Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 593: Chapter 593 Noisy (17)_1 Chapter 593: Chapter 593 Noisy (17)_1 It’s just too coincidental!

Just when the Native Council bunch were planning their moves, something happened over in Dunis.

And even Marco, that kind of guy, knew the risks were high, Fu Qian couldn’t believe that Veheler and his people wouldn’t constantly monitor the situation.

Or was the Beastly Disease, perhaps, a side effect caused by Veheler’s plan? A risk they had to take?

After all, for now it seemed that although the Night Watchmen were tense, they hadn’t gone so far as to cancel the festival.

If it were just that, it would mean that everything was under the control of Veheler and his people, which wouldn’t be too much of an impact.

Unfortunately, according to past experience, the probability of completing a mission by just lying down was really not high.

And considering how Veheler and his people wanted to pull chestnuts out of the fire, to hunt Divine Beings, they were quite secretive about their methods.

Fu Qian thought that it was necessary to further confirm the current mission situation.

So, after briefly analyzing the content he monitored, he quickly identified his next move—uncovering the origin of the Beastly Disease.

He gobbled down the corn cake in a few bites, turned around, and with a smiling gaze, looked at the distant observer.

At that moment, since Jimmy had gone to report elsewhere, only Old Joe remained there.

…

Did he notice me?

It must be said, seeing Fu Qian suddenly turn his head, Old Joe was somewhat startled.

It wasn’t that he sensed danger, but rather an instinctive reaction to being noticed by the subject he was covertly observing.

Of course, the guilt quickly subsided, as incredulous as it was to be detected from such a distance by an ordinary human—was he really discovered?

In the renewed constriction of Old Joe’s pupils, he noticed that the surveilled subject did not ignore him but instead walked straight over.

“Hello there!”

Fu Qian, without even wearing a mask, greeted him quite politely.

“You… hello.”

Old Joe replied instinctively.

“Do you know if there’s any sort of cult gathering place nearby?”

… What?

After realizing what Fu Qian had asked, Old Joe was somewhat disbelieving of his own ears for a moment.

“Please don’t misunderstand, it’s just out of curiosity.”

“Cities with a lot of historical significance often give rise to special things.”

“Considering I was once a member of such a group, after feeling this thick festive atmosphere, I couldn’t help but think of that.”

Fu Qian continued to explain with a smile.

Think of what? The lively atmosphere of gathering with fellow adherents?

Fu Qian’s explanation was undoubtedly full of questionable points; the Night Watchman Old Joe couldn’t help but be filled with question marks, scrutinizing him carefully.

He was indeed just an ordinary old man, even his hair had all fallen out on his head, and he wore as many as three rings on his hand. Coupled with his somewhat unreliable statements, he seemed somewhat disrespectful of his age.

But for some reason, faced with this obviously nonsensical question, he felt an irresistible desire to respond.

“Sorry, Dunis might have a long history, but everyone is just interested in art and culture, without any kind of wicked beliefs,” he replied with a stern face and righteous words.

“I see,” Fu Qian nodded, as if deep in thought.

Old Joe was so cooperative, certainly not out of respect for the elderly and the wise.

On his way over, he had casually activated the Clear Dream Ring.

After many tests, he had become quite adept at it.

Since this person had just reached the Middle Tier and had almost no reaction before being affected,

as the Master of the Dream Realm, Fu Qian set a very simple rule for Old Joe to be released — answer his own three questions.

Although he wasn’t a player specializing in psychic powers, there were still many roundabout methods for obtaining information.

Moreover, it wasn’t that Fu Qian didn’t want to ask more; it was because the feedback from the dream indicated that setting a higher number could lead to instability.

As it turned out, driven by the motivation to free himself, Old Joe displayed considerable enthusiasm and hospitality, as well as a desire to maintain the image of his hometown.

“Please don’t be nervous, my wording might not have been quite appropriate,”

Fu Qian continued to say with a smile.

“Actually, I’m quite interested in some special research.”

“You know, as people get older, they tend to develop a variety of quirky hobbies.”

“Although I haven’t been in touch with it for a while, for some reason I’ve suddenly become interested in these things again. Where can I find such special interest groups?”

…

In the midst of Old Joe’s Night Watchman conflict, Fu Qian asked the second question and greeted Jimmy, who had returned.

What’s going on here…

Jimmy, freshly introduced into the dream, was obviously struggling to keep up when he saw Fu Qian’s warm conversation with Old Joe.

However, out of trust for his senior, he didn’t shout out, instead staring at Old Joe, trying to get him to explain what was going on.

Where can I find a special interest group…

Old Joe clearly knew the scene before him was somewhat odd, but Fu Qian’s question still uncontrollably surfaced in his mind, prompting him to ponder the answer.

“Hello, I’m Lu Ming.”

Fu Qian, perceiving the struggle within him and the ensuing disturbance in the dream, was quite satisfied and introduced himself to Jimmy in a friendly manner.

One dream, three questions.

He naturally wouldn’t waste such an opportunity.

The first question was actually a preliminary probe.

Although the target of this mission was an ancient god like Hamadus, Fu Qian wasn’t sure that the Beastly Disease was necessarily related to special beliefs, but it didn’t hurt to try.

Considering the delicacy of the current situation, he couldn’t directly ask what the Beastly Disease was all about.

After all, he was facing a Middle Tier Transcendent, a bona fide Night Watchman candidate. If he asked outright, not to mention that the subject might become alert over the sensitive question causing the dream to destabilize,

even if he got the answer he wanted in the moment, this person would likely realize their behavior had been unusual upon awakening.

Then, without a doubt, he would become a highly suspicious person with special transcendental abilities interested in the Beastly Disease, thereby successfully attracting the attention of Veheler and his group.

Given the peculiarities of these people, Fu Qian didn’t think it was a good idea.

“Hello…”

With the surveillance subject introducing himself so openly, and the critical name matching the previous suspicion perfectly, Jimmy was even more befuddled and kept looking to his senior, hoping he would tell him what the hell was going on.

“According to regulations, special interest groups here in Dunis indeed need to be registered and their daily locations logged.”

Unfortunately for him, his senior didn’t respond to him and continued discussing with the suspect.

“Actually, the Old Theological College not far from here is a gathering place for many groups.”