Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2477 Working in vain

"Very courageous."

After an even longer silence, Fu Qianlian echoed the praise he had received.

Clearly, the shock of the prisoners before her was still ongoing for Serana.

Although the overall course of events seemed to be in her favor.

What do you do when a tool is too useful? How many people actually have this problem?

However, since we're all navigating the world, we can never afford to be complacent.

"Are you sure you're in your current state and capable of sneaking back onto the ship?"

After offering a cold compliment, "Serana" did not forget to point out the suspicion that the person had been all talk and no action before making the payment, but lacked actual ability.

"There should be no more."

Fu Qian readily admitted it, and then touched his back as he spoke.

Although the wounds have healed, the marks of torture have still been left.

Such trauma is generally something that an intermediate-level player cannot ignore.

"So I need your help to do the same thing again when the ship gets closer, and get me on board."

But simply pointing out the difficulties isn't enough; there must be targeted solutions.

Before paying, he added another sentence, clearly indicating that he had already thought it through.

"And there's another advantage to this. I don't have the strength to sneak onto the ship myself right now, so it will be very difficult to sneak off without being discovered by Sorendil. That place will be a closed prison, so there's no need to worry too much that I'm just making up a story to escape."

Moreover, he also identified additional necessities.

"...If you weren't so pitifully weak, I would almost doubt your identity."

However, sometimes being too sharp-tongued doesn't seem to be a good thing. At that moment, the interrogator was not overjoyed. Instead, after staring at them for a while, his tone was tinged with hostility, as if he had been reminded of something unpleasant.

……

Indeed, I went too far in all those interactions, and it seems they've left a lasting negative impression.

At that moment, Fu Qian vaguely understood what kind of association the other party had evoked.

Being pitifully weak naturally provides a point of comparison.

It's obvious that everything is arranged, and it's always the other way around that you benefit from this experience. Lady Serana has experienced this more than once recently, and it happened to a certain bookstore owner.

Not to mention that this trip involved a significant amount of guidance from that person, so it's not surprising that people were more vigilant...

But that's the power of Jade Soul Master's secret technique; no matter what, this body is a genuine mid-level cultivator.

The undeniable facts are right here, and they don't match up at all with the bookstore owner.

As for whether it could be the latter disguise?

For someone as proud as Lady Serana, admitting inferior skills is one thing, but admitting that a despicable person could fake it to such an extent right in front of her is a huge blow to her confidence.

Such an overwhelming gap would likely be subconsciously rejected.

In short, what Lady Serana said next only further confirmed her identity as a vampire demigod.

"I can't refute that. Wei has lived too long..."

When faced with the sharp commentary, Fu Qian sighed and frankly admitted that his "capabilities were limited."

However, there was no blame placed on the "Death Ruler" behind it all. Fu Qian leaned more towards the idea that the original intention was good, but the slow progress of the Death Grim Reaper's followers was due to the interference of a certain treacherous person.

"So he's dead now? That feels a bit unbelievable for that kind of character."

Serana did not offer a clear opinion on the reasons he gave, but since the person in question had brought up the mysterious figure, she was not interested in learning more.

Is he dead or not? This question undoubtedly stirred up memories of yesterday, and the final image of the Angel of Death appeared in Fu Qian's mind.

"Probably not. Although we can no longer interfere, it feels more like it's dormant in the deepest part of people's hearts."

……

"Pack your things, I'll take you to the ship."

Regardless of appearances or actual circumstances, the person who made the payment was consistently honest, and the final result was powerful.

After a moment of contemplation, Serana didn't ask any more questions and gave the order directly.

The order undoubtedly indicated agreement to the cooperation plan.

"Thank you for your trust."

The gratitude expressed before payment was sincere, while the focus remained primarily on the wound, carefully treating any remaining issues and attempting to stabilize its condition as much as possible.

"You're welcome. I don't trust you that much, but you made a very good point: if you didn't do this, you would be even less valuable in other aspects."

Unfortunately, the other party didn't appreciate it and made it clear that they were blatantly using him... and he couldn't refute it.

From Her Excellency Serana's perspective, with the title of "Death Ruler" being "confirmed," the nature of the incident has long since transcended the actions of a few individuals causing trouble in the capital.

They may seem cunning and treacherous, but they're nothing more than a bunch of pathetic, low-class bastards.

One can vent one's anger at any time by capturing or killing, but the most urgent task is to find a way to make use of what is worthless and to find some related gains behind the reputation. The value of that would be far greater.

Only then can we have the opportunity to identify and prevent the potential dangers that Gulaad might face to the greatest extent possible.

"Understood, so if there's anything to be gained—"

"I'll come find you."

The next moment, Fu Qian's words were ruthlessly interrupted, with "Serana" stating that there was no need to agree on a meeting method at all.

Without saying another word, Fu Qian realized that he had lost sight of the situation once again.

……

Still as decisive and efficient as ever.

A moment later, the sea and sky stretched out in a vast expanse.

Fu Qian stood by the small window once again, in the exact same posture, looking at the exact same scene.

The only difference was that the harbor, which was gradually receding into the distance, felt more familiar than before, like a newly cultivated vegetable garden.

The thickest seed, just like when it abducted people, sent itself back to the ship.

It was truly dramatic, and theoretically it could be called the ultimate waste of time.

But exploring the extraordinary is not such a rigid matter. The meeting just now can be described as propelling the wheels of history forward.

I believe that Lady Serana will now examine the entire Moore with unprecedented caution.

As for myself, who is on field duty, I cannot slack off in the slightest. I need to fulfill my responsibilities, such as cultivating this brand-new vegetable garden.

As for how to cultivate it?
His Excellency Sørendiur's attention seems to be focused on some important matters.

They weren't very observant of their surroundings.

Having hitched a ride on the boat twice, he hadn't yet attracted any unusual attention.

When Serana brought her back, the ship had already returned once again, looking more like it was "looking for something".

And now, without even reaching the shore, they have once again sailed into the sea.

It seems the storm will never stop, and will never cease.

At one point, Fu Qian took a deep breath and began his glorious tyrant reign.