Chapter 1348: Chapter 1346: Fallen Guest Empire (5)
It is said that having proper etiquette makes it easier to have visitors.
During the intense Awakening Plan next door, Fu Qian naturally received feedback about himself.
He didn’t even worry about misunderstanding because he was well aware that the cell on the other side of Esther was empty.
Fu Qian expressed great satisfaction with such a sudden turn of events at the near end of the incident.
It’s worthwhile that, as an unrelated person, he maintained an elegant and honest listening posture without forgetting his original intention.
“Hello there.”
Amidst self-praise, a greeting already ca from the other side of the corridor.
It was evident that there was not much spare ti allocated for the two Nightmare Awakeners, even though their schedule was well-ordered.
…
Not tall, dark-skinned, curly long hair, with a sturdy build, it was clearly the male visitor who had just dealt with Principal Glenn.
Compared to Marianne, this person seed less articulate.
But whether it was showcasing his uniqueness or stimulated by Principal Glenn’s recent despairing posture, he was obviously excited now.
He greeted with a beaming smile even before he was physically present.
“Good morning.”
However, in the next mont, in his sight, the prisoner eavesdropper who should have been panicking, remained calmly smiling and nodding, without even changing his standing posture.
So graceful and decent that even the coarse blue cloth outfit couldn’t diminish his appearance the slightest bit.
“It’s not early now, theoretically speaking, you should be getting ready for dinner.”
This deanor was a bit jarring for him.
Feeling deeply disrespected, he instantly retaliated against this wet blanket behavior on his excitent.
“Is that so? Never mind, I just wanted to say it anyway.”
Unfortunately, the opponent’s gentle amiability was beyond what he expected.
Not only did he not argue about the dinner comnt, but he also maintained eye contact throughout, following the visitor’s every step until they were face to face, separated only by a gate.
“Eavesdropping on others’ conversations is impolite.”
Nevertheless, the other party remained fearless, even with a playful gaze, which made the young Awakener notably uncomfortable and turned his expression cold.
“Sorry, that was indeed intentional.”
In response to this moral accusation, the other party apologized instantly, even admitting subjective intent.
However, the overly smooth transition and undiminished smile only fueled the visitor’s increasing anger instead of quelling his unease.
“Very well, then I believe you’re very clear about your impending fate.”
But now was not the ti for idle chatter; the male visitor announced his stance with actions instead of words, mask frosting over.
…
In comparison, this one felt even less obvious.
While greeting the visitor kindly, Fu Qian was also quick to observe and comnt.
When the Awakener in front of him helped Principal Glenn forget everything, Fu Qian could sowhat sense the uniqueness of that thing he spat out.
So much so that Fu Qian had no doubt about the forgetful effect of that object, which was definitely not so simple mory-damaging poison gas.
More precise, higher-ranking, almost like a delete command.
Yet whether it was just now or now, he observed no unique patterns of decrees on the other party.
Indeed, the pathways of corruption are myriad.
According to Marianne’s self-description earlier, the gifts the Awakeners received were very much like the fabled Star Law.
Yet she didn’t ntion any transformation in power form inside or outside the nightmare, which was likely the sa in the “real” world.
So the distinct difference between the two and The Sect might well serve as proof of Fu Qian’s bold guess during the previous interaction with the Bloodline Clan — after the mist descended from the sky, the newly received gifts from the Stars Association were different from before, becoming even more distorted and corrupted.
Completely worth delving into more detailed information.
Including the nightmare nad Leytin they described, which could almost serve as another perspective to observe the real world.
…
“Of course, those who truly open their eyes will never lose their way.”
While contemplating, Fu Qian never forgot to maintain his deanor, answering questions congenially.
“Oh? So, when did you open your eyes? Was a year enough?”
A brilliant communicator, always able to make soone feel refreshed with just a few words.
The Awakener visitor seed to have cald down from his earlier displeasure, though his smile was not quite relaxed, now enthusiastically inquiring about the amount of dicine Fu Qian needed.
“Actually, six months is sufficient.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Qian pondered seriously and answered casually.
“Haha… alright, then six months it is.”
Amid the laughter, the enthusiastic visitor could no longer contain his eagerness, opening the door right in front of Fu Qian.
Undoubtedly, the key ca from Principal Glenn.
And he was clearly determined to achieve the six-month forgetfulness that was about to be demonstrated.
“Wait a minute, Ben.”
Unfortunately, life’s troubles never co singly, and just as he was about to step inside, full of pride and good cheer, a voice from next door stopped him.
In fact, since Fu Qian’s “good morning” started, the conversation there had already ceased.
“Marianne?”
Clearly not the leader of this operation, the male Awakener called Ben paused, despite his face full of unwillingness at being thwarted by fate, he still looked over.
“Eyes open?”
Marianne had indeed already co out from next door, quickly walking to the position facing Fu Qian across the bars, squinting her eyes in scrutiny.
“I’m really curious what enlightennt gave you this self-awareness? After all, as far as I know, by that ti you were long confined here, in this room.”
It was evident she didn’t glean anything from Fu Qian’s face.
Even as she asked, two fleshy vines climbed over the bars, winding to within a palm’s distance from Fu Qian’s eyes.
“Grimshaw, forty-two years old, doctor and unknown painter, for murdering at least three people who gave negative reviews on his work, and cooking and eating their brains and eyeballs, was finally incarcerated here, eight years ago.”
In such a situation, Marianne was not easily angered, even smiling as she reported a string of information while looking intently into Fu Qian’s eyes.
“Am I right?”
No wonder she was the one in charge, seemingly reckless and casual, in reality having done quite ticulous howork on the situation, but the persona she exposed… is it truly retribution for one’s deeds?
Bearing the title of Otaku Sorcerer for so long, finally brought to justice by an accusation of his kind?
Feeling the net of justice is inescapable, Fu Qian nodded, recalling his actions in the World Within the Painting.
“Strictly speaking, the reason I am here is indeed due to indiscriminate eating.”
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