Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 599: Chapter 599: Uproar (23)_1 Chapter 599: Chapter 599: Uproar (23)_1 Is this night a bit too lively?

All sorts of people have emerged.

Of course, on the flip side, the harvest has been quite fruitful.

Taking two steps forward, Fu Qian bent over to pick up a grayish-black sliver from the scattered debris on the ground.

This was the talisman that Veheler gave to Marco, and it was clear that its quality was really good; it had survived the indiscriminate attack unscathed.

Regrettably, this seemed to be the only item left on Marco’s person, as no other valuable things were found.

It’s not too surprising, though. A player with obvious mental instability is unlikely to have much of a stash.

Marco typified the kind of player who conquers opponents with physical prowess. If he did have any items or resources, chances are he traded them for protein powder.

Unfortunately, this special form of power clearly led to instability, both physically and mentally, making him too impulsive.

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Moreover, based on the information at hand, the true effects of this object are quite dubious.

Calmly leaving the crime scene, Fu Qian carefully examined the second talisman in his hand.

The reason he thought this was not a matter of subjective guesswork, but rather a clear logic—Marco was dead.

He may have killed himself, but that doesn’t matter; dead is dead.

Considering Ariel’s elaborate probing before, if activating the talisman was really important, then Marco would definitely not be dead.

There’s no way that Veheler and his group would allow such an occurrence.

So in Ariel’s view, the importance of this matter isn’t even greater than him running over to “help” (add to the chaos)…

Fu Qian felt that the whole situation was becoming increasingly strange.

In fact, when he was going all out just now, he had thought that perhaps Veheler or someone of the sort would jump out at the last minute to call a halt.

In that case, the probability that the Native Council thought the same way as him would undoubtedly be much higher.

What a pity…

Altogether, after one night, Fu Qian was quite skeptical about the authenticity of Veheler’s plan.

The broad outline of the situation was as follows.

First, as the rambunctious festival approached, Dunis, an organization with special beliefs, suddenly had people showing up with Beastly Disease.

This disease was so severe that it attracted the close attention of the Night Watchman, who even went to the lengths of redeploying personnel from the surrounding area to closely scrutinize all kinds of wild Transcendents.

Meanwhile, under these circumstances, the Native Council was plotting a divine assassination plan, preparing to use special means to turn the festival’s revelry into a torrent of noise.

And at this very moment, both talismans are in his possession, which in theory is already in contradiction to Veheler’s original plan.

If that’s the case, then what’s to come is to fully implement this deviation from the plan and see how stable this long-conceived scheme really is.

For instance, when the horn sounds, he would not crush either of the talismans in his hand and instead rush over immediately to “help” and be ready to directly assassinate a god in front of the Night Watchman and the Native Council.

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Squeak!

Amidst the grating noise, Fu Qian quickly stepped back and casually picked up the half-eaten cherry crisp.

The next moment, the table in front of him was toppled far away with a bump, followed by a thunderous call ringing in his ears.

Truly the essence of festive atmosphere!

Watching the lively hopping group around the table, Fu Qian reflected.

Today was different from yesterday; the revelers went without any reprimand.

Moreover, indeed young people recover quickly from joy. They had bounced back so fast from successive setbacks.

Yes, the jubilant few before him were none other than the vibrant young Frank and his group whom he had met before.

Fu Qian remembered clearly how, when he had taken that delicate person with him, the whole team’s morale had already plummeted to an all-time low, a scene of utter desolation. Yet, unexpectedly, they had regained their spirits so quickly.

They even managed to get money for food and drinks.

For a moment, Fu Qian seriously wondered if these four had temporarily taken a day job to earn a quick buck.

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The spot where Fu Qian was currently perched was a bar next to the dock, somewhat elevated and with outdoor seating that afforded a spectacular view.

Sitting in Fu Qian’s position, one could clearly see the towering Lighthouse not far off.

When night fell, the legendary Count Valentin was said to climb up there and sound the first horn of the festival.

After making up his mind, Fu Qian had arrived here early to prepare for the evening’s grand performance.

As darkness gradually enveloped the sky, the festive atmosphere was already quite intense, with all kinds of odd and bizarre demons and monsters gathering in pairs and groups—including the Night Watchman.

Just around this area alone, Fu Qian had already spotted at least a dozen Middle Tier Transcendents.

They clearly had some organization, being evenly distributed around the docks like a sprawling net, monitoring the swelling tide of people.

The Phoenix Palace and Cross Square were the same.

Indeed, Fu Qian had also scoped out these two places before arriving here.

Although there weren’t as many hands there as here, the number was still quite significant.

It was hard to imagine where the Night Watchman had found so many people.

As for why Fu Qian, situated in the center of this “net,” could still calmly snack on crispy biscuits, the reason was quite simple.

Crack!

Cramming the remaining pastries into his mouth, Fu Qian slipped on his mask with ease, just in time to block a sweeping gaze that had come his way.

A figure also wearing a mask had their eyes locked onto him.

“What’s wrong?”

The familiar voice came from a masked person beside him, revealing itself to be the rebellious girl, Riet.

“Nothing…”

Their eyes met, and Veil took in the sight of Fu Qian seated there and the intricately decorated mask on his face, before ultimately averting her gaze and shaking her head, continuing on her way.

She really couldn’t help but come out to the streets after all.

It’s not surprising, though—the festive atmosphere indeed had a strong allure.

And to the Ver Sisters, no matter from which angle it was viewed, the warnings they received from him didn’t carry much credibility.

Fu Qian thought to himself as he watched the Ver Sisters pass by.

Indeed, his method of staying hidden was extremely simple: he wore an additional mask over the one given by the Witch.

That was the advantage of concealing one’s presence. Considering the crowd of revelers wearing masks on the street, he was now in a state of perfect concealment within the city, undetectable even if a Demigod were to pass by.

Let alone a student like Veil.

However, it could be seen that the sisters had taken some precautions.

For example, they wore the most ornate and bulky masks, covered themselves from head to toe, and tried to maintain a certain distance from everyone else.

Too bad, the danger was probably far beyond their imagination.

As he reflected on this, Fu Qian stood up and followed the direction of the crowd.

The sun had completely set, and one could see the fairy lights on the parade floats ready to proceed.

Even below the Lighthouse, there was a bustling crowd, clearly indicating the presence of some VIPs.

Ya Yu, the time to display your plans has arrived.