Chapter 1082: Chapter 1080: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 4)
No wonder everyone says harmony brings wealth!
Fu Qian looked on with admiration at the series of reactions unfolding before him.
Though Siren’s team didn’t have particularly strong mbers, in terms of scale and organization, they almost dominated among the present company.
Not to ntion, in this lawless land, the Night Watchman wouldn’t bother about a murder or two.
Yet, neither towards himself nor towards Nora, who didn’t mind inviting him for a drink, did Gerard, despite his unfriendly deanor, give any orders to attack at any mont.
Siren, who aspired to open a business in the Wasteland, seemingly did not want to spoil their image in the eyes of potential custors.
As for the lady boss over there, facing a custor like him who could potentially cause the destruction of her establishnt, she too didn’t unkindly drive him away imdiately.
It must have been under these fragile, unspoken agreents that Ms. Nora’s group, when faced with the disturbance of a troubleso figure, had the courage to maintain a certain distance while trying to gather so information.
After all, having waited for several days, any human would inevitably beco anxious.
Coincidentally, he also needed to gather so information at the mont to understand the general situation.
…
“Thank you!”
Seeing that Nora didn’t pour the drink directly but pushed both the bottle and glass towards him, signaling him to handle it himself, Fu Qian muttered praise for her ticulousness.
It maintained distance, while also clearly indicating there would be no tampering with the drink, demonstrating sincerity.
Truly the practice of a veteran who had traveled the Wasteland for years.
Fu Qian didn’t stand on ceremony and imdiately picked up the bottle to give it a shake.
Exactly like the ones on Gerard’s table, it seems the lady boss only stocked this kind.
It was well-sealed indeed, and the ordinary-looking glass next to it was wiped clean.
This business is both casual and serious!
Admiring it, Fu Qian, once again transforming into the spirited one-ard custor, opened the bottle single-handedly and poured himself a full glass.
“Mr. Lu knows ?”
Nora, who had been watching him the whole ti, finally spoke, her topic straightforward and natural.
“I just know him, that’s all.”
Fu Qian smiled upon hearing this, tilting his chin towards Old Master Tieer.
“You know ?”
Tieer was clearly surprised.
“The na ‘Hand of Justice’ is well-known to those who mingle in the Wastelands.”
Fu Qian turned serious, his tone filled with great respect.
“It’s just so fanciful nicknas from old friends…”
To think that the person before him was actually a fan, Tieer, who suddenly beca the center of attention, managed to remain composed, modestly downplaying it.
“Mr. Lu also ca here for the blessing matter?”
The next mont, he got straight to the point, giving no opportunity for Fu Qian to continue praising him to divert the conversation.
“If that is really the case, I must say it’s very tily of you. Up to now, the blessing has yet to appear, so to glimpse the forr glory of this relic, it seems we have to keep waiting.”
So, the unreal existence beneath the light ntioned in the mission introduction, is this the old imagery of this place?
What do these people expect to gain from it?
Fu Qian, recalling the ruins he had just observed, nodded.
“Each event has its own fate; I, Lu, never insist forcibly.”
Old Master Tieer’s direct questioning warranted an honest response, as any evasion would halt further discussion.
And it was evident, his enlightened stance significantly impacted the greed-driven Hunters, including Gerard, who had been watching him closely.
The latter snorted and, evidently losing interest in this nonsensical fellow, stood up and headed for the back door, clearly going to check the cri scene.
“…So in Mr. Lu’s view, whether the blessing will reappear this year is uncertain?”
Nora, having spent money on hospitality only to be t with coldness, also promptly raised a sowhat challenging question.
“No.”
Fu Qian decisively shook his head.
“There will definitely be an appearance, and I even know that sothing is bound to happen.”
So certain?
Fu Qian’s overly confident tone clearly added to the already tense atmosphere.
The tavern patrons, who had started to make small talk, fell silent once again.
How could this be…
The questioner, Nora, was even more shocked.
She just wanted to make her drink money sowhat worthwhile and hadn’t expected such an explosive response.
“How can you be so sure? Could it be that the Ancient Dragon will appear again?”
In the next mont, she couldn’t help but ask through gritted teeth.
She got another interesting piece of information… Does this ruin have sothing to do with the ancient worship of the Giant Dragon?
Judging by Nora’s tone, the Giant Dragon had even appeared before.
The tavern patrons eavesdropping didn’t seem surprised at all, which suggested a high level of credibility.
Indeed, a broader conversation yields more gains!
Fu Qian was even more satisfied for a mont and casually pointed to his right hand.
“It’s hard to say about the Ancient Dragon, but whenever I bring out my right hand, a bloody disaster is bound to occur.”
…
At that mont, Nora looked like she really wanted to smash a wine bottle on Fu Qian’s face.
Even from the reactions of the audience, it seed she wasn’t the only one thinking that.
Wasting half a day on expressions, and you give this kind of mind-bending twist!
However, that was just a montary irritation. The worldly experienced Ms. Nora quickly understood another explanation for this nonsense.
Even if soone was crazy, they wouldn’t take such a huge risk to co here just to show off, right?
He knows sothing but can’t openly say it, so he intentionally sat down and hinted in such a manner…
Subconsciously, she glanced at Tieer and sure enough, his expression was solemn, showing no annoyance at being played.
I still lack so experience!
Nora sighed inwardly, feeling inferior to Tieer’s shrewdness.
“This is just the beginning…”
At this mont, Mr. Lu across from her picked up his glass and sniffed it. He didn’t rush to drink it, but instead murmured to himself softly.
“Are you saying… more people will die?”
Eager to continue the conversation, Nora carefully followed up with her excitent.
“Of course.”
If not, wouldn’t our mission be completed just by lying down?
Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
It’s a pity that sothing as humane as the Blind Eye Holy Grail is so rare.
Looking around, seeing that the morale was clearly lower than when they had arrived, Fu Qian stood up, satisfied.
“The resting place is free, right?”
He confird again with the landlady, who was still staring his way, and after receiving an affirmative response, he turned and walked over.
But before he left through the door, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a certain spot.
It was almost the darkest corner of the room, where three people were sitting.
All dressed in thick robes and hoods, each person rely drinking their own drink with no interaction.
It really is a lively evening!
With a silent lant, Fu Qian slightly relaxed his control over his aura and then left through the door.
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