Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Theoretically, that ill-reputed Demigod did have the possibility of being shot dead with a single bullet.

But if Herrom really died under this revolver, where is the body?

Looking at Old Master Knight in front of him, Fu Qian fell into a deep thought for a moment.

He had already observed the surroundings earlier and found no traces of blood or anything of the sort.

Even if it had been cleaned up afterward, a Demigod’s corpse wouldn’t leave no trace at all.

And as he had walked all the way here, there was no sense of supernatural power throughout the entire manor.

No, that’s not exactly true.

To be precise, there was a trace right in front of him.

Fu Qian glanced at the white frost on the ground, then his gaze settled on the top of Knight’s head.

It was odd that Knight was indoors yet wearing a black top hat—something felt slightly off about it.

“Do you drink?”

After chatting with Fu Qian for a bit, Old Master Knight seemed to have regained some of his composure by now.

Slowly leaning to the side, he placed the revolver aside, and took up his wine glass again, even calling out to Fu Qian.

“No need, help yourself,” Fu Qian replied with a gesture.

Knight did not insist further, his hands trembling as he gripped the bottle.

No sooner had he poured half a glass of the golden liquid than he eagerly brought it to his lips.

However, in the next instant, he remained in the motion of drinking, frozen in place.

Hm?

Fu Qian glanced over and understood the reason.

All it took was looking up; influenced by the chill emanating from him, the wine in the conical stemmed glass had actually frozen into a lump, rendering it impossible to pour.

Crash!

The next moment, the wine glass shattered on the floor.

Knight’s face whipped around, his eyes now a fiery red.

“Why is there ice? Who are you? Did you kill Sean?”

His voice was hoarse and frantic, his hand once again gripping the revolver, seemingly ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

“No,” Fu Qian said calmly, facing the suddenly enraged Old Master.

“You were late for tonight’s banquet, so I came to take a look.”

“Banquet…”

At these words, Knight first looked confused, then his expression became solemn.

“The luckiest part is that there was no chance to poison him.”

“It’s just that I still can’t think of someone who would do such a thing.”

Now!

Seeing him fall back into his role, Fu Qian remained silent.

He was very aware that in this state, the Old Master was almost completely oblivious to his presence.

And this was precisely the moment Fu Qian was waiting for.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and took off Knight’s hat.

Even in the dim moonlight, the Old Master’s forehead still shone brightly.

Between sparse strands of hair, another human face was affixed to the top of his head, its floating features stretched and distorted.

[Current mission updated: erase the remaining traces of Herrom]

Is this the honorable Demigod Herrom?

Listening to the prompt by his ear, Fu Qian nodded while stroking his chin.

It was difficult to discern much from that twisted face.

But the updated mission confirmed that he had located the right target.

So, Herrom really was taken down with a single shot?

Old Master Knight might as well change his name to McCray now.

From the current situation, it seems that after Herrom’s death, his body must have undergone some special change and finally fused with Nate’s body.

This is also the reason why the body was not found.

Moreover, his face looks lifeless and he hasn’t made a peep until now, showing no reaction to the action of moving his hat away.

It’s likely that Herrom’s spirit has completely dissipated, leaving only a condensation of the remnants of his power.

It’s interesting, the task I gave myself, usually after investigating, isn’t it supposed to be about capturing the criminal?

But now, I’m tasked with eradicating any trace of Herrom, pushing him to the brink of vanishing from the face of the earth.

That’s exactly what I want!

In Fu Qian’s view, whoever killed a character like Herrom would be considered as having done a public service, regardless of whether he was a Demigod or not.

The problem is, eradicating traces doesn’t seem so easy!

Fu Qian looked at Nate’s shiny bald head, not as if he could simply cut off the scalp.

Considering the uncontrollable chill emanating from him just now, the two are undoubtedly bound in some special way, far beyond what a bit of surgery can solve.

Not considering separation, should I just annihilate both together?

Not to mention the possibility that Nate might be innocent, Fu Qian believes that doing so would likely fail to complete the task.

I need to eradicate Herrom’s traces, which is to say, make him completely disappear.

At the moment, although there are some transcendental phenomena in Nate’s body, compared to the actual remains of a Demigod, there is still a big gap.

Based on his unstable performance in switching between the two states, Fu Qian believes it’s very likely Nate’s special protection has helped him suppress most of the pollution.

If he were to die, I might be facing an even more troublesome pile of pollutants.

And if what Veil said is true, and the Night Watchmen have always been monitoring Herrom, any abnormality could catch their attention.

Not to mention that this place is a forbidden zone for Transcendents, any abnormal phenomena would probably instantly reach the ears of the Night Watchmen.

I can’t act rashly.

Fu Qian silently made up his mind.

“Assassin… wine…”

At that moment, due to Fu Qian’s action of taking the hat, Nate’s face showed the same expression of disgust as Grace’s, and his words once again became incoherent.

“Help yourself, drinking in moderation is good for you.”

Fu Qian released his hand, letting the hat fall back upon Nate’s head.

Amidst Nate’s own struggles, Fu Qian quietly left the place.

It seems that to complete this task, I’d have to find a way to completely eradicate the pollution of a Demigod’s remains.

Unfortunately, based on previous experience, this is obviously difficult; otherwise, Yuan Shan and her team’s underground containment area wouldn’t have ended up in such a state.

Besides that, there is another approach, which is to figure out what happened with this group of Actors.

Since the protection on Nate has been able to suppress the pollution to some extent, it might not be impossible to find a way to completely dissolve it.

For now, I might as well patiently observe and see how this group reacts to today’s “assassin”.

…

When I returned to Veil’s residence, it was almost late at night.

Seeing the covered plates on the table, I suddenly realized I had forgotten something.

From breakfast until now, I haven’t had anything to eat.

Forgetting to eat while immersed in work, what an exemplary performance!

Fu Qian sighed and sat down beside the dining table, casually unveiling a few dishes.

I don’t know if Veil specially instructed, but compared to yesterday, the taste seemed even better.

Just as I started to eat, Veil came out through the door.

Having stayed up all night, she still hadn’t slept.

Seeing Fu Qian gobbling down his food, her expression softened noticeably.

“Would you like me to heat it up for you?”

“No need, it tastes very good.”

Fu Qian waved his hand.