Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 589 Hustle (Thirteen)
I want to confirm my identity, but I am not so worried about whether I am the real person.

When closing the door casually, Fu Qian came to the above conclusion.

The reason why he said this was because he was quite clear that what he had done just now was far from reaching the level of dispelling these people's doubts, but 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 wrong, the importance of testing these people's attitudes towards a suspicious "Camus" has overshadowed the perfect disguise to participate in the operation.

After all, for the former, the content of the action has been confirmed. In terms of Wehler's trust in Camus, there is not much information worth obtaining in the follow-up.

So you might as well test out how credible the content of this action is.

Facts have proved that even though they were so suspicious, after knowing the plan to hunt the gods, they still did not prefer to kill by mistake and never let them go. They actually let themselves go.

He even lifted the curse for himself, although the method was a bit suspicious.

It wasn't because Fu Qian was born rebellious that he punched the doll to pieces just now.

In his opinion, Crow Feather's method may indeed be able to completely remove the curse, but it may also achieve an effect at the same time, that is, to confirm whether he is Camus or not.

In the case where the methods and props are all provided by the other party, if you do exactly as required, then Fu Qian thinks that the other party's control over your situation will be quite exaggerated, and it should not be difficult to identify a real identity.

Considering that there would be no way to confirm their true attitude, Fuqian chose to let them continue to guess at the cost of the curse remaining.

……

As it turned out, the plan wasn't as simple as Wehler's descriptions were.

At least the tasks assigned to him are far less important than they seem.

With the final conclusion, Fu Qian came to the side of the road and directly reached out to stop a car.

The destination is undoubtedly the Phoenix Palace.

Now that I am a smug quasi-demigod, I naturally have to keep my promises.

As for the fare, there is no doubt that the savings hidden in the clothes of the purple-haired classmate Frank have been spent on the way here, and he changed into this airtight outfit.

But just before Fu Qian left, on the grounds of missing things, he found the old man with glasses who had recovered a little, and applied for some action funds.

In view of the fact that Weihele did not stop after a while of silence, and the old man obviously had a lot of money, so there was no need to worry about Fuqian taking the overlord car.

In addition, at present, it seems that the action goals of myself and the original council are somewhat consistent, so I feel quite at ease with the funds for this activity before paying.

……

The Phoenix Palace, which seems to have experienced many years of wind and rain, can indeed be called resplendent, elegant and majestic.

Soon after, standing in front of the destination, Fuqian looked at the ancient building and expressed his understanding of its selection as one of the three horn blowing points.

It's a pity that the entry inspection of this symbolic building is quite strict. Considering that I have a mask and a semi-invisible tattoo, it is obvious that I cannot enter.

But it doesn't matter, the demigod Vehele also mentioned another place.

Fu Qian turned around and looked to the side, where there was an equally gorgeous classical building.

The Opera House mentioned by Wehler is indeed next to the Phoenix Palace.

It's up to you.

Fu Qian tidied up his body and walked up.

……

Although he is also a practitioner of literature and art, Fu Qian is not very interested in opera.

He is an honest man.

In Fu Qian's view, there is only one principle that art needs to adhere to, and that is honesty.

Dishonest likes are as much poison to the birth of great works as dishonest dislikes.

So 30 seconds after buying the ticket and sitting down, Fu Qian's attention left the stage and turned to the two ladies.

There are three reasons for this shift.

First, one of them is a transcendent.

Second, Fu Qian actually knew this extraordinary person.

Third, they are now the targets of the night watchman's attention.

The female swordsman Val and her rebellious younger sister Lite.

It was a bit unexpected to meet these two here.

For the geography of this world, Fu Qian still has a concept.

Bel Luke is separated from Dunis, but there is an ocean across.

Traveling across the ocean to watch a play, are these two hardcore fans?

"This is a repertoire 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, and it is also the origin of the Hustle Festival."

Shocked, Weier's familiar voice already came from his perception.

It was this one who was watching and giving science to his sister in a very small voice.

"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 she is still rebellious from the tone of her voice.

However, the content of this complaint is quite in line with Fu Qian's intentions.

"Hee hee! Actually, I think so too."

Faced with his younger sister's robbing, Weier was not angry, and after a chuckle, he actually agreed with his younger sister.

"However, it has lasted for so many years, and it still shows that it meets the preferences of some people."

"It's all here, it's good to know a little bit, otherwise, if you don't know anything when you chat with someone at the carnival tomorrow, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"It was you who told me that you can yell and yell at will and nobody cares, so I came with you."

Lite said a little sullenly.

"At that time, if someone still asks questions, I will never answer."

"Okay, okay, I know, so just watch it with me!"

Wei Er continued to put his arms around his sister and laughed.

The popularity of this Noisy Festival is really not ordinary!

Hearing this, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.

It must be that Lite's injury is almost healed, and Weier is worried that Lite is depressed, so she specially brought her here to indulge.

It is also considered well-intentioned.

But if this is the case, there will be problems.

A Transcendent who is no more than an intermediate level, and even carries an oil bottle, his past experience should be quite clean, worthy of a demigod from the Night Watchman to watch?

That's right, Fu Qian was very sure that there was a seat on the side of the third row of the theater, where a demigod was sitting, and he was very concerned about the communication between the Weir sisters.

Of course, as for whether this is the Chief Chelvers of the Night Watchman that Marco said, it is hard to say for the time being.

In fact, it's not just Val, who obviously pays attention to the extraordinary people who enter and leave the theater, and at the same time completely dismisses ordinary people.

For example, before paying.

At this moment, his appearance is definitely called a strange outfit, and his rate of turning heads is overwhelming, but the demigod brother doesn't even bother to give him a frame of scrutiny.

Every time I think of this, Fu Qian is quite satisfied with his mask, and really wants to come to praise Dark Moon.

(End of this chapter)