Chapter 1301 Mist

"How do you know it's still early? Just because you just had dinner?"

Unfortunately, Lord Reginald was obviously in a bad mood. Faced with the greetings in front of him, he seemed to be obsessed with logic.

Of course, even so, Fu Qian can still understand the meaning.

First of all, it is almost certain that the other party stayed up all night and did not mention getting up early.

Secondly, because of what he caused, the religious group obviously went through a lot of excitement.

Although it was only a short interval from the hunter to them, the changes in strategy behind it were far beyond what the ignorant parties could imagine.

This is the perspective of Lord Reginald. The lack of information will inevitably lead to a one-sided judgment.

Of course, in terms of logic alone, he is actually not good at it.

"Maybe it's because you haven't eaten yet?"

Fu Qian blinked and answered unceremoniously.

"how do you know……"

While Reginald had no way to refute, Amira couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"I just think you may not have much appetite. It seems that is true. If you have time, I suggest you try Mrs. Harper's craftsmanship."

He pointed in the direction he came from and praised his breakfast before paying.

"...It looks like you have a lot of appetite."

After sizing up Fu Qian, Reginald finally spoke again.

"It goes without saying that unlike your confusion, my heart has never been so calm and firm."

Faced with this threatening statement, Fu Qianshou nodded his head.

"The clear moonlight guides me, and I am very sure that I will never be lost again."

This is the charm of fanaticism.

Regardless of his actions or speech, the full power of faith actually made Reginald speechless again.

"It's a pity that we really don't have time."

Amira on the side felt deeply that she couldn't let things go on like this, so she opened the door of the carriage with regret in her words.

"In fact, you don't have much time. We have to hurry up."

"good."

The moment he opened the door, Fu Qian was face to face with the original passengers in the car.

The hood with only the eyes exposed, the silver-embellished coat, and the temperament of a killing machine.

Sure enough, it was a classic hunter look. At the same time, the conversation just now obviously did not touch this person at all.

At this moment, those cold eyes were staring at him unblinkingly.

…

"excuse me."

Without losing the reputation of the Dark Moon, and blessed by the attitude of a fanatical believer, he said hello again with a smile that did not diminish.

Definitely no response.

Without needing to be reminded by the two people behind him, the next moment he stepped directly into the car and sat down opposite the strange hunter.

Seeing his cooperation, Amira seemed a little relieved and followed with Reginald.

The carriage was still very spacious, but she almost immediately chose to sit next to Fu Qian instead of examining it with her two colleagues.

Fu Qian's understanding of this is that given his current style, this person is always ready to stop his own death-seeking behavior.

In fact, when she greeted the hunter just now, she was obviously a little nervous.

"This is Sir Simon, he will give us a ride together."

The carriage started almost instantly. Amira hesitated and gave a brief introduction before paying.

It could be seen from the vague statement that she didn't want Fu Qian to know the real reason why the other party appeared here.

…

"Understood. We need to save time on taking the bus."

What is gratifying is that Mr. Anke obviously has no intention of getting to the bottom of it, and even nodded to express his understanding.

"Did you discover anything about what you gained last night?"

Reginald obviously couldn't listen anymore and changed the topic directly.

"Yes, I have."

Knowing what he was referring to, he took out his pocket watch and opened it before paying.

"What discovery?"

"It's a lady."

…

The reactions of Reginald and the two men undoubtedly once again proved that the words engraved on the back of the pocket watch were no secret to them.

"Any more?"

After adjusting his expression, Reginald asked as politely as possible.

"I know why she's like this."

"What!"

In the smooth carriage, Amira almost jumped up.

As an opponent of this plan, she obviously did not expect it to actually work out.

"Why is she like this?"

Of course they knew what was on the back cover of the pocket watch, but it was hard to say what it meant.

As a result, not only did this person actually call the pocket watch "Ms.", but he even expressed recognition?

It's really unbelievable.

"This thing was originally a sacred object of the church. It even contained the blood of the Dragon of Time before it was destroyed. However, it was later stolen by a female thief... Well, this is the female thief."

Controlling the pocket watch to roll on his fingertips, Fu Qian pictured the decisive figure of the Baroness in her mind.

I don’t know how that person would feel about incarnating into this form.

"Stealing and destroying sacred objects and then being cursed?"

Of course what Fu Qian said was the truth, and even for the omitted parts, Reginald naturally helped to make guesses.

"It's a relatively common story. Is there anything to prove this statement?"

Although he himself maintains a relatively high level of skepticism about this conjecture.

"Yes, such as Mr. and Mrs. Rayson."

Fu Qian answered fluently, and stared at the other person's face that suddenly solidified in the next moment.

"Why don't you tell me first, how did you find this thing?"

"...Why do you ask, this is not your trophy last night?"

After answering subconsciously, Reginald glanced at Amira and found that the other party was shocked and turned away without speaking.

This person's attitude couldn't be more obvious: whoever did it will be the one to explain.

"I can't see the point in that answer given what we're doing right now."

Fu Qian shook his head, not hiding his disappointment.

"If you are sure you want to say that, there is no need to continue this exchange."

…

"I admit, I asked you to take it away on purpose... This pocket watch is somewhat special. More than one person who has been to the same place as you has mentioned it."

Reginald ultimately chose honesty.

"We followed the description and made considerable efforts to find it in someone's private collection."

"It's a pity that because there are so many items in the collection, the person obviously doesn't remember when it was damaged or what the words on the back cover are."

"Many collections, but only found this one?"

Don’t hesitate before paying.

"Yeah, there's nothing else that matches the victim's description, so we want to know what's special about it."

Reginald sounded sure.

“Is there anything else you can share about this lady?”

"Here we are."

Unfortunately, almost as soon as he asked the question, the hunter Simon, who had been silent, interrupted the communication.

Following his words, the carriage stopped smoothly and the door was opened.

It's really thick fog.

He lowered his voice and looked at the scene outside, with a look of relief on his face.

The direction the carriage was facing was filled with boundless gray turbulence, and the surrounding area was also desolate.

The legendary fog outside the city.

Rather than dragging him to the church for severe interrogation, the people of the cult finally found some new tricks for themselves. (End of chapter)