Chapter 589 Noisy (13)
I want to confirm my identity, but I am not so worried about whether I am the same person.
When he closed the door, Fu Qian came to the above conclusion.
The reason why he said this was because he was very clear that what he had just done was far from being able to dispel these people's doubts. He just couldn't make it clear that he had a problem.
In fact, this is exactly what Fu Qian wanted.
After realizing that something was fishy, the importance of testing these people's attitude towards a suspicious "Camus" has overshadowed the perfect disguise to participate in the operation.
After all, the content of the operation has been confirmed, and based on Wehler's level of trust in Camus, there is not much information worth obtaining in the future.
So we might as well test how credible the content of this action is.
Facts have proved that even though they were so suspicious, after learning about the plan to hunt the gods, they were still not willing to kill by mistake and would never let him go. They actually let him go.
He even helped himself get rid of the curse, albeit in a somewhat suspicious way.
The fact that he smashed the little doll with one punch just now was not because Fu Qian was born rebellious.
In his opinion, Crow Feather's method may indeed be able to completely lift the curse, but it may also achieve another effect at the same time, which is to confirm whether he is Camus or not.
When all the methods and props are provided by the other party, if you follow the requirements completely, then the other party's control over your situation will be quite exaggerated, and it should not be difficult to identify the true identity.
Considering that there was no way to confirm their true attitude, I chose to allow them to continue guessing at the expense of the curse remaining.
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As it turned out, the plan was not as simple as Wihler had described it.
At least the tasks assigned to you are far less important than they seem.
With the final conclusion in mind, Fu Qian came to the roadside and directly reached out to stop the car.
The destination is undoubtedly the Phoenix Palace.
Now that he is a smug and ambitious quasi-demigod, he naturally has to stick to his word.
As for the fare, there is no doubt that all the savings hidden in purple-haired Frank's clothes were spent on the way here, and he changed into this airtight outfit.
But before Fu Qian left just now, he found the old man with glasses who had recovered a little and applied for some travel funds on the grounds that he had lost something.
Since Wihler remained silent for a while, he finally did not express any objection, and the old man obviously has a lot of money, so there is no need to worry about Fu Qian taking the Overlord car.
In addition, it seems that the goals of action between myself and the Native Council are quite consistent at present, so I feel quite comfortable with the activity funds before paying them.
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The Phoenix Palace, which seems to have gone through many years of ups and downs, is indeed magnificent, elegant and majestic.
Soon after, Fu Qian, who was standing in front of his destination, looked at this ancient building and expressed his understanding that it was chosen as one of the three trumpet blowing points.
Unfortunately, the entrance inspection of this symbolic building is very strict. Considering that I currently have a mask and semi-invisible tattoos, it is obvious that I cannot enter.
But it doesn't matter, the demigod Vehel also mentioned another place.
Fu Qian turned around and looked to one side, where there was an equally gorgeous classical building.
The opera house mentioned by Wehler is indeed right next to the Phoenix Palace.
It's up to you.
Before paying, he tidied himself up and walked up.
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Although he is also a practitioner of literature and art, Fu Qian is not very interested in opera.
He is an honest man.
From Fu Qian's point of view, the only principle that art needs to adhere to is honesty.
Dishonest liking and dishonest disgust are as poisonous to the birth of great works.
So thirty seconds after buying the ticket and sitting down, my attention left the stage and turned to the two ladies before paying.
There are three reasons for this change.
First, one of them is an extraordinary person.
Secondly, I actually knew this extraordinary person before Fu Qian.
Third, they are now the target of the night watchers' attention.
The female swordsman Veel and her rebellious sister Lit.
It was a bit unexpected to meet these two people here.
Before paying, I still have some idea of the geography of the world.
Bayerluk is separated from Nice by an ocean.
Traveling across the ocean to watch a show, are these two such hardcore fans?
"This is a piece that must be performed before the Hustle Festival every year. It tells the love story between the God of Hustle and the wife of the God of War. It is also the origin of the Hustle Festival."
In shock, Weier's familiar voice could already be heard in his mind.
But it was this person who was explaining science to his sister in a very low voice while watching.
"Do gods also have such ridiculous emotions? In my opinion, they are more likely to have sexual desire than love!"
It's a pity that the rebellious girl obviously lacks interest and is still rebellious from the tone of voice.
However, the content of this complaint was quite in line with Fu Qian’s wishes.
"Hehe! Actually, I think so too."
Faced with her sister's preemption, Weier was not angry. After lightly laughing, she actually agreed with her sister's opinion.
"However, it has remained popular for so many years, which shows that it meets the preferences of some people."
"You're here, it's good to get to know him a little bit. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing if you don't know anything when you talk to someone during the carnival tomorrow?"
"It was you who told me that I could yell as much as I wanted and no one would care about me, so I came with you."
Litte said somewhat dullly.
"If there are still people asking questions at that time, I will never pay attention to them."
"Okay, okay, I know, so just watch it with me!"
Weir continued to hug her sister and giggled.
The popularity of this Hustle Festival is really not that high!
Hearing this, I sighed in admiration.
It must be that Li Te's injury is almost healed, and Weir was worried that she would be depressed, so she brought her here to indulge herself.
It’s also considered well-intentioned.
But then a problem arises.
A mid-level transcendent who even carries a slut, and whose past experience should be quite clean, is it worth sending a demigod to keep an eye on him?
That's right, Fu Qian made sure to check the seat next to the third row of the theater. A demigod was sitting there, paying great attention to the exchange between the Weil sisters.
Of course, it’s hard to say for the time being whether this is the Chief Nightkeeper Chelfers that Marco calls him.
In fact, not only Weil, this person is obviously concerned about the extraordinary beings who come in and out of the theater, and at the same time, he is completely dismissive of ordinary people.
For example, prepayment.
At this moment, his appearance is definitely a fancy dress, and it turns heads like crazy, but the demigod brother doesn't even bother to give it a single frame of inspection.
Every time he thought about this, Fu Qian was quite satisfied with his mask and wanted to praise Dark Moon.
This chapter has been completed!