Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1065: Chapter 1063 Cooperate in Acting Chapter 1065: Chapter 1063 Cooperate in Acting This…

Facing this instantaneous change, Lady Cecilia’s hand that was propping her cheek dropped.

Her sitting posture remained elegant, yet her back, which was ramrod straight, had now become stiff as a wooden carving.

She hadn’t returned to before the sun rose, but it felt like she had returned to…

Advisor?

What a peculiar dragon seeker!

Assessing the scene that seemed frozen in time, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

Some conjectures that you deeply believe in, when finally confirmed after enduring torment, could instead trigger a wave of reverse self-doubt.

And the complexity of the emotional changes often correlated directly with the devastation experienced during the conjecturing.

Of course, he believed Lady Cecilia would adjust.

Regarding her circumstances, Fu Qian expressed deep sympathy, yet had never considered using violent brainwashing to negate her inappropriate worldview.

As a non-professional, his control was far from precise, and this delicate task of carving on eggshells could easily go wrong if not handled carefully.

Especially without understanding the reasons behind the formation of her unique worldview, leaving only a strong spiritual imprint could create cognitive conflicts that might drive a person insane.

What if her life truly was Truman’s world?

It’s better to dredge than block; what I am best at has always been to fuel the fire, to destroy to rebuild.

Why not see what happens when many years’ conjecture is confirmed all at once?

…

Ha…haha…

Intermittent laughter began to sound, and Lady Cecilia finally made a movement.

It seemed as though all her strength had suddenly drained, but within the fatigue was also a sense of relief, and her laughter grew increasingly loud.

Just as Fu Qian wondered how many octaves she could stretch across, the laughter abruptly stopped before it became unseemly.

In the darkness, Lady Cecilia’s smile lingered, she took several deep breaths and quickly readjusted her posture to poised and elegant, as if maintaining her image in front of an invisible audience.

Adjusting that quickly, confirming she really was an Actor, had she suddenly respected the profession?

Fu Qian watched thoughtfully.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Advisor.”

“I am now very glad I made that decision back then, you are indeed much more sincere than they are.”

The next moment, Lady Cecilia thanked him and pulled the curtains completely closed.

“Please rest assured, it won’t take too long.”

…

It sounded like this kind of conversation had happened more than once.

Knowing what Lady Cecilia intended to do, Fu Qian, as the Master of the Dream Realm, slightly tightened his focus and contemplated what he had heard.

Clearly, Lady Cecilia’s mad ramblings had received a response for the first time.

This was the importance of finding a professional advisor!

The only thing you needed to do was to make a request.

As he congratulated himself, Fu Qian sent a thought from the plane of reality to the still seated Lady Cecilia, instructing her to also draw the curtains and change her clothes.

Blurry will commanding the physical body, this act of mine is indeed moving closer to that of the Evil God!

…

Certainly proficient, not only was darkness not a problem, but consciousness wasn’t either.

Moments later, following a call, Fu Qian waited a little longer and then shifted his attention back.

Whether in dreams or reality, Lady Cecilia had already changed her clothes.

Fu Qian snapped his fingers again, directly canceling the Clear Dream Ring.

Initially lost in thought, Lady Cecilia’s body jolted, and after a brief moment of confusion, she quickly noticed the dim light in front of her.

Unconsciously checking her attire, she realized her clothes had already been changed and, recalling her recent dream-like experience, she walked over and pulled open the curtains again.

The sun had fully risen into the sky, which was clear without a single cloud.

“What a lovely day today!”

Lady Cecilia recovered much quicker this time, her tone of voice as though an advisor was standing right beside her.

Stop with the sighs already, such a professional mental massage, where’s your payment?

Sadly, Fu Qian wasn’t so appreciative.

“In fact, I suddenly feel like I can be ‘myself’ now.”

Fortunately, the client was somewhat discerning and quickly indicated there was no need for him to push.

“Although it might be meaningless to you, would you be interested in visiting my manor and my collection?”

How could it be meaningless? That was far too meaningful!

Fu Qian was very pleased with this courteous offer.

The first time he met Lady Cecilia, Fu Qian had fantasized that it would be good if she had some sort of collecting obsession, combined with her obvious financial resources, to aid in increasing his chances of finding extraordinary items.

Now, Fu Qian was even more interested in this lady’s family.

…

Indeed very wealthy!

Fu Qian quickly came to his first conclusion.

He had thought Lady Cecilia, as an heir, would be extravagant, but he hadn’t expected her to be this extravagant.

During this special tour, in just under half an hour, Lady Cecilia had given Fu Qian a bit of a shock.

Under the morning sun, Gatsby Manor with its streams, pastures, wooded hills, was exceptionally beautiful; every detail meticulously designed, along with the unintentional marks of years gone by.

No wonder even that kind of bedroom still retained a window, no matter what.

The only pity was that Fu Qian didn’t find any extraordinary aura from these traces.

Without finding what he was looking for, her illness probably had nothing to do with them either.

“The sun is getting quite strong; let’s go inside.”

The next moment, the guide also kindly spoke up.

…

Compared to the collection room, calling Lady Cecilia’s bedroom plain would be an understatement.

It seemed, rather, that she was eagerly perusing what was merely one among many collection rooms.

Because the types of items were obviously singular in nature, at a glance, one could see it was almost entirely various kinds of armor and swords, even including a gold-inlaid chariot and what appeared to be the remains of a warhorse.

From the look of it, all were exceptionally well-maintained.

And Lady Cecilia seemed quite familiar with the details and origins of each piece; although not verbose, her few words often went straight to the point.

As for the reason?

Besides being immersed in it daily, interest was probably also a significant factor.

Seeing Lady Cecilia take down a spike-studded battle ax and grasp it with proper technique, along with a fleeting fierce look in her eyes, Fu Qian inwardly exclaimed,

She clearly has a special affection for weapons!

Suppressed thoughts often accumulate rather than truly dissipate.

“It’s still too heavy.”

When she spoke again, Lady Cecilia’s voice was as gentle as usual, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she put the ax back.

“Up ahead is something I’ve been most fearful of, it has been there since my childhood.”

As she spoke, she quickly moved forward a few steps and even specifically turned on a nearby lamp.

Under the gentle light, there was a bronze-colored helmet shaped like a human face.

The issue was, the face, made to look so calm as if sleeping, was too convincingly realistic, with the eyes even closed, making it hard to imagine how one could fight wearing it.

“Mr. Advisor, would you like to guess what is particularly special about it?”