Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1437 Artificial Existence Core (7)

Observing facial expressions, diagnosing the condition accordingly.

The swindler essentials shared by the second-rate diviner, Kisaragi Chie, are indeed well-suited for commercial application.

The lady Claire in front of me has a certain degree of alertness, so guiding her requires more attention to method and approach.

For now, the effort seems to be quite successful.

Facing the momentarily passing, well-hidden vigilance in Claire’s eyes, Fu Qian felt deeply satisfied and continued the momentum.

"I not only know your husband’s surname is Wesley, but I also know yours is the same."

Humor is the lubricant of communication; an untimely joke will effectively make suspicious points even more suspicious.

"Haha... you are even more easy-going than I imagined."

Claire’s expression was somewhat stiff, but she still played along, nodding her head.

Even after a slight hesitation, the next moment, she reached out her hand to take the small transparent bottle from Fu Qian’s hand.

"I will try my best to follow your suggestion... Sorry, may I use the restroom?"

After rubbing it in her hand a few times, she instinctively glanced at the metal canister next to Fu Qian’s hand and suddenly looked apologetic.

"Of course."

Fu Qian, who always advocates making guests feel at home, would not refuse such a reasonable request and gestured to the side.

Not to mention that as the Master of the Dream Realm, some of the physical reactions she has at this moment have been somewhat facilitated by him.

...

The not-so-large bathroom soon locked from the inside, and the sound of running water was heard.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Master Grimshaw, waiting for the customer to return, focused his gaze on the metal canister beside him, pondering something.

And after waiting a few seconds, his movements suddenly became rapid, as he unexpectedly pulled open a hidden compartment from the side.

When looking inside, there was an identical canister.

Taking the latter out to switch with the one on the table, Fu Qian casually closed the hidden compartment again.

The entire process was smooth and silent.

The agility and dexterity of it all were clearly more like a magician than a diviner.

Of course, such skillful methods did not prevent it from being entirely captured by the eyes spying from the restroom.

Indeed, there is a problem...

Next to the running water, Claire, whose mind was in turmoil, cautiously withdrew her actions to avoid being discovered.

Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, she took a deep breath the next moment, telling herself that now, more than ever, she must not panic.

The actions just now were obvious; the canister has a problem, and he is worried about her discovering it, so he quietly replaced it at this opportunity.

But since "her problem" is already solved, what other problem could this canister have?

— The dirt on his hands being purified by the liquid in the canister was an illusion.

It was nothing more than a trick to lure her into a trap.

Even deeper, could the bugs appearing on her skin be part of the illusion?

Just like the magic shows she usually watches, some things are arranged long before you even enter the scene.

The person in front of her is not a master-level spirit medium but a master-level swindler.

From the beginning, he has been guiding her.

So the current question is, what is his real purpose?

Bowing her head, looking at the bottle of blue liquid in her bag, Claire seemed to have an answer.

...

That guy’s purpose is definitely not for that little fee.

With his methods, he wouldn’t need so much trouble to scam that amount of money.

All his actions were just to make Lek drink this stuff—through her hands.

Clearly, her family is trapped in an incomprehensible conspiracy.

Reaching to grip the glass bottle, Claire’s body was faintly trembling.

It’s almost imaginable that this tasteless liquid would bring about terrifying effects akin to death.

Then at that time, she would become the one who harmed her husband.

No one would believe her words, and the so-called master would probably have vanished by then...

Calm, the first thing is to get out of here.

With her forehead pressed against the cold mirror frame, Claire kept telling herself to stay calm.

The first thing now is to ensure they don’t realize she has caught on.

The previous methods have already shown that the other party can use illusion-like tricks and is even skilled in hypnotic techniques.

Combined, this is how she was deceived earlier.

In short, this guy is very dangerous; it’s hard to say what he would do once discovered... so she shouldn’t stay here too long.

After another deep breath, Claire finally forced herself to calm down and began dealing with personal matters step by step.

...

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

A moment later, as the restroom door opened, Claire quickly returned to her seat, apologizing first thing.

"No problem, this is the service that customers should enjoy."

Master Grimshaw remained easy-going.

"Actually, I should be the one apologizing; I haven’t offered you anything since earlier. Would you like something to drink?"

"No need."

At this moment, Claire undoubtedly dared not drink anything from the other party, but she refused naturally, speaking as she took the small glass bottle from her bag and shook it slightly.

"I need to get back quickly and think about how to get Lek to drink something."

Oh?

Unfortunately, even so, the master seemed not to comprehend this humor immediately.

With narrowed eyes, Fu Qian sized her up with an ambiguous smile without saying anything.

The previously harmonious communication atmosphere visibly stifled.

Claire’s facial expression was the same.

"Indeed, the quicker, the better."

Luckily, before her smile fully faded, Master Grimshaw finally nodded.

"Anything else?"

"...This special potion is truly magical; were the bugs completely dissolved? Can I see what it looks like?"

Facing the master’s farewell inquiry, Claire hesitated momentarily but chose not to leave politely and instead pointed at the canister on the table.

This was something she planned while inside; since he prepared for her to look, if she didn’t request, it would seem more suspicious.

"Of course."

Facts proved that facing her somewhat rude request, the master seemed to relax a bit.

And following his usual straightforward style, he opened the lid and pushed it over in the next moment.

Clear and sparkling, the disgusting creations had vanished without a trace.

With just one glance, Claire couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

And when gesturing for the other to pack it, she equally restrained herself from glancing at the direction of the hidden compartment.