Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1788: Chapter 1783: Temporary Departure

It was destined to be just a beginning, Fu Qian had no interest in joining any group discussion at this time.

Nor was he worried that Brother Weixuan, who had just emerged, would interpret this refusal as a guilty conscience.

Professionals have their own reasoning for their actions.

Earlier, appearing decisively to maintain the situation was fulfilling his duty as a mentor, to avoid more personnel being harmed.

And walking away afterward, he believed it already conveyed his stance of not joining the fun.

Moreover, the opinion Brother Weixuan wanted had already been given to him.

The emblem wasn’t just random doodling, and the explanation afterward was also true.

That symbol indeed came from the Angel Dungeon that was once explored.

Although because of his own mission, truly going over there to explore now would most likely lead to nothing.

But while the Academy might find nothing, the Night Watchmen could.

Since the latter is using various methods to prevent ancient beliefs from returning to the world, they must have considerable knowledge of what ancient beliefs there were?

Whether or not it’s classified as top secret.

This is clearly a good opportunity to verify the Night Watchman’s stance, and to understand ancient secrets.

"Should I relay these things to Director Li as well?"

Ji Liushuang seriously listened, and asked back with a serious expression.

Although she didn’t recognize the item in her hand, she clearly confirmed at this moment that Professor Fu had left the scene not because things were too boring to participate, but because he had noticed some traces, realizing it wasn’t simple at all.

That’s how it should be, such a scenario, the things involved behind it could never be ordinary.

"Of course, but more than that, I only know an angel’s name, the specific meaning is not yet clear."

Nodding, Fu Qian did not burden Miss Liushuang with more secrets.

As for whether this information would expose him?

The Angel Dungeon on the Wasteland isn’t some top secret; how many people went in back then?

Even the Siren is exploring it earnestly, knowing some related information, what does it represent?

"Alright, I’ll take it over and hand it to Director Li after they finish."

Silently reciting the name "Angel," Ji Liushuang carefully stored away the paper with the emblem, having no objections to Professor Fu’s arrangement.

"If Director Li or others come looking for you later?"

But just before stepping out, she seemed to recall something.

"Just say I stepped out for a bit and will be right back."

Fu Qian waved farewell, though showing no intention of getting up.

...

[Warning, leak——]

With the Research Assistant setting off quickly, the lab returned to quiet, and Fu Qian casually removed the Messenger.

The warehouse operated as stable as ever, though this time the warning barely reached halfway.

After days of verification, Fu Qian, seeing the bloodstains on the mask had almost recovered, directly put it on his face again.

The scene shifted once more, reappearing on the second floor of a bookstore.

He said it’s become quite convenient to travel back and forth between the two places nowadays.

While doing research, no need to worry about affecting the commercial layout.

Observing Shangjing also beginning a new day, Fu Qian stretched lazily, striding downstairs.

So-called stepping out for a bit, certainly wasn’t to take a trip to the Wasteland, to see if the Angel Dungeon was still there, or to try finding the trio of blindness and folly.

With such an exaggerated meteor shower, how could the Night Watchmen not notice?

And Chief of Shangjing has been eagerly waiting for news.

Though this doesn’t mean Fu Qian was planning to open for business today.

Click——

As the bookstore door opened, he had reached the street, following the remembered route to buy food.

With severe injuries not yet healed, how could nutrition not keep up?

About the expense issue?

Going back to the lab earlier wasn’t just for drawing, after days of running about without time to reimburse, casually misappropriating some funds should be fine, right?

...

"Mr. Fang."

Almost just after finishing the bought pile of things, the closed bookstore was knocked, someone calling softly outside.

Chief Yuan, who browsed every day without buying a book, of course, wouldn’t be so courteous, it was her secretary, Xiao Ming.

And seeing the bookstore closed but the boss inside, even eating heartily, Xiao Mingyue, though initially shocked, visibly let out a sigh of relief, respectfully standing there to greet.

"Hello."

Despite a bit of prior unpleasantness, how could Fu Qian hold a worldly view against a young man lacking experience, immediately coming out from behind the counter to open the door, even with a smiling greeting.

"Hello...is it convenient now? The chief wishes to invite Mr. Fang over for a visit."

Unfortunately, the friendliness from a Demigod instead made Xiao Mingyue even more nervous, conveying Chief Yuan’s wish word by word.

"Let’s go."

However, Fu Qian was still amenable today, showing no dissatisfaction from being neglected.

Chief Yuan didn’t run to the bookstore as usual, letting her secretary come to invite, which really wasn’t a strange thing.

The bookstore doesn’t have any anti-eavesdropping devices, with the meteor shower news reaching, that one clearly prepared to discuss some sensitive topics.

...

You...

Sure enough, arriving at the Night Watchmen Base’s chief’s office, the graceful figure behind the desk immediately glanced over, seeming quite complex in emotions.

As for Xiao Ming, who quietly closed the door behind, he was nervously sweating all the way.

"It’s been a few days, Chief Yuan is as stellar as ever."

Yet, having eaten and drunk his fill, Professor Fu was in a good mood, casually exchanging pleasantries as he moved forward to sit.

"It’s too exaggerated, truly a meteor shower...how on earth did you do it?"

Only then did Yuan Shan speak, expressing her inner shock candidly.

"I merely pressed a button, it’s the Prison Angel Commander that was too cooperative."

Fu Qian, however, humbly waved his hand, indicating he dared not take credit.

"So the information you received, what exactly is it like?"

At the next moment, he was also quite curious about how the Night Watchman internally defined this matter.

"Right now, it’s just a detailed description of the process and emphasized the feathers left everywhere afterward."

Yuan Shan shook her head, finding it not hard to understand the "cooperation" remark, Fu Qian had already explained why the other party retreated the last time there was doubt.

Now it once again proved that judgment correct, the ability to repeat time indeed needs to be activated in advance and cannot be canceled.

And during this process, he himself would also be affected.

"And now the Academy denies it was caused by the mentors, hoping the Night Watchmen can fully assist in the investigation."

When mentioning the Academy, Yuan Shan’s gaze at Fu Qian seemed somewhat complex.

Additionally, it appeared that Yuan Fang and their report were quite cautious, not hastily making any judgments.

"The Prison Angel Commander should already be dead."

In contrast, Fu Qian readily admitted the next moment, showcasing his deep understanding of the situation.