Chapter 1824 Red Feather

Let me look... 3-0205, here.

The warehouse shelves were still not arranged so neatly, but Fu Qian still found the target he had just collected without spending too much effort.

Given that this mission gave people a bit of a strange feeling, he was quite curious about what this collection called April Fool's Day looked like.

I have to say that at first glance, the packaging alone can tell that it is different.

It is the same silver-white metal square box, but the size is really a bit pocket-sized, only the length of a palm.

And as he stretched out his hand to open the box, the contents were also presented in front of him.

Oh?

Fu Qian stretched two fingers into the box, picked out a bright red feather, and looked at it carefully.

That's right, the collection called April Fool's Day is just a slightly curved red feather that is less than the length of a palm.

It is very beautiful, and it is almost weightless in the hand.

By the way, have I encountered a little more feathers recently?

Considering that I just examined the remains of the Archangel of the Prison not long ago, it can be said that it is hard not to arouse people's associations.

But this is not the only association that Fu Qian has - the Fool Idol.

It is placed on a table not far away, and is even one of the collections occupying the core position. I borrowed its shape to guide the greedy insects not long ago.

The statue is wearing a bright red feather cloak.

Although the size is far different from the one in front of me, the color and shape are exactly the same. Fu Qian is still confident.

Is it related to the Fool... All Fools' Day, it is reasonable.

When I heard this name before, I thought of this possibility.

So the All Fools' Day is really a fragment of power related to the authority of this god? Concept anchors or something like that?

But on the one hand, judging from the previous situation, the Fool seems to be very inactive like many ancient gods who have fallen.

So much so that I borrowed his image, but did not attract divine punishment.

At the same time, no traces of oaths were found in that mission, which means that he died more thoroughly than those gods who were looking for tool people?

It's reasonable, but there's a small problem here. How can a fragment of the power of an ancient god, which has been extremely weak, cause such restrictions to himself or the warehouse?

So much so that the tasks assigned to him need to completely block abilities and items to solve them.

If this is true, how powerful must the Fool be in his prime?

Or does He have additional influence and control over the operation of the warehouse like a certain sage, the Rainbow of Brilliance?

But so far, the power from the Fool doesn't seem to be accompanied by any special malice...

Interesting.

Fu Qian was very satisfied with what he got from running over to take a look.

Although it's not possible to draw a clear conclusion at present, there is no doubt that the statue on the table is worth paying more attention to.

It's a pity that its effect is really a bit special, and it's too risky to see through it like other things.

Maybe the Night Keepers know more?

Or maybe there are meaningful clues in the graveyard of gods deep in the spiritual world?

Of course, the most ideal thing is that after my last display, the greedy bugs can bring some related surprises.

Silently thinking about the follow-up, after confirming that there were no other special marks on the feather, Fu Qian walked away directly.

The next moment, there was nothing in his hand, and the red feather reappeared in the square box.

Sure enough, he only had the right to view it, and he couldn't take it away.

Fu Qian had no opinion on the strict scope of authority granted by the warehouse, and he closed the box casually and returned to his collection.

Looking at the red feather four-handed, beautiful statue, and confirming that the feathers looked consistent again, Fu Qian's face and figure also changed rapidly, replicating the shape of the fool idol with a meticulous posture.

Even the four arms of different shapes were restored.

...

There was no reaction, and the warehouse looked very calm.

The new shape lasted for about half a minute, and after not feeling the anger from the surroundings, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and quickly restored his original appearance.

The behavior just now was definitely not idle.

One of the meanings of such an attempt is that if the fool really has any special arrangements, then the behavior just now can be regarded as a reminder to the warehouse while the iron is hot after just completing the task.

Although from the results, the warehouse looks like it is under control, and I seem to worry too much.

But it doesn’t matter. There is another meaning. Since the fool doesn’t mind, I will inevitably continue to plagiarize his image later. Try to adjust it and make it more detailed and restored, and the effect may be better.

As for now...

Fu Qian glanced at the messenger next to him, responded to the warehouse’s call to leave, and put it on his face directly.

It’s time to get off work.

As the picture flows, the scene in front of me has switched to Shangjing, where the sun is shining and everything is blooming.

Even on the second floor, I can feel the eagerness of the customers passing by in the alley outside.

…

God rewards hard work, it is really a hearty business battle.

It was already dusk, and in a small street shop in Shangjing, the bookstore owner who had worked hard all day finally raised his head, closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

“Sorry, we are closed.”

Looking at the nearly double-digit number of customers in the store, Fu Qian stretched out his ambition in the next moment and chased people away. At the same time, he even used his eyes to stop any customers who dared to walk towards the counter with books in hand.

As the last person out carefully closed the door, the shop officially ended its busy day.

"Have you had dinner?"

And he said hello to the only figure who was not leaving in the store, and Fu Qian indicated that he could sit next to him.

As expected of classmate Su Gao, he is indeed dedicated.

That's right, in black clothes and a narrow hat, he is calm and composed. This visitor who directly caused the bookstore to close is none other than Su Gao, the enforcer of hell who was ordered to do so in the face of danger.

Although according to Chief Yuan, she had been earning bounties not too far away before, she arrived directly before it was even late at night, and she could still feel the seriousness with which she took her new task.

"No."

He immediately responded to the call and sat down. Facing the lively questions in front of him, Su Gao's expression became a little softer and he shook his head honestly.

"Then let's eat on the way."

It's a pity that this time before paying, there was no intention of setting up a table for the reception, and he stood up directly to indicate that he was going to leave.

"Um."

Su Gao obviously had no objection to this arrangement.

“Would you rather be more spacious or quieter?”

The next moment, before paying, there was an extra card in his hand. He shook it and continued to confirm.

"……It will be all right."

"Then let it be spacious and quiet."