Chapter 2279: Chapter 2274: The Sun

"Isn’t it quite nice?"

The Knight was interested in his handiwork, and the Witch was not shy about boasting.

"Unfortunately, it’s essentially a part of me, and can’t penetrate the barrier."

She even expressed a bit of regret about not being able to hand it over to the Knight.

"It’s okay."

Sitting there, Fu Qian shook his head, indicating to the Pontiff not to be saddened.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.

A mass of flesh smoothly flowed out from a crack in the armor.

"I can leave this here."

Of course, it wasn’t due to some hidden injury flaring up, it was just the armor being taken off.

With matters concluded here, entering a non-combat state makes sense, right?

Of course, as Fu Qian swiftly transformed back into human form, he didn’t forget social duty and promptly formed a set of leg armor.

"This should be easier than that handprint, right?"

Not only covered in scars, but the armor was also richly stained with blood, considering its freshness, it should be more useful for Extreme Hunger Infection localization later than that painting.

"This is indeed good, I will keep it as active as possible."

Fu Qian’s maneuver undoubtedly exceeded the Witch’s expectations, yet with a lingering gaze, she quickly showed appreciation.

Before going home, the Temple Knight deliberately left the armor to guard here, making this Dark Moon Sanctuary look more formidable.

"Thank you, is there a chance you could help me keep these too?"

With a clatter, Fu Qian quickly tossed out a few more items.

For this corridor operation, he went back and armed himself to the teeth, and this moment was probably when he had the most stuff on him.

...

"Are you sure?"

The Knight had no qualms about troubling others, and the Witch didn’t mind at all.

Looking at the displayed items, among the four pieces, three were unknown to her, clearly showing that the Knight seemed to have made quite some discoveries recently.

A pale dragon statue, a thin and holy curved blade, a talisman shaped like blue eyes... the only familiar shape was perhaps that heavy headcage.

"Recent discoveries made me think the place I stored them might not be secure enough."

Fu Qian nodded affirmatively.

Going back to fetch equipment might not have been put to much use, but how could one not derive some significance out of it.

The connection between the warehouse and this world clearly falls under special circumstances, and recreating this isn’t likely easy.

Might as well take this chance to store some things with the Witch for safekeeping.

As for the reason, the earlier words were not nonsense.

Prism of Radiant Transformation, First Generation Dark Moon... the warehouse can further prove its leak sieve nature.

Which inevitably makes one worry if there are other Superior Beings making little actions apart from those two found.

Leaving all one’s belongings in the warehouse seems a bit risky.

And the Witch had already proven that although it’s hard for her to descend, passing over items isn’t difficult.

Leaving some temporarily unused items here, letting the Witch send them over during special times could be more flexible than storing them in the warehouse.

"No problem."

After giving out one item and unexpectedly receiving four in return, this deal clearly wasn’t a loss.

Even though her item wasn’t ordinary, each of these items had their unique mysteries.

After a brief scrutiny, the Witch didn’t refuse, directly accepting them all at once.

"The Other Shore will soon be buried again."

And in the next moment, she didn’t forget to give a gentle reminder.

"Understood."

Fu Qian made a gesture, directly removing the "Messenger".

...

The warehouse here was silent.

Reassuringly, under the Other Shore’s corruption, the Furnace Stone Technique was still usable.

In an instant, Fu Qian was already sitting at his familiar spot.

Given that today’s missions were previously completed, the warehouse was currently silent.

Even compared to usual, there were significantly fewer items on the long table in front, making the scene even colder.

Of course, this didn’t affect Fu Qian’s mood in the slightest, as he crafted himself some clothes while quietly waiting for the bloodstains on the Emissary’s Mask to spread.

Until the area occupied by the stain reached a certain limit in his mind, Fu Qian directly put it back on his face.

...

What a pity.

The sunlight was clear and the years peaceful.

Reappearing, he was once again in a familiar place.

The space in front was undoubtedly somewhat narrow, but whether it was the soft mattress underneath or the few rays of sunlight streaming through the window, they both allowed one to feel the beauty of life.

Indeed, he had returned to the original location point of the Emissary’s Mask, the center of Professor Fu’s commercial empire, the second floor of the Shangjing Bookstore.

Outside, it clearly wasn’t late yet, but the various sounds already carried a lazy feel, and the weirdness seemed to have vanished—mainly because it couldn’t be sensed.

Indeed, this is why Fu Qian said it was a pity.

When he put on the mask, the Other Shore’s brief release had ended, so he missed the chance to verify if any old friends were welcoming him back.

But if he didn’t wait that moment, the level of bloodstain recovery on the mask wouldn’t be enough, and he wouldn’t have been able to return to this initial point.

So ultimately, he could only experience it in the warehouse, and as a result, found no "gaze".

During off-duty hours, the warehouse, as an employer, seemed to be fully resting, quite considerate.

Including the mark on his wrist that indicated true off-duty, which he still couldn’t activate.

As the Witch said, it remains a makeshift solution, essentially utilizing the other party’s perception—luckily, there were clothes to change into here.

Getting up from the bed, Fu Qian went to the wardrobe and found a set of clothing previously prepared for him by Miss Wen.

...

"Welcome."

Half an hour later, as a cultural city, Shangjing’s cultural index increased by one point again.

The bookstore in the alley opened for afternoon business again, and even the staff’s attire looked much more pleasing.

However, the attitude remained poor, and the polite welcome was first uttered an hour after opening.

Even the recipient of this warm service was a woman who caught the eye, making anyone witnessing the scene think it was based on appearances—except for the person involved.

"I thought you were going to disappear for a while."

With furrowed brows, the surprised Yuan Shan, Chief Yuan, who had rushed over, seemed quite astonished to see Fu Qian today.

"Please have a seat."

While she was greeting, Fu Qian was already escalating, directly sending the customers out.

"Has it been quiet around here lately?"

After closing the door and returning, Fu Qian nonchalantly confirmed the current situation with Yuan Shan who was already seated in his spot.

"Fairly quiet—Sun."

Yuan Shan nodded, her gaze fixed on his face, suddenly uttering a word.

"Oh?"

"The Eckhart you asked me to find seems to have indeed existed before the Long Night, as an Angel Envoy of the Sun."

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