Chapter 1922: Chapter 1917: Special Insurance

Ah?

At that moment, it was clear that the surprise was not limited to Old Master Stoss.

It’s not surprising; according to the detailed report by Su Gao, it must have mentioned the discrepancy in the flow of time inside and outside, and perhaps even explained the perceived ratio.

As a Transcendent, there is no need for clocks or the like; just relying on one’s own physiological activities is enough to judge the passage of time.

The brightness might have increased abruptly, but the time the team spent here was indeed not short in a strict sense.

Compared to the report, it might still be far from three days, but it’s definitely more than half a day...

The theoretical negative news provided by Professor Fu at that moment brought a subtle feeling.

"How confident are you?"

It was Lord Stos who finally asked the first question, his hands still ready to spring into action.

"Not very confident. If you hadn’t asked for my opinion, it wouldn’t be enough to convince you."

Fu Qian replied directly and honestly.

"Even now, my suggestion is only that it might be worth waiting a bit longer to see."

...

The little trick about timekeeping isn’t nonsense, but Fu Qian certainly couldn’t tell Lord Stos the real reason—because it was the warehouse helping him with the timing.

The flow of time inside the ark is unreliable; after the first experience, this has been quite confirmed.

But the reason for this unreliability is still not clear enough to grasp.

This will mean a problem, considering the ark has likely been in the hands of the Native Council for quite some time, could they have grasped this reason?

There’s no need for paranoia, as exploring the ark again is almost certain, and being required to accompany is almost certain as well.

Though Fu Qian doesn’t think the Native Council is very likely to kill the Night Watchman without reason, he still left a small backup for this potential danger—the week’s task wasn’t completed yet.

Before Old Master visited, when he specifically returned to the warehouse to store things, the stable leakage reminder was casually rejected by him using the "Re-Assignment" authority.

According to warehouse regulations, the task could be delayed until midnight at the latest.

Considering the entry time was around noon, theoretically speaking, there is a considerable chance that after half a day outside, he would be forcibly pulled into the warehouse to complete the task.

It would undoubtedly cause a lot of inconvenience and might even be adjudged as desertion.

Insurance always costs money, right?

The better the insurance, the higher the cost.

Fu Qian believes that for this old friend, the Native Council, such a backup is worthy of respect.

And facts have proved it indeed came in handy.

Until now, he hasn’t been dragged back by the warehouse.

The ranking of the ark might be high, but in Fu Qian’s view, it’s not yet capable of hiding warehouse employees, so one very likely explanation is that the ratio of internal and external time passage has changed since the last time.

What does this mean?

Combined with the appearance of the Brother Mal just now, it’s easy to draw an intuitive conclusion that someone has tampered with things.

The purpose of the tampering may not be certain now, but one thing is certain—the "reasonable" judgment made under the guise of tampering must be within the operator’s expectations.

...

"So, how long do you think we should wait?"

At the critical moment, Old Master Stoss’s mind remained sharp, and he quickly understood the logic.

Including Fu Qian’s statement that it was "not enough to convince you."

It’s quite simple, if he hadn’t sought the consultant’s opinion before taking action, the consultant wouldn’t have shared this possible speculation, and would instead have tacitly supported his actions.

Only by giving a series of performances beforehand, making him believe at this critical moment that the consultant’s thoughts were still worth considering, could this stream-of-consciousness speculation possibly convince him.

It must be said that Professor Fu showcased commendable expertise; indeed, the pinnacle of consultancy.

Amidst faint feelings of admiration, Old Master asked while even retracting his long-prepared deadly move, clearly also wanting to observe for a while.

"Wait until someone can’t stand it anymore."

Sidestepping a floating feather, Fu Qian casually replied.

The range affected by the feather expanded quickly, already occupying half of the cabin.

The tremor happening within the ship as well.

It’s not simply rocking from wind and waves, but a trembling on the spatial level, making it difficult even for a Transcendent to stabilize, almost shaking their brains out.

Wait a minute, something seems to be coming out.

Ding—

With a crisp sound, the nearby Su Gao swiftly moved forward like a phantom, his weapon striking an appearing target—even this time, it didn’t vanish again.

It was a rotund figure that instantly reminded one of a walrus, and after rolling once, stood there.

Who else could it be? The Malca of the Mal family, paragons of brotherly camaraderie known for their transcendent trio.

I certainly excel.

Fu Qian even allowed himself a small compliment for matching those bizarre names so clearly.

Completely aligning with the previous assumption, that familiar stealth and ambush technique belonged entirely to the two from the Native Council Demigod, arguing who truly was the reincarnation of the Blasphemous King at the end of their time in the Silver Mist Manor.

Not only had they recovered from injuries, but they could also undertake such high-risk missions; it seems the spiritual impact from the Blasphemous King was likewise dealt with by the Native Council.

The organization’s depth truly runs deep.

As for why, being well-hidden, they suddenly appeared?

In fact, this was the purpose behind Fu Qian’s suggestion to wait.

If such an exaggerated level of concealment was only achievable with the ark’s support, what if the ark’s state was too erratic?

Though unpleasant for his group, there’s a chance Brother Mal could be somewhat affected too?

The facts already proved this wasn’t blind optimism; Malca’s appearance wasn’t intentional, but was spotted by Su Gao, almost struck again.

Of course, the weakening of concealment played a part, and also the prowess of Demigod Su was demonstrated once more.

As for the stick-thin Malfoy, who was never far from Malca?

"You stupid pig—"

Almost immediately, an unabashed shout came from Malca’s belly.

Although difficult to discern through the layers of folds, Fu Qian could still confirm it was Malfoy.

Perhaps due to abdominal resonance, his voice was a few tones louder than during their previous encounter.

When they were on the upper level, Su Gao and the old master’s continuous deadly moves weren’t easy to digest.

And after one brother’s body shattered, it wasn’t Fu Qian’s first time seeing such a parasitic method to survive by inhabiting the other’s body.

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