Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2279 Sun
"Isn't it pretty good?"

The knight was interested in his handicrafts, and the witch boasted about them without any modesty.

"Unfortunately, it is essentially a part of me and cannot penetrate the barrier."

They even expressed some regret that they couldn't hand it over to the knight to take back.

"It's ok."

Sitting there, Fu Qian shook his head, indicating to the Pope that he need not be saddened.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.

A lump of flesh and blood flowed out smoothly from the tear in the armor.

"I can keep this one."

It wasn't some hidden injury that flared up; it was just that the armor had been removed.

Now that this matter is settled, it's reasonable to enter a non-combat state, right?

Of course, Fu Qian, who quickly transformed into human form, did not forget social morality and simultaneously created a set of leg armor.

"This should be easier than that handprint?"

Not only was it riddled with wounds, but the armor was also covered in blood. Considering its freshness, it should be more useful than that painting for locating the Extreme Hunger Infection later.

"That's really good. I'll do my best to keep it active."

Fu Qian's actions were undoubtedly beyond the witch's expectations, but after a moment of lingering gaze, she quickly expressed her appreciation.

Before the Templars returned home, they specifically left their armor here to guard the Darkmoon Sanctuary, making it look even more respectable.

"Thank you. Is it possible to save these items for me as well?"

With a whoosh, Fu Qian quickly threw out a few more items.

He went back specifically to be fully armed for this operation in the corridor, and this was probably the moment he was carrying the most gear.

……

"you sure?"

The knight was completely unreserved when it came to asking for favors, and the witch was equally unconcerned.

Looking at the items on display, three out of the four were unfamiliar to the knight, indicating that he had clearly made some progress recently.

The pale dragon statue, the slender and holy curved blade, the concentric talisman resembling blue eyes... the only familiar feature is perhaps that heavy headgear.

"Recent discoveries have made me feel that the place where they are placed may not be secure enough."

He nodded very firmly before paying.

Even though the equipment wasn't put to much use, we still had to find some meaning in it.

The connection between the warehouse and this world is clearly a special case, and it will likely be difficult to reproduce it in the future.

Why not take this opportunity to leave a few things with the witch for safekeeping?

As for the reason, what I just said was not nonsense.

The Radiant Rainbow, the First Darkmoon... the warehouse is increasingly proving its sieve-like nature.

So much so that, besides the two I've discovered, it's hard not to worry whether there are other higher-ups making underhanded moves.

Having all your belongings stored in a warehouse seems to pose a rather high risk.

As has been demonstrated before, while it is not easy for the witch to descend herself, it is not difficult for her to hand over something.

Put a few things here that you don't need for the time being, and the witch can just throw them over when you need them. In special circumstances, it might be more flexible than storing them in a warehouse.

"no problem."

I gave away one item and then received four more. This deal was clearly a good one.

Even though his own item was extraordinary, these other items each possessed unique and magical properties.

After a brief examination, the witch did not refuse and accepted them all at once.

"The other shore will soon be buried again."

And then, a friendly reminder is given.

"clear."

He gestured before taking off the "messenger" document. ...

The warehouse here is quiet.

It's reassuring that Hearthstone is still usable despite the pollution from "The Other Shore".

In the next instant, Fu Qian was already sitting in his familiar seat.

Since today's tasks had already been completed, the warehouse was now quiet.

Compared to usual, there were far fewer items on the long table in front of them, making the whole scene even more desolate.

Of course, none of this affected Fu Qian's mood in the slightest. He simply made himself a new set of clothes while quietly waiting for the bloodstains on the messenger's mask to spread.

Until the area occupied by the latter reached a certain limit in my memory, I put it on my face again.

……

such a pity.

The sun shines brightly, and the days are peaceful.

When they reappeared, it was in yet another familiar place.

The space in front of me is undoubtedly a bit cramped, but the soft mattress beneath me and the few rays of sunlight streaming through the window make me appreciate the beauty of life.

That's right, we've returned to the original location of the Messenger Mask, the center of Professor Fu's business empire, on the second floor of the Shangjing Bookstore.

It wasn't late outside, but the sounds already had a lazy feel to them, and the eeriness was gone—mainly because it was no longer perceptible.

That's right, that's why I said it was a pity.

By the time he put on the mask, his brief release on the other side had ended, so he didn't have a chance to verify whether any old friends were welcoming him back.

But if we don't wait that long, the bloodstains on the mask won't heal properly, and we won't be able to return to the starting point.

So in the end, all they could do was experience it in the warehouse, and the result was that they didn't find any "sight".

Outside of working hours, the warehouse, as the employer, seems to be taking a full rest, which is quite thoughtful.

Even the mark on my wrist that represents the end of the workday still can't be activated.

Just as the witch said, it was still a temporary measure, essentially relying on the other party's perception—fortunately, there were clothes to change into here.

He got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, and found a set of clothes that Miss Wen had helped him prepare.

……

"welcome."

Half an hour later, Shangjing, a famous cultural city, gained another point in its cultural index.

The bookstore in the alley reopened in the afternoon, and even the staff's attire looked much more pleasing to the eye.

However, the attitude remained terrible, and the polite welcome was only given for the first time an hour after the door opened.

Even the person being served so enthusiastically was a striking lady; anyone who saw this scene would think they were judging a book by its cover—except for the person in question.

"I thought you were going to disappear for a while."

With a furrowed brow, Chief Executive Yuan Shanyuan, who had rushed over, was clearly surprised to see Fu Qian today.

"Please take a seat."

When she greeted them, Fu Qian went even further, kicking all the customers out.

"Has it been relatively quiet around here lately?"

He was very familiar with the place, and by the time Fu Qian returned after closing the door, Yuan Shan was already sitting in his seat.

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind much and casually checked the current situation.

"It's relatively quiet—the sun."

Yuan Shan nodded, her gaze fixed on his face, and suddenly uttered a word.

"Oh?"

“The Eckerhard you asked me to find seems to have existed before the Long Night, and is an apostle of the sun.”

The story of the corridor has now come to an end. Please allow Revolver to take a day off and will resume normal updates the day after tomorrow. ^▽^
I've been reflecting on this for the past couple of days, and I think it might have been more appropriate to use this place as the ending of the previous volume. I apologize for the poor arrangement of the earlier parts, which affected everyone's reading experience.