Chapter 589: 589 Chapter 589: 589 He wanted to confirm his identity, yet he wasn’t overly concerned about whether he was the real deal.
As he carelessly closed the door behind him, Fu Qian reached the conclusion above.
The reason for this was clear to him; the actions he had just taken were far from sufficient to eliminate the suspicions of these few individuals, just insufficient to definitively prove there was an issue with himself.
In fact, this was exactly what Fu Qian had wanted.
Having realized the oddity of the situation, probing the attitudes of these individuals toward a suspicious “Camus” had become more important than perfectly disguising himself to participate in the action.
After all, to Fu Qian, the actions had been confirmed, and given Veheler’s level of trust in Camus, there was no longer much information worth obtaining.
So it was worth testing how credible the content of the action really was.
It turned out that even as suspicious as he was, after learning about the Divine Beings Hunting Plan, they still chose not to err on the side of killing the wrong person rather than letting a guilty one go, they actually let him leave.
They even helped him lift the curse, although the method was somewhat questionable.
The punch that smashed the little figurine was not because Fu Qian was naturally rebellious.
In his view, Ya Yu’s method could indeed completely lift the curse, but it was likely to achieve another effect as well, that was, to confirm whether or not he was truly Camus.
Given that the method and tools were all provided by the other party, if he had complied with all their requirements, Fu Qian believed their control over his situation would be quite exaggerated, and identifying his true identity should not be difficult.
Considering that he couldn’t then confirm their real attitude, Fu Qian chose to leave the curse partially in place, keeping them guessing as a price to pay.
It turned out that the plan was not as simple as Veheler had described.
At least the task assigned to him was not as important as it appeared.
With the final conclusion in mind, Fu Qian arrived at the roadside and directly flagged down a car.
The destination was undoubtedly the Phoenix Palace.
Now as a confident soon-to-be Demigod, of course he had to be as good as his word.
As for the fare, there was no doubt, the savings hidden in the clothes of classmate Fran, with the purple hair, had already been spent on the way here, exchanged for this impenetrable attire.
But just before he left, Fu Qian, alleging lost property, specifically sought out the bespectacled old gentleman who had slightly regained his senses, to apply for some operational funds.
Given that Veheler fell silent for a while before ultimately showing no sign of preventing it, and considering the old man clearly had substantial wealth, there was no need to worry that Fu Qian would be hitching an unauthorized ride.
Moreover, as it stands, his objectives seemed to line up quite well with those of the Native Council, so he felt entirely justified in accepting these activity funds.
The Phoenix Palace, having withstood many years of wear and tear, was indeed glorious, classic, and lofty.
Sometime later, standing before the destination, Fu Qian surveyed this ancient building and understood why it had been chosen as one of the three horn-blowing locations.
Unfortunately, the building with such symbolic significance had a very strict entrance inspection, and considering his current disguise with a mask and a semi-invisible tattoo, it was obvious he couldn’t get in.
But that was okay because the Demigod Veheler had mentioned another place as well.
Fu Qian turned to look to the side, where there stood another lavishly classic building.
The opera house mentioned by Veheler was indeed right next to the Phoenix Palace.
Tidying up his attire, Fu Qian took steps towards it.
Although he too was an artist, Fu Qian wasn’t particularly interested in opera.
He was a man of honesty.
And to Fu Qian, the only principle that needed to be upheld in art was honesty itself.
Dishonest admiration and dishonest disgust were both poisons to the birth of great works.
So, thirty seconds after buying his ticket and sitting down, Fu Qian’s attention drifted from the stage and fell upon two ladies instead.
There were three reasons for this shift.
First, one of them was a Transcendent.
Second, to his surprise, Fu Qian actually recognized this Transcendent.
Third, they were currently the focus of the Night Watchman’s attention.
The Swordswoman Veil and her rebellious sister, Riet.
Encountering these two here was quite unexpected.
With some understanding of the geography of this world, Fu Qian knew that Byeluk was separated from Dunis by an entire ocean.
Had they crossed the ocean just to watch a play? Were they such die-hard fans?
“This is the program that is performed every year before the Festival of Hubbub. It tells the love story between the God of Hubbub and the War God’s wife, which is also the origin of the festival.”
In his amazement, Fu Qian could hear the familiar voice of Veil already transmitting through his perception.
She was watching the play while explaining it to her sister in a very soft voice.
“Divine Beings having such ridiculous emotions? To me, it seems more likely that they would have sexual desires than love!”
Unfortunately, the rebellious young girl seemed to have little interest, and her tone was still defiant.
But the contents of her complaint did align quite well with Fu Qian’s own sentiments.
“Hehe! Actually, I kind of agree.”
Faced with her sister’s retort, Veil didn’t get angry. Instead, she laughed lightly and actually agreed with her sister’s opinion.
“But after so many years, it still endures. It must resonate with some people’s tastes.”
“Since we’re here, it’s not bad to understand a bit, right? Otherwise, it could be quite embarrassing to chat with someone during tomorrow’s revelry and not know anything.”
“You told me we could come here and shout as much as we wanted without anyone caring. That’s the only reason I came.”
Riet said somewhat sulkily.
“If people still come up to ask this and that, I definitely won’t bother with them.”
“Alright, alright, I know. So just think of it as accompanying me to watch!”
Veil continued to hug her sister and chuckle.
The fame of the Festival of Hubbub really was exceptionally high!
Hearing this, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
Presumably, Riet’s injuries had mostly healed, and Veil, worrying about her sister’s depressed mood, had brought her along to indulge a bit.
It was a thoughtful gesture.
However, this raised a question.
Was a mere Middle Tier Transcendent, who even had a burden in tow and presumably a mostly clean background, worth a Demigod’s scrutiny from the Night Watchman?
Indeed, Fu Qian was quite certain that in the third row on the edge of the theater, a Demigod was sitting there, paying close attention to the exchanges between the Veil Sisters.
Of course, whether this individual was the Chief of the Night Watchman, Chief Chelphus, as Marco had mentioned, was yet to be determined.
In fact, not just with Veil, this Demigod seemed to be keenly observing all the Transcendents entering and exiting the theater, while being completely dismissive of ordinary people.
For example, Fu Qian.
At this moment, his attire could definitely be described as bizarre, drawing many a second glance, yet the Demigod Brother couldn’t even be bothered to give him a cursory inspection.
Every time he thought about this, Fu Qian felt quite pleased with his mask and wanted to praise Dark Moon.