mind, could I have a cup too?”
Just then, a man’s voice came from behind Fu Qian.
He halted his movements and turned to look, only to find that, in complete silence, another person had appeared in the living room.
It was a smiling middle-aged gentleman in black casuals, with meticulously combed long hair tied at the back of his head, and small eyes that were unusually bright.
Oh?
With Fu Qian present, Su Gao naturally had no reaction.
And upon seeing the newcomer, Fu Qian’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise that was utterly natural.
However, it took him only half a second to adjust his mindset and return to normal.
“Certainly.”
In the next instant, Fu Qian grunted and pushed the remaining cup towards the man, then sat down unbothered.
“What should I call you?”
It was only then that Fu Qian addressed the uninvited guest with a question.
This manner was clearly meant to maintain his own momentum.
Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the pose, having someone sneak into one’s home undetected had already lost all prestige.
Of course, all this was driven by acting.
Even though the long-haired middle-aged man had a spectacular entrance, to Fu Qian and Su Gao, there was nothing mysterious about him; they could even outline the path he had taken to get here.
“Carlos.”
The visitor took the teacup with nimble movements and a confident demeanor.
“The aroma is slightly off, it seems like the cups weren’t warmed, Mr. Darcy was a bit in a hurry.”
Appearing completely unconcerned about what might be in the tea, Carlos took a sip from his cup and commented with a smile.
“I’m not one for fuss or ceremony.”
As a Human-Demon, his psychological fortitude was solid, so how could such a mild personal attack harm him.
Fu Qian spoke while casually lifting the pot and pouring tea directly into his mouth.
“Do you have business with me, Mr. Carlos? I apologize, but I don’t recall inviting any other guests today.”
“Just a routine customer visit, after all, Mr. Darcy has availed himself of our company’s services.”
After delivering a cryptic answer and seeing Fu Qian staring at him, Carlos laughed.
“Just kidding, the real reason is that I wanted to see a special case in person.”
“Allow me to reintroduce myself. Carlos, Ph.D., project leader of the Yasui Corp Miracle Elixir Project.”