Eldritch Horror Theatre

Oh... that didn't take too long.

The car didn't look like much, but it was undoubtedly in good condition.

Fu Qian listened to the purr of the engine, his pace completely unaffected by the sudden progress.

A moment ago, he had been wondering how to address the Old Man. Now, not only was that problem solved, but the final Containment Conditions had been handed straight to him.

These Containment Conditions even somewhat matched the name of the Containment Object.

Wish of Oblivion, Dying Wish List... although it wasn't a perfect parallel.

Besides, making up for life's regrets on one's deathbed was simply human nature, fitting the Old Man's demeanor and mental state perfectly.

He just didn't understand why the Old Man had insisted on dressing his driver in an outfit like this too.

Given his role in this incident, Fu Qian suspected the suit he was wearing had been tailored just recently.

They shared a style, but the latter showed clear signs of wear. The simplest explanation was that he had been required to dress this way to match.

There was also the gun he carried. Suddenly, such an overly flashy weapon looked rather coordinated with the Old Man's attire.

And it made far more sense for a Mid-Tier Transcendent to collect such a lethal weapon than an ordinary person.

He might as well see what exactly was on the Old Man's Dying Wish List next.

Of course, there was a small issue: he knew the Old Man's name now, but what was his own?

"You're driving much better than before... Anke."

Since Fu Qian hadn't raised any objections to the route, Kadon's voice continued from the backseat.

...

Why isn't this strange at all?

Faced with the Old Man's thorough cooperation, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

Anke... the Warehouse is getting worse and worse with this asset reuse.

He had already felt a vague premonition upon discovering his altered facial features earlier. Sure enough, it was the same deal with his name.

Although it didn't use his real name, it still copied a readymade one.

"Thank you. Maybe I'm just better at driving at night."

Complaints aside, Fu Qian didn't forget to thank Kadon for the recognition.

"Oh... you should have emphasized this talent during the interview, and used it to demand a higher salary."

Even though Fu Qian was just telling the truth, it still caused Kadon to pause for a moment.

His eyes were still murky yellow, but they seemed to widen slightly as he peered over in the dark. The Old Man's assessment held a touch of newfound respect.

So he really was employed? Things were getting more and more fascinating.

This man looked quite wealthy, giving off the vibe of a powerful socialite. Yet he actually had to specifically hire someone to accompany him to complete his Dying Wish List?

Although the praise wasn't particularly effusive, it confirmed several more things for Fu Qian in that moment.

Not only was he a temporary hire, but he had also gone through an interview process.

Honestly, with the previous task showing that precious jade is ahead, the word "interview" always sounded a bit ominous.

"Thanks for the reminder. Noted."

Even so, Fu Qian appreciated the Old Man imparting life advice at the expense of his own interests, immediately indicating that he had learned something new.

It seemed that just speaking those few words took a toll. After a brief silence, Kadon closed his eyes and began to rest.

He didn't make another sound until Fu Qian finally slowed the car down.

...

Under the starry sky, a single car traveled in silence.

"Keep driving. Cross the bridge ahead."

As Fu Qian smoothly turned the car onto a smaller road, the instructions from the backseat finally resumed.

Through the rearview mirror, he could see that the Old Man still had his eyes closed in rest, looking completely confident in his grasp of the route.

Even though there had already been a mishap earlier.

On his way back, Fu Qian had indeed spotted a courtyard resembling a motel, not too far from where the car had broken down.

The Old Man's estimation of distance was impressively accurate; heading there for lodging and supplies would have been a sensible choice.

Unfortunately, man proposes, but God disposes. The entire place had clearly been abandoned for a long time. While it wasn't exactly crumbling, the white exterior walls were already covered in mold.

The flavor of a glorious homecoming was only growing stronger. The Old Man might have been familiar with these places once upon a time, but his knowledge clearly hadn't been updated since a certain point.

"You can stop here."

Of course, the earlier setback didn't dent his current confidence.

It wasn't until they actually crossed a Stone Bridge that Kadon opened his eyes amid the sound of rushing water, examined the area ahead, and finally pointed to a spot for Fu Qian to stop.

Before them lay an even smaller residential area with no more than a few dozen households. The spot Kadon pointed to was right in front of a building with an orange-red roof.

"Are you coming along?"

As the car rolled to a halt, the Old Man seemed to perk up considerably. He straightened his clothes and immediately opened his door to step out.

While gazing at the lights ahead, Kadon didn't forget his manners, making a point to politely invite his driver.

"Sure."

The driver didn't stand on ceremony; instead, he responded instantly and got out of the car.

Helping someone fulfill their Dying Wish List sounded like simple hospice care.

However, based on his rich experience with missions, Fu Qian felt the chances of completing this by just coasting along were quite low.

Besides, such gracious hospitality was hard to refuse; Kadon had just been enthusiastically sharing his life wisdom, after all.

...

Seeing his driver get out and deliberately straighten his clothes just as he had, Kadon remained silent but seemed deeply touched.

As for what exactly had touched him, it was hard to say. After taking a long, deep look at Fu Qian, he didn't add anything else. The next moment, he was walking ahead and knocking directly on the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

The truth of "clothes make the man" was demonstrated right then. The person who quickly came to open the door was clearly startled, but facing the sharply dressed Old Man, she cautiously asked her question.

"Lucy?"

With his gaze falling on the woman's face, the Old Man actually called out a name.

It was a woman with light brown curly hair. She was getting on in years, though obviously much younger than the Old Man.

"Kadon? How did you..."

At his call, her brows quickly furrowed. After looking him up and down, she suddenly covered her mouth in shock.

Tsk, tsk... The way these two acted as if there was no one else around made it far too easy for the imagination to run wild.

As a spectator, Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh inwardly while peering through the open door at a long table filled with food and drink.

"Yes... I remember you once invited me to see your cat?"

However, the duo's obliviousness to their surroundings continued. After nodding to confirm his identity, the Old Man gave an extremely lame excuse.

"...But that cat died decades ago."

"That doesn't matter."

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