Chapter 1761: Chapter 1756: Pink Beard
It wasn’t about discovering so lost Divine Artifact again.
And it’s not so Hero vs. Demon King ga, where good luck ans picking up items every two steps.
Just purely thought the design looked nice.
Lady Cecilia’s deceased mother had quite a taste, indeed.
“I knew you would definitely agree!”
At this mont, on the other end of the connection, Cecilia was clearly very satisfied with Fu Qian’s prompt response.
“But the fact that you didn’t even ask about the rules makes even happier.”
“Now let explain, but first, let’s change the venue.”
Amidst crisp laughter, Cecilia had already turned around and walked briskly to the side.
…
It’s not huge, but it’s big.
No wonder it could cultivate that kind of unique temperant; Lady Cecilia’s family is definitely not nouveau riche.
Following her employer up the stairs, Fu Qian took a quick tour of the old residence of her mother.
The verdict was that this is definitely not a place for ordinary people to live.
The structure was complex and old, exuding a sense of history, yet places like these generally have exorbitant maintenance fees, suggesting her mother’s lineage was not ordinary either.
“This is my grandfather.”
Just as Fu Qian was about to give a thumbs up in appreciation, Cecilia had already stopped and was introducing the subject of her praise.
Of course, it’s not a real person.
Currently, she was in a room with slightly better lighting, although not very large.
From the sa-colored desk and wooden shelves, it was easy to see that it was a study that had not been visited for a long ti.
The person Cecilia introduced was hanging on one of the walls.
An old man dressed in a formal suit.
His hair was sowhat thinning and reddish, his beard was heavy, he showed no expression, yet he carried an inherent solemnity.
At a glance, he sowhat resembles Lady Cecilia… although only barely.
Fu Qian often read descriptions that claid one could see a grandparent’s deanor at a glance.
But honestly, forcing a girl to look like her grandfather seems to exaggerate the power of genetics.
As soone with a realistic perspective, Fu Qian’s assessnt was that both of their facial features were decent, with a hint of familial resemblance.
Judging from Lady Cecilia’s deanor, she didn’t seem very close to her grandfather.
“When he was alive, he was always stern, the person I feared the most as a child, so I sowhat resisted my mother bringing back here… Luckily, we didn’t co back too often.”
Whether it was residual authority or not, as Cecilia narrated, her posture was noticeably more respectful than before.
“But sotis I would sneak into this study, do you know why?”
Her voice was like a soft murmur, and even without waiting for Fu Qian to answer, Cecilia had reached the side and moved a wooden chair.
“I’m not obsessed with reading, but this was the window in all the rooms most suitable for viewing the snow-capped mountains—though I’m not particularly fond of them either.”
With continuous inversions, Cecilia repeatedly examined the patterns on the floor, finally finding a spot for the chair, and only after sitting down did she raise her head to look at the portrait again.
“From this angle, the mountains outside are vividly reflected, particularly the snow-covered parts, perfectly covering the beard.”
Cecilia gestured towards her grandfather’s face, even hunching over to lower her perspective.
“And at sunrise, the snow is a pale pink.”
…
So the majestic grandfather ended up with pink whiskers?
One could truly sense a child’s mindset.
For Fu Qian, adjusting to the exact angle as Lady Cecilia’s was exceptionally simple.
And without interrupting her storytelling, he casually validated it himself.
The angle indeed proved to be a fascinating one, with even the mountain tops aligning perfectly with the shape of the beard in the portrait.
“So now cos the rule.”
Although Fu Qian had remained silent, Cecilia was convinced he was still listening and cheerfully laid out her request.
“I know it’s a bit late now, but could you turn back ti once more, to sunrise, just like last ti?”
…
Indeed, she still rembers.
Fu Qian knew exactly what she was referring to; their past action was rather impactful, leaving a strong impression.
As for why Cecilia had such a request, Fu Qian felt it wasn’t ant to make things difficult—considering the ti left before leaving Lincheng, there was probably no way she’d reach there before the dawn faded, not to ntion needing to catch up on sleep for this reason.
And considering her trip to Lincheng was to deliver sothing to him, he supposed he should agree to this small request?
“Understood, but isn’t the difference a bit much?”
“Last ti you just woke up slightly late, but now it’s almost dark.”
After taking another bite of bread, Fu Qian finally responded, first emphasizing the difficulty and complexity.
“… So, is it not possible?”
After a mont of silence, there was an undetectable note of disappointnt in Cecilia’s voice.
“It can be done.”
…
“But—”
Before the employer could express joy, Fu Qian also perfectly mirrored her series of reversals.
“Isn’t the snow line a bit too high up? It’s not just the wrong ti; isn’t it the wrong season too?”
This statent wasn’t spoken blindly. The Reflection on the portrait’s glass, though perfectly matching the shape of the beard, clearly only reached halfway up the chin.
In previous visits, Lady Cecilia likely ca during a colder season.
“So… you can change that too?”
Earlier he ntioned the early-late ti gap was a bit much, and now he’s directly adjusting the season. Clearly, the advisor’s power was strong enough to pressure the employer.
“It can be done.”
It’s not as if the sun needed to be moved out to shine once more; it was rely a matter of switching the Clear Dream Ring to a different background, so the snow line wasn’t an issue.
“… Then please go ahead.”
…
Indeed a peculiar scene.
A mont later, Fu Qian observed the portrait where the face had pink mutton chops, marveling montarily at children’s keen eyes for discovery.
And indeed, keeping a beard can alter a man’s aura.
The once formidable elder imdiately conjured an image of a dancing Colonel Sanders, maxing out the charm removal effect.
“… Thank you.”
For Lady Cecilia in the Clear Dream Ring, there were undoubtedly more complex emotions. It took her a long gaze before she could softly thank him with a special smile.
“And congratulations to you, Mr. Advisor, for winning the prize. But… do you want to raise the stakes again?”
“Sure.”
With another mouthful of bread, Fu Qian exhibited astonishing agreeability.
“Hehe… it’s just a matter of answering a question.”
Seemingly unfazed by his attitude, Cecilia didn’t waste any ti.
“Rember when I said I could tell at first glance that you and I are the sa kind?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you think that is?”
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