Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

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 knew very well 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 Wihler's trust in Camus, there is not much information worth obtaining in the future.

So you 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 him 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.

Just punching the little doll to pieces 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, he chose to allow them to continue guessing at the expense of the curse.

…

It turned out that 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, 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 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 Weihele remained silent for a while, he finally did not stop him, and the old man was obviously very wealthy, so there was no need to worry about Fu Qian taking the Overlord car.

In addition, at present, it seems that the action goals of myself and the Native Council are quite consistent, so I feel quite comfortable with the activity funds before paying them.

…

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 the ancient building and expressed his understanding of its selection as one of the three trumpet blowing points.

Unfortunately, the entrance inspection of this symbolic building is very strict. Considering that he currently has a mask and semi-invisible tattoos, it is obvious that he cannot enter.

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

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

The opera house mentioned by Wihler is indeed right next to the Phoenix Palace.

It's up to you.

Fu Qian tidied himself up and stepped forward.

…

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 opinion, 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, before paying, his attention left the stage and fell on the two ladies.

There are three reasons for this shift.

First, one of them is a transcendent being.

Secondly, I actually knew this extraordinary person Fu Qian.

Third, they are now the target of the Nightkeeper's attention.

The female swordsman Veel and her rebellious sister Lit.

It was a bit unexpected to meet these two people here.

I still have some idea of ​​the geography of this world.

Bayerluk is far away from Nice, but it's separated 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, Wei Er's familiar voice could be heard in his perception.

But it was this person who was explaining science to his sister in a very small 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 a chuckle, she actually agreed with her sister.

"However, it has remained popular for so many years, which means it still 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, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.

It must have been that Li Te's injury was almost healed, and Weir was worried that she would be depressed, so she brought her here for some indulgence.

It’s also considered well-intentioned.

But in this case, a problem arises.

A mid-level transcendent who even carries a bottle of oil. His past experience should be quite clean. Is it worth sending a demigod to keep an eye on him?

Yes, Fu Qian confirmed that there was a demigod sitting there in the third row of the theater, 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 Cervers as Marco calls him.

In fact, it's not just Weir, who is obviously concerned about the extraordinary beings who come in and out of the theater, and at the same time is completely dismissive of ordinary people.

For example, before payment.

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 him 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.