Is this what releases the divine blood curse?
He looked at the loot in his hand and said silently before paying it.
The reason for this judgment is that on the one hand, this thing is obviously of a high level, and on the other hand, the chaotic oil paint on it makes it feel uncomfortable even when looking at it.
"That's good, that's good. Since Mr. Lu is giving you a ride, I should bear your karma."
He clasped his hands together, put away the charm with satisfaction before paying, and took out another banknote and placed it on the table as afternoon tea money for the two of them.
After all this was done, before the night watchman arrived, Fu Qian put on his mask, put on his hood, and pushed out the door.
The transformation into Marco's appearance just now was certainly not out of any bad taste.
At present, it seems that the task faced this time is quite extreme.
As we all know, to pursue the ultimate, every detail needs to be perfect.
Since it is impossible not to conflict with Camus, what needs to be considered is how to minimize the opponent's defense, kill with one hit, and even retain the loot as much as possible.
There is no doubt that Marco's face is quite suitable for the job.
…
Humph, I have never seen the world!
Is it weird for a retired man to go shopping while carrying a cage?
After leaving the cafe and walking forward, Fu Qian quickly received the scrutiny of many passers-by.
There are even some extraordinary ones among them.
The main mask is okay, but the headband he is holding is a bit exaggerated in shape.
Fu Qian didn't care about it at all. After some contempt, he walked forward casually.
In the end, it turns out that with the carnival approaching, a group of people's tolerance for stupid costumes has increased significantly.
The mask given by the Pope concealed his unique temperament.
With the combined efforts of both parties, he was not hindered by anything in the end.
And not long after, Fu Qian had arrived near his next destination.
Looking at the old seminary not far away, Fu Qian's right hand began to change rapidly, and soon turned into a long beak full of fangs.
What you have in front of you now is - a mysterious organization from the archipelago, a pioneer in exploring human evolution, the mastermind behind many incidents, the mysterious partner of the Night Bearer, and the Demigod Lu, the Light of the Rebirth Club.
Appearing again in the distant city of Tunis, no one knows what his purpose is.
After covering it up a little with his relatively wide sleeves, Fu Qian held his hood in his left hand, looking like a ghost, and sneaked towards the old seminary.
Ariel was not in the room this time.
This is very reasonable. Without the mission keyword to trigger it, this person will definitely not run here without any trouble and increase the risk of exposure.
After sitting down and carefully admiring the drawing for a long time, Fu Qian finally waited for a conscientious night steward.
No wonder this grumbler was on duty from the afternoon until late at night. The schedule of this shift was indeed inhumane.
Looking at the familiar face of Brother Fengyi, Fu Qian shook his head and let out a heartfelt sigh.
He didn't believe that such a coincidence could happen.
Among the psychological hints received by this person, there is a high probability that he will come over and do a patrol to see if there is anything abnormal.
At this moment, Brother Fengyi glanced around the room with his sharp eyes, and then quickly focused his gaze, seeming to notice something unusual.
However, when he looked carefully, he found that apart from a few drawings spread out in the corner, there was no vaguely strange figure.
With a slight frown on his brow, this man vaguely felt that something was wrong and wanted to step forward to check. However, he gave up the idea at the next moment and turned around and walked out the way he came.
This should be fine.
In the corner, Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction, and the stars on his fingers converged.
The reason why Brother Fengyi turned a blind eye to him just now is very simple. The moment he entered the door, the clear dream had already begun.
As the master of the dream, I only let him take a look, then disappeared, and gave him the rules for ending the dream - leave this room.
Everything went smoothly, and the man quickly gave up his exploration without attracting any colleagues.
But Fu Qian believes that it won't be long before classmate Ariel, who is controlling the situation behind the scenes, will hear that a strange-looking figure has broken into the club of lycanthropy patients.
Coupled with the fact that there is no news about the senior cannon fodder Camus who was supposed to appear, their next reaction is undoubtedly very exciting.
…
When I came out of the old seminary, Fu Qian's hands had returned to their original shape, and his whole body instantly entered vacation mode.
Wandering along, he not only picked up a cane, but also bought an exquisite black top hat.
Finally, he appeared in front of the Opera House next to the Phoenix Palace in the shape of a cane and an iron cage.
From the experience of the last failure, I know that my best chance to take action is before Hamadus is summoned by the noise and before Ariel distorts his cognition.
But that means that if it develops normally, he needs to take action faster than Cassandra.
Then he slaughtered the god with his bare hands in front of Crowfeather, Vihel, and Ariel.
The scene is truly extremely dangerous and needs to be dealt with in advance.
Considering the division of labor, Ariel will definitely not leave the dock, but the same cannot be said for Wihel and Crowfeather.
After all, there are three horn points, Camus is obviously missing now, and there is also a rebirth club with unknown intentions eyeing them, so it is only natural to adjust the manpower allocation.
Even if they don't want to, Fu Qian believes that Ariel, who has accomplished everything for the goal, will definitely take the pressure off.
And any little change can increase the probability of success just a little bit.
…
Today's time is much earlier than last time, and the performance hasn't even started yet.
Not long after Fu Qian sat down, two familiar scents came from behind side by side and sat down not far away.
Fu Qian had the good sense not to disturb the two sisters, Weir and Lit, and patiently listened to the fairy tale again.
When Lite finally stood up and told her sister to go to the bathroom, Fuzen quietly followed her.
"Hello, Lit."
When Weier's rebellious sister came out of the bathroom, Fu Qian greeted her.
"Who are you……"
Li Te, who was still a little distracted, was obviously shocked. She didn't expect that someone here actually recognized her.
Especially the exaggerated appearance in front of the payment made her very wary for a while.
"My last name was Lu."
Fu Qian recited a classic line and glanced at his right hand intentionally or unintentionally.
"Who are you--"
Just like last time, Li Te's memory was instantly awakened, and she realized who this somewhat familiar voice was.
And almost instantly, the man subconsciously took a step back and looked into the theater.
"Don't worry, I have absolutely no ill intentions, and I'm not inviting you to rejoin the club."
Before paying, he chuckled and signaled the other party not to be nervous.
"In fact, I brought a kind reminder, and...a gift."
This chapter has been completed!