Eldritch Horror Theatre

Considering the special nature of this trip, Fu Qian had already taken out the Witch-Bestowed Mask to carry with him.

Now, given the greatly increased probability of a demigod or worse knocking on their door, it was undeniably the perfect tool for the occasion.

But there was a catch: he had already shown his face while wearing it several times, and its overly exquisite design made it distinctively recognizable.

Turning a disguise into a calling card was hardly ideal.

Fortunately, Fu Qian already had experience dealing with this. If it was too recognizable, wouldn't throwing another layer over it solve the issue?

He could even swap it out whenever he pleased, depending on his mood.

That just left his current state a bit layered: his real face as Fu Qian wearing the Emissary Mask to become Fang Xun, which was molded into the appearance of Dancy Crawford, topped with the Witch's Bestowed Mask, and finally covered by the newly bought White Mask on the very outside.

One, two, three, four, five.

On a purely physical level, he was operating on the fifth layer.

As for his earlier claims about aura and temperament, Su Gao obviously knew Fu Qian was talking nonsense.

However, the mask he had picked out did look quite nice.

She stayed quiet for a moment while Fu Qian actually pulled out some money and bought that peculiarly designed yet commonly seen mask.

Afterward, just as when they had first arrived in Narrow Path, Fu Qian maintained a leisurely attitude, leading the stroll back to their residence.

Given that the pastries Mrs. Delin provided were quite filling, neither of them had much of an appetite. They merely bought a few skewers of sweet rice balls along the way for a taste.

"Do you want to go rest for a bit? We might have guests coming over later."

It was nearly noon by the time they returned to their residence. Fu Qian asked this while looking at Su Gao, pulling out yet another mask.

She hadn't slept a wink last night.

"Alright."

Su Gao examined the clearly much more exquisite mask and didn't ask any questions, readily accepting good advice.

She was already mentally prepared for their current situation.

This was no real vacation. Their current circumstances could perhaps be described as benefiting from all sides, but to put it another way, they were surrounded by danger.

After their conflict with Takahashi Yae yesterday, Anjing Company wasn't just going to sit back and do nothing.

"Considering our guests might be of a rather high caliber, I'm making some minor preparations."

Fu Qian hadn't planned on hiding this from Su Gao anyway. He waved the Witch's Bestowed Mask and slapped it directly onto his face.

"Truly miraculous!"

For a moment, even Classmate Su Gao couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"I can't sense any transcendent aura at all."

Of course she couldn't. Of the five layers of skin on his face, two of them alone had aura-concealing effects.

Fu Qian casually adjusted the mask, then strapped on the newly bought White Mask over it and offered a reminder.

"Just act normal later. Even if we're exposed, there's no need to rush into a fight."

"Understood. I'll go rest first, then."

Su Gao naturally knew how formidable Fu Qian's trick was.

With the help of that miraculous mask, he had perfectly adopted the original Dancy's persona. Even if a demigod came knocking, he wouldn't be exposed too quickly.

And a demigod lurking on the sidelines would undoubtedly be much more efficient if a fight broke out.

...

Facts proved that worldly affairs are hard to predict.

Not long after Su Gao went upstairs to rest, Fu Qian welcomed his anticipated visitor.

However, the visitor wasn't some imagined mysterious expert, but an acquaintance.

"Mister Dancy, apologies for the intrusion again."

Sakura Asao, whom he hadn't seen for a day, wore a sweet smile. She had changed into a beige dress that made her look both professional and sexy.

As expected of a Public Relations Team member, her image maintenance was quite on point.

Yet, the moment she saw Fu Qian, her expression couldn't help but stiffen.

It couldn't be helped; after all, not everyone wore a mask at home.

"It's fine. I was quite idle anyway. I'm only honored that young people are willing to drop by."

Fu Qian imitated Delin from that morning, speaking with a tone full of worldly experience without even asking what she was here for.

...

Sitting down across from Fu Qian, Sakura Asao recognized the mask as the kind commonly seen by the roadside. Although it felt incredibly weird, she managed to maintain a polite smile.

According to the latest intelligence, this guy might not just be a pawn for Siren; he even held a certain amount of authority in their operations. That was enough for her to cast aside any underestimation.

After pausing for a few seconds without getting a question from Fu Qian, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the initiative.

"Where is Ms. Violetta?"

"Resting upstairs. Did you need her?"

"No, no, either is fine."

Sakura Asao waved her hands repeatedly.

"I heard you left Narrow Path yesterday?"

Your people practically wanted to follow us into the restroom, and you're asking if we left?

It seemed Old Man Takahashi was quite fast with his mouth, however.

Sakura Asao wouldn't have come all the way here just to confirm this simple fact; Anjing Company must be feeling the pressure.

"Yes, we took a trip to Wushe Temple."

Fu Qian replied lazily, skillfully pulling out the Badge and tossing it onto the table.

"That's a very rare achievement. There aren't many in all of Ye Island."

Sakura Asao glanced at it. As expected, she showed no surprise and offered a swift evaluation.

"Oh? And what would the rarest achievement be?"

Since she had brought it up, Fu Qian went along and asked.

"The highest known currently is Depth 7."

Sakura Asao smiled slightly.

"Proportionally speaking, that's even rarer than a High-Tier Transcendent."

"I see."

Depth 7. Translated to conventional terms, that was equivalent to the Demigod Level. He wondered who had achieved such far-reaching notoriety.

The mask hid his face, making his expression unreadable. Seeing the conversation going cold again, Sakura Asao finally gritted her teeth.

"Mister Dancy, it seems you had some contact with the Night Watchers today?"

She came because of what happened this morning?

It made sense, but wasn't this move a bit too conservative?

Doubts surfaced in Fu Qian's mind. This felt a bit weak for the demeanor expected of the King of Ye Island.

If she was here solely for this purpose, he couldn't blame Carlos for not showing up.

He was at Peak Tier 4 after all, a Doctor at Anjing Company. No matter how awkward his situation was, running this kind of errand would be far too degrading.

"I did, but you'll really have to ask Violetta about that. I was only there in passing."

Amidst his thoughts, Fu Qian waved toward the upper floor. Su Gao, who had been paying attention to the commotion downstairs the whole time, promptly walked down.

"Hello."

After nodding slightly to Sakura Asao in greeting, Su Gao sat down to the side.

Given that her true identity had already been "seen through" by Carlos, she no longer needed to put so much effort into acting in front of Anjing Company's people.

"Ms. Violetta."

However, to Sakura Asao, Su Gao in this state was clearly much more oppressive.

After greeting her, Sakura Asao found herself pinned beneath the gaze of those amber eyes, suddenly unsure of how to even begin her questions.

She found her mission today quite baffling as well. Given the current situation, even if Siren and the Night Watchers had truly reached some kind of tacit agreement, why would they tell her?

Yet Carlos had obviously been in a foul mood and had ordered her to probe them no matter what, leaving her no choice but to bite the bullet and come over.

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