Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2818 The Islands' Fine Wines

If Mr. Henry happens to arrive at this time, we'll have to trouble him to wait a bit.

Considering that my whereabouts are relatively clear, even if Chief Yuan finds out, he probably won't be too nervous, right?
Before long, Fu Qian was already surveying the capital city beneath his feet in the darkness, muttering about a retired night watchman who hadn't arrived yet.

As agreed with Yuan Shan, I should stay in the capital as much as possible during this period and not move around.

But just now, Fu Qian still had the urge to revisit the old place and decided to visit some old friends before attending the banquet.

This was arguably the most unrestrained he'd been in many days; not only did he act entirely in his true form, but he didn't even pay for his plane ticket.

Using the card Yuan Shan gave him, he forcibly requisitioned the seat and successfully stopped a young man from going to the Ring Islands for his depraved behavior.

Yes, such a move would undoubtedly attract attention, but Fu Qian doesn't mind revealing his destination.

The headquarters of White Tower Company, the birthplace of the Rebirth Club, a lawless land of unbridled indulgence...

Even though it's been a while since I've been back, the ring battles, Eevee's dazzling lightning, and even the tailless Jenny in the bar are all still vivid in my memory.

It seems like I need to take a vacation.

……

It's still so white. Ibu didn't drastically change the archipelago.

After a calm and not-too-long flight, a figure quietly sunbathing appeared on one of the most bustling beaches on the outskirts of the Ring Islands.

Dressed casually, Fu Qian even brought a beach chair and lay there like he was on vacation, casually looking at the white tower in the distance through the gaps in his sunglasses.

It has to be said that the atmosphere is very important. Even though there was no scene of social disorder, the entire beach was undoubtedly filled with an amazing sense of relaxation.

Regardless of age or gender, they all seemed like carefree donkeys, having shed all the burdens of life, and were indifferent to urinating or defecating wherever they pleased.

Of course, this is just a metaphor; the beach is actually quite clean.

This is why I praised Ibrahimovic so highly earlier.

Even the once supreme White Tower Codex has lost its extraordinary divinity due to its own blasphemy.

The demigod who inherited the position of King of the White Tower still seems to ensure the strict enforcement of certain rules.

As a result, this place of debauchery still retains some of its former glory.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Even their service attitude was maintained well; in just the short time I lay down, this was the third person to ask a similar question.

"Okay."

Unlike the previous two casual refusal attempts, he agreed immediately before payment.

The reason is simple: although the two in front also have hot figures with prominent breasts and buttocks, they don't have a pair of wings on their backs.

Surprisingly, he ran into an acquaintance not long afterward; this person had once wished to become the King of the White Pagoda.

Fu Qian's gaze fell on the scantily clad "succubus," confirming that he had not mistaken her for someone else.

"Thank you."

Even though the other person still brought her a drink that looked like blood, her voice was soft and charming as she smiled sweetly.

Despite the changes, this succubus maid is still able to work here, which is probably inseparable from her outstanding performance.

No wonder everyone says that investing in yourself is the best investment.

"Sir... are you here to watch the game?"

Having long been accustomed to such gazes, the succubus maid did not avoid them at all, though her expression was slightly strange when they met eyes.

...Does she have such a good memory?
After taking a sip of the bright red drink, Fu Qian remarked that it still tasted familiar.

At the same time, he could understand the succubus maid's reaction to some extent.

Does this person seem to have recognized something?
Although he was using his original appearance and not much time had passed, his memory was still somewhat astonishing.

After all, so many people come and go, and you have to see countless faces every day.

Of course, Fu Qian had no intention of revealing his identity and exchanging pleasantries with the waitress; what interested him was her question.

"The King of the White Tower? Isn't this an annual event? It's started again now?"

It's been less than half a year since Bai Jinting died at his feet, and now there's another match so soon?

"Of course it hasn't started yet, there's still more than a week to go... that's why I'm surprised."

Fu Qian's reaction seemed to make the succubus maid secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and she deliberately blew that breath in his face before blinking and explaining.

"After the last incident, the new person in charge changed the system, from once a year to four times a year, so that everyone can maintain their enthusiasm more."

I see. I didn't realize Ibrahimovic had some management sense; he's not so old-fashioned after all.

It became clear immediately, and Fu Qian could quite understand such a change.

My impression is that Ibrahimovic actually dislikes some things, especially those related to the Rebirth Club.

Once the White Tower Company is taken over, even if these people who have already undergone reformation are not expelled from the islands, strict restrictions will certainly be imposed in this regard.

In this situation, if you want to maintain the popularity of the archipelago, vigorously promoting deathmatch is indeed a very natural choice.

The results even seem pretty good, with no significant decline in prosperity.

"I see. I didn't come here for that. I just wanted to take a short vacation, but I'll check it out if I have the chance."

Without asking what the specific accident was, Fu Qian smiled and said that it could be included in the itinerary.

"Going on vacation alone?"

The succubus maid gave an "oh," seemingly wanting to get to the bottom of things.

"A person may think about running into some old friends, but doesn't force it."

I don't mind paying upfront.

……

The chat went quite smoothly, so much so that the succubus waitress only took her leave to continue her work after she had paid for an extra drink.

After having drunk two glasses, Fu Qian relaxed even more in the lounge chair, further enhancing the vacation atmosphere.

Of course, what my old friend said is true.

The reason I went straight here from Beijing was because I remembered some things from the past, especially the tragic death of Bai Jinting at my feet.

According to the mission summary at the time, it was because a mysterious superior was attracted by his White Tower Law and cast his gaze upon him, thus granting him immortality.

The moment someone is killed, the entire archipelago immediately falls into a peculiar "dream," which repeats endlessly.

Yes, I tried it with the Clear Dream Ring myself immediately and confirmed that it was a power similar to that of a dream.

So when I realized that Annalis had a close relationship with the power of dreams, it was only natural to make that connection.

Of course, more importantly, when I was touring the archipelago in that state, the most striking change in the sky was the appearance of a huge blood moon...

Could it be Annalise and Tilanqi?