Chapter 597: Chapter 597 Noise (21)_1 Chapter 597: Chapter 597 Noise (21)_1 Honestly, Ariel’s probing is quite skilled, and his acting isn’t bad either.

Indeed, only those who can control their emotions are good actors!

It’s just a pity that I too am well-versed in the self-cultivation of actors.

Tucking “Mercy” away, Fu Qian snorted.

Language, being inherently inefficient at conveying information, may include various interference, even if not deliberately deceptive: emotions, cognitive limitations, misinformation from others, and so on.

In Fu Qian’s view, automatically analyzing and dissecting what he heard to filter valuable information and assess its credibility was a fundamental quality of a mission agent.

So even without knowing the full story behind Ariel, Fu Qian certainly wouldn’t have taken his performance at face value.

There was more than one reason that could have led to such behavior on Ariel’s part.

Not to mention that Fu Qian knew quite a bit about Ariel’s background, well aware that everything he did served a “purpose.”

As for someone like that, Fu Qian really couldn’t think of a reason why he would need to go undercover.

Even if he did take ten thousand steps back and stood with the Night Watchman against himself, he would surely take action directly, without wasting words.

This individual had no psychological needs of his own; it could be assumed that the purpose of any words he said was to make Fu Qian hear them.

He wanted to make Fu Qian believe he was facing a certain-death situation, to deceitfully reveal his true attitude towards the plan and confirm its threat level.

It’s a shame, though, that the phrase “a guilty conscience” has never been in my dictionary.

Therefore, Fu Qian chose to use that strategy against him.

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And, as it turned out, no matter what Ariel said, he clearly didn’t want to cause too much of a commotion.

Just this alone made Fu Qian fairly certain that he likely wanted the plan to proceed smoothly.

This was a good thing, it meant he needn’t think prematurely about how to kill a Divine Envoy.

After all, that was a particularly draining task, and actually doing so could potentially cause a huge stir.

“So, this Beastly Disease, is it something you and Ya Yu came up with or not?”

Fu Qian watched Ariel hopping back and forth, speaking in a tone that weighed the risks.

“First of all, I can assure you it wasn’t me.”

Ariel seemed to have anticipated his question, answering with a smile.

“But since the plan was originally organized by Ya Yu, whether it’s within his control or not, I am not certain.”

Was he implying there was no need to worry too much about the current situation getting out of hand, that everything was under control?

Fu Qian nodded, continuing to interpret the information he received.

“Actually, I don’t care what you are, whether Camus or the Sage has the upper hand, or if you’re preparing to fight to the death to become a Demigod. My only requirement is that the plan must not deviate.”

However, Ariel’s smile disappeared in the next moment, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“Just do your job, understand?”

This full-on Superior Being pressure, was it both a hint and a threat?

It was probably to make sure he just stayed in the Phoenix Palace crafting talismans, rather than hurry over to assist.

Did he really not want Fu Qian to cause trouble?

“That’s for the best. I will only do the part I’m able to, and I don’t need to know more.”

Fu Qian nodded, finally seeming to make up his mind.

“Very good.”

Seeing this, Ariel praised with satisfaction, then in the next moment, he sat back down in his chair, reverting to his original posture.

“I wish us success in our operation.”

This tone was clearly meant to dismiss him.

Witnessing this, Fu Qian too didn’t say another word and followed suit.

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If one day, the whole world turned into this kind of thing, I wonder what the scene would be like?

Fu Qian wandered casually within the ancient theological college, leisurely contemplating in his mind.

There was no doubt that the confrontation just now seemed simple and carefree, but it was actually fraught with crisis.

If at any point his response had been off, and Ariel thought the operation was too threatening, she would probably have instantly chosen to fight.

Unfortunately for her, under my extreme operation, not only did we avoid a battle that would have brought negative consequences, but we even got some very valuable information from elite monsters.

For a moment, Fu Qian felt very pleased with himself.

And when he left, he took the chance to pay attention to that bit-part Actor from earlier.

“… I can’t figure out the point of having us do this … Why not just have the police help block off the area, there wouldn’t be a problem with that in any official capacity … Honestly, these people’s brains must have holes in them, always coming up with this kind of nonsense!”

From the complaints coming from that side, it seemed the Night Watchman was back to normal, with no recollection of what had just transpired.

This wasn’t surprising, after all, Ariel had already done the same thing in Shangjing.

This guy in front of me isn’t even as good as Yuan Shan’s little secretary, Xiao Ming, when it comes to dealing with a Divine Envoy, he’s completely outmatched.

But speaking of this, I found it strange last time too, aren’t the types of powers Ariel displayed a bit messy?

From the last time a True God descended upon this person, if his path to ascension really corresponds to the Superior Divine Being known as the Sun from the legends, then shouldn’t his power be something like pure purification or at most, vaporization?

This kind of subconscious brainwashing and psychological suggestion, especially the misdirection towards me earlier, felt somewhat off.

The Divine Beings of this world seem to have some pretty big problems.

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It really is a turbulent undercurrent!

After leaving the Old Theological College, Fu Qian turned back to look at the great edifice and sighed.

Of course, the crowd was also turbulent.

It was already early morning, and the streets were still bustling with people coming and going, and occasionally people would break into loud song, full of the vibe before a festival arrives.

While it’s nice to be lively, it often also brings problems, such as an increase in dodgy characters around.

Just after Fu Qian came out, he realized he was being followed.

Two young people, not older than twenty, behaving sneakily, stalking from a distance.

What an era we live in!

In my plain old man disguise, with a face that shows social anxiety, I’ve attracted the attention of criminals?

Looking up and down, I don’t have anything of value on me–okay, the ring might be a bit eye-catching.

Touching his ring finger, Fu Qian continued to walk forward nonchalantly, admiring the night scenery of Sea City.

This looks like a good spot.

Soon after, Fu Qian stopped on a slightly longer arch bridge, admiring the meandering stream below, completely ignoring the two cautious onlookers who had stealthily approached from behind, watching him.

Starry night, the arch bridge, once upon a time, this scene was so familiar!

Recalling past heroics, Fu Qian, however, looked towards the other side of the bridge.

In the darkness, a familiar figure was walking up step by step.

“Camus Grelada.”

The approaching figure was already speaking as he walked, with a tone of pride in his voice.

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“All good?”

It was actually Brother Marco.

Fu Qian nodded casually as if nothing was going on, and at the same time noticed that the two spirited young men had already quietly withdrawn.

The wolf feigns sleep, not to rest, but to lure its prey.

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