Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Indeed!

Looking at Grace’s exceedingly certain expression, Fu Qian had received the answer he was looking for.

The memories from another state were indeed inheritable.

But at the same time, another problem existed, the inherited memories might not be the real ones, but rather imagined versions.

He knew that she had been talking to air yesterday, but in Grace’s eyes, she had been chatting with Nate, who stood right in front of her.

In other words, her memory was entirely the content of a “script.”

“I see,” he said.

Fu Qian nodded and decided to continue leading the conversation.

“It is nice that Nate was willing to come out for a stroll, I’ve always been worried that he might be too heartbroken over his son’s affair.”

Grace spoke with feeling, by now having no doubts about Fu Qian’s familiarity with Nate.

“I never imagined Nate would have such a young friend; is this your first time visiting Byeluk?”

“Yes, it is indeed a beautiful place.”

During the conversation, a card appeared in Fu Qian’s hand—it was Gausman’s business card.

“Of course, people here are beautiful too, I’ve met quite a few interesting friends in this area.”

“It’s great that you like it here.”

Grace was very flattered by Fu Qian’s compliments and covered her mouth, laughing with shaking branches.

“This is Gausman’s business card, have you met already?”

“Once, Sir Gausman is a kind man.”

“It’s just that he is somewhat stuffy and boring.”

Grace laughed and shook her head as she spoke, her opinion unreserved.

“He has never liked socializing until he recently started attending our parties.”

Until recently? Could it be that last night was Gausman’s first time attending?

This information gave Fu Qian a jolt as he looked at the card in his hand.

He didn’t know much about Gausman, but if there had been some recent change in his life, it would likely be the hospital surgery, right?

And yesterday was the first day he was discharged.

That having been said, they still didn’t know what surgery he had.

Fu Qian recalled the contents of the hospital records; there was no description of this aspect at all.

It seemed to be deliberately hidden.

And the surgeon was Collins, who was not only the hospital’s chief but also happened to be a participant in the party…

Was it possible that all these participants acquired their special hollowness after a certain secret surgery?

Thus, at specific times, becoming a part of the script?

Collins was actively pushing this agenda, and Gausman was the latest to join.

Fu Qian felt as if he could see an invisible thread spreading through Byeluk.

“Anyway, I’m delighted to meet a young person like you.”

Grace said this while looking up at Veil beside her.

The look of astonishment on her face was almost impossible to hide.

She had never imagined that Fu Qian would get along so well with her aunt.

From the start until now, she barely had a chance to interject.

What shocked Veil more was that he seemed to be very familiar with some people in town, even considering Mr. Nate an old acquaintance.

At this point, Veil found it even more difficult to guess the purpose of Fu Qian’s visit.

“Since you and Veil rarely come by, I would like to invite you both to my place for lunch, if you have the time?”

Before her shock subsided, Grace had already extended the invitation to both of them.

Hmm?

This surprised not only Veil, but Fu Qian as well.

Had she misunderstood something?

“Sure!”

Without waiting for Veil to speak, he readily agreed.

For him, having more opportunities to observe her was naturally the best possible scenario.

Not to mention the accompanying delicacies.

As for other matters, they were not even a consideration for Fu Qian.

What on earth are you doing, Aunt! Do you have any idea who you’ve invited?

Veil stood by, completely dumbfounded.

No matter what Fu Qian’s motives were in agreeing, inviting such a dangerous person to their home was definitely not a good idea.

She wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but then she thought that if she went against his wishes, might this person lash out and start a massacre in anger?

With her thoughts racing, Veil fell into silence for a moment.

“You two must have a lot to talk about, I have someone to meet, so I’ll step out.”

After confirming the dinner, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate; he immediately left under the watchful eyes of the three.

From Grace, there was no mention of the assassin.

This made Fu Qian keen to take a trip outside to see if there was any move to “keep him from running away.”

On the other hand, he wanted to make another visit to Bernard’s bookstore.

“Nice taste!”

After Fu Qian left, Grace nudged the somewhat distracted Veil with a sly smile.

“Not at all, and you’d better not say that in front of him.”

Veil forced a smile, at a loss for how to explain to her distant aunt.

She had no idea who she had just been chatting with.

“Is he like you?”

Grace wasn’t surprised by Veil’s denial and quickly thought of something else, asking.

Not the same, not on the same level at all…

Veil sighed deeply in her heart and ultimately nodded.

Yes!

…

Another all-nighter?

Before long, Fu Qian once again stood in front of Bernard’s bookstore.

The time was still early, and the little shop in front was still open for business.

It was just a pity that there were no customers at the moment, only Bernard drowsily making coffee.

“We’re closed—”

The moment Bernard saw Fu Qian enter, he almost blurted out instinctively, wanting to drive the man away.

But he quickly remembered the previous encounter and realized that such attempts were futile with this person.

“What do you want?”

With a dead fish gaze, Bernard looked at Fu Qian lethargically, having given up any resistance.

“Make me a cup too.”

Fu Qian sat down without hesitation and gestured for Bernard to pour him a cup of coffee as well.

…

Bernard looked like he really wanted to toss the coffee pot at Fu Qian’s face, but in the end, he dutifully found a cup for him.

“Thanks!”

Fu Qian took the coffee and put it aside, looking at Bernard carefully.

No matter how he looked, this man was nothing like Collins and the others.

Of course, Fu Qian hadn’t come here to specifically pick on Bernard.

The last time he came by, Bernard had mentioned two pieces of information.

One, he indicated that the old folks’ brains weren’t right, seeming to look down on the upper-class citizens of the town.

On the other hand, he even warned Fu Qian not to wander around at night, or there might be trouble.

And from what could be seen now, Grace and the others were clearly more active in a different state at night.

It was clear that he knew something.

Fu Qian was just about to speak and test the waters when he suddenly noticed Bernard’s gaze shifting outside.

Following his gaze, Fu Qian saw Chief Harry walking straight towards them.

“Have you been wandering around at night?”

Bernard glared at Fu Qian and quickly said.

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