Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1284 - 1282: Loss of Image (26)

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1282: Loss of Image (26)

As the saying goes, sincerity can split even stone and metal.

Fu Qian’s meticulously prepared invitation finally received a response.

On this moonlit night, at the pinnacle of the villa, the target who appeared exuded a refined elegance in every gesture, like a mastermind behind the scenes.

The style was so classically elegant.

A considerably young face, a tall and upright figure, an ashen complexion, and deep eyes that flashed crimson when they glanced about— all of this bore over ninety percent resemblance to the style of the Gulad Family, an old acquaintance.

If that weren’t enough, at this moment, a pair of wide bat wings were flapping and folding behind this figure.

Although the most eye-catching thing was the blood-colored pattern formed by threads of designs on the wings, without the special effects, one could find that the styling was nearly identical as well.

An alien branch of the Bloodline Clan?

This was truly a delightful surprise, intriguing and thought-provoking.

Fu Qian was increasingly glad about tonight’s consultation event.

"What do you think of her condition?"

He pointed to the object in the other person’s hand, and the next moment, he continued to invite the second technician to speak.

...

It was evident that the other party was somewhat flattered by Fu Qian’s enthusiastic invitation.

The specific manifestation was a quick stop in response to the call, unwilling to let Fu Qian see his back.

At this moment, when questioned by the chief diagnosing doctor, he looked down solemnly, glanced at his hand, and threw down Jane.

Yes, the patient who crawled out earlier was now in a drowsy state in his grip.

If I had been a little slower, who knows, I might have had to chase her to some ancient castle nest.

Actually, this is not entirely unacceptable.

...

"You are, indeed, special."

After some thought, the other party finally spoke, and as expected, his tone was full of self-satisfaction.

His demeanor was obviously disrespectful, with a gaze carrying a condescending air.

"You can actually control the contamination to such an extent."

Hmm?

The latter comment was too pointed, and following the other’s gaze, Fu Qian looked down and finally understood the reason for the astonishing level of shock.

The one he was staring at was surprisingly the large mouth on Fu Qian’s chest.

Since the blood mist had not completely dissipated, Fu Qian didn’t hurry to retract the large mouth.

In fact, to convey an enthusiastic welcome, it was with this mouth that Fu Qian greeted the visitor as a fellow comrade.

"Flattery won’t work; tell me your findings over this period."

Understanding returned, and the next moment, Fu Qian wore a stern expression, leaving no room for evasion.

It wasn’t strange for the other to mistakenly think that his ability was the pollution the Sect aimed to eliminate.

The appearance was one thing; even this Bloodline Clan individual, almost universally considered an oddity, had remarkably noticeable blood-colored fine lines on his wings and body.

Just like on Jane’s body.

It seemed the previous feeling was right; indeed, Orintel was ignorant.

The phenomena appearing on Jane’s body clearly belonged to a special decree, possibly even related to the one in front of him.

That means, despite the bizarre appearance, the large bat in front of me could be considered a legitimate heir of the world’s power, indeed positioned to denounce others as the Evil Demon.

It had a kind of sacred beauty that terrorizes the Demon King.

...

"Yack, so you’ve always known of my existence?"

The reputation of the Bloodline Clan for elegance was deserved; even when reprimanded, he refused to lose his composure.

Before voicing his question, he promptly introduced himself.

"More than that, compared to Orintel, I have high hopes for you."

"You can call me Herbert."

Fu Qian shook his head, opting for the name of a certain First Apostle.

"Because you’ve clearly been involved with this case for a much longer time."

"Herbert..."

Yack repeated softly, but unfortunately showed no special reaction.

For this Elder Bloodline of another world, he seemed to have no concept, quickly shifting his focus elsewhere.

"So you’ve always been aware of my existence... or our existence?"

"Although hard to believe, even accepting this, it’s honestly hard for me to understand your actions now."

He elegantly raised an eyebrow, gesturing around.

"Wouldn’t it be better to honestly do what you’re supposed to do? What’s the point of chasing out here? Surely you aren’t aiming to kill me?"

"Madness is one thing, but this even contradicts your earlier statement. If you truly have high hopes for me, wouldn’t you rather I take her away and treat her properly?"

Apparently, in any world, the Bloodline Clan possesses quite a bit of wealth.

This tutor he hired was evidently good, showcasing trained logical abilities.

Fu Qian silently praised.

Of course, that’s still not enough.

"That’s simple enough; your poor performance forced me to lower my expectations."

The next moment, Fu Qian let out a cold laugh, giving no face, almost slamming the report in hand onto his face.

"How many times have you tried quietly? And what’s the result? The more you meddle, the worse and messier it gets, and you’re still skirting around!"

"Are you sure you can resolve the issue simply by bringing her back? Or are you planning to directly resolve her?"

"What kind of mess are you planning to leave behind next time? Foolish isn’t enough to describe your actions!"

"How is this any of your business...?"

Clearly, it’s hard for this inherently proud race to accept being negated.

Amidst the barrage, Yack’s expression was faintly breaking down.

"What do you think? As the chief diagnosing doctor, clean up your thoughts before you think of going anywhere today."

This final sentence was bellowed out by Fu Qian’s chest mouth.

...

"I admit, her state was due to me... but that’s also why I’m here!"

With a firm tone, standing on moral high ground, Yack finally seemed to learn to answer questions directly.

"If my only aim was to cover up the issue, there’s no need to wait till now."

"Continue."

From the clearing mist till now, Fu Qian finally gave a slight nod for the first time.

"As a Child of the Stars, I would never be so bored as to toy with or torment a mortal; in fact, the changes she underwent were meant as a gift."

"Get to the point."

Fu Qian reminded coolly.

The self-satisfaction was, indeed, a universal trait of the Bloodline Clan.

"I tasted a drop of Miss Winslow’s blood... As payback, I granted her beauty that transcends herself."

"Eyes?"

Fu Qian pondered.

"Yes, her eyes are undoubtedly her most beautiful feature, and my gift will make them appear even more perfect and dazzling."

"Bloodline Clan does not plunder, only exchange."

The tone with which Yack spoke this was, indeed, full of poise.

That was indeed dazzling, but is it possible your Bloodline Clan aesthetics are a bit too anime-like?

Fu Qian recalled Miss Winslow’s disproportionately large eyes.

"Understood, many might not refuse such a deal. The problem is whether you considered the issue of aesthetic isolation between species before sending out your reward?"

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