Chapter 2641 - 2636: The Eight Wicked Women (12)
Chapter 2641: Chapter 2636: The Eight Wicked Women (12)
Thankfully, the chain is long enough.
Wen Li’s reaction was, of course, a result of good upbringing from long-term habit.
Perhaps slightly untimely, but anyone could feel the naturalness within it.
The only problem was that she seemed to forget someone was standing shoulder to shoulder with her at this moment.
At that moment, Fu Qian slightly adjusted his posture to avoid being forced to salute along with her, while sneering inwardly.
As a dignified figure of the Heaven’s Commencement Institute, even if Professor Lisa took the dean’s path, it wasn’t so easy for me to bend the knee.
Hmm...
On the contrary, it was Professor Lisa who was affected.
Seemingly not expecting to be treated with such courtesy, though she didn’t say much at that moment, she did take a longer look at Wen Li, and then her gaze landed on their hands linked together.
"What happens when night falls?"
Without any awareness of being a captive, Fu Qian, in his academic leadership pose, casually asked with a semi-examining tone as he passed by Lisa.
"...It’s easy to encounter turbulence and then accidentally get lost."
Theoretically, there was no obligation to answer, but the atmosphere inexplicably reached the point where Professor Lisa seriously answered after a brief hesitation, under the watchful eyes of many.
...
So that’s it. This déjà vu feeling is getting stronger.
Day and night alternate, and then when it gets dark, you must hide indoors.
Could there be triangular heads blocking the way in the turbulence?
Come to think of it, this time coming here, it really seems I was blocked by a "triangle."
You never know what the old professor is thinking, randomly combining various elements, while Fu Qian, with full demeanor, nodded, then moved past the welcomers into the interior of the Dark Sanctuary.
Wait a minute—are they really Dark Sanctuary warriors?
And when the scene unfolded in front of him, even a well-experienced person like Professor Fu couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
Sitting or standing, apart from Lisa, the other two figures had their faces thoroughly covered by masks, and one even had their hair wrapped with a special crown, exposing only a pair of eyes.
If this is a rescue attempt, it’s a bit too blatant, isn’t it?
It’s not just a matter of flamboyant style anymore; anyone seeing such a setup is bound to raise their level of vigilance.
Scanning the room, Fu Qian confirmed that the other two were also women, while silently sighing.
He had wanted to say it earlier: if this is truly aimed at me, it should theoretically be a top-secret rescue operation.
However, it was already within Yuan Shan’s expectations, not to mention the operations were quite bold.
The car at the checkpoint could be understood as a means to lure the enemy, and Professor Lisa’s public appearance could be explained by how few people know her.
Now, walking into the room with two characters dressed like this inside, it’s a bit difficult to smooth things over.
It leads one to lean toward Chief Yuan’s second speculation, namely, that it’s not a rescue but rather a silencing mission.
Not to mention it’s eerily similar to the classic double-agent trope.
For instance, that slender figure with only the face covered—even from a distance, Fu Qian could recognize at a glance that it was his lab assistant, Miss Liushuang.
On the contrary, the one standing there looked somewhat unfamiliar, unless even the shape of the eyes had been altered, otherwise it didn’t resemble anyone from the Academy whom he knew.
"Sit over there."
Not only Fu Qian, but others also seemed to be making assessments about the scene in front of them.
After her gaze lingered on both of them, Wen Li didn’t act in haste but instead gestured toward the long table in the center for Fu Qian to join.
...
What a pity, there was no insignia of Lord Stomach or the like.
Sitting down within the slightly familiar arrangement, Fu Qian looked around.
Regrettably, he didn’t find the emblem resembling a Finger Ball emblem that he saw earlier in the White Head Holy Church.
Even the hanging drapes from above were absent, leaving the interior somewhat barren.
Overall, except for its overly oppressive tone and the candlelight barely cast before being devoured, it was more down-to-earth compared to that white version.
In fact, right there on the table, he could see more than one glass of red liquid giving off an alcoholic scent.
Still drinks available?
Even with the recovery of normal human physiology, Fu Qian could still easily confirm that the blood-like liquid was wine, seemingly of good quality.
Holy communion, perhaps?
Even if there was no food other than the wine, it nonetheless made Fu Qian ponder.
Regardless of anything else, it matched the current atmosphere quite well, with participants harboring their own thoughts.
Though one must admit, there was also a touch of absurdity in it.
For example, of the original three people, two had their faces covered, making it hard to associate with eating or drinking.
"Would you like a glass?"
At this point, Professor Lisa, who had followed along, seemed to notice Fu Qian’s actions and suddenly asked.
"Were you drinking wine just now?"
Feeling his vocal cords responding, Fu Qian realized Wen Li had no intention to prevent this level of conversation, and he casually asked out of curiosity.
"To be precise, it was just me. They seem not to fancy things dug up in a place like this."
Lisa shook her head, sat directly across from him, and gestured toward a wine bottle in the corner.
Now that’s quite bold.
Looking at the dust on it and the label-less bottle, Fu Qian found it quite understandable.
This objectively bootleg product, rumored to have been directly dug up from the "Dark Sanctuary," requires a certain level of acceptance to drink it with peace of mind.
It was clear that one of the glasses in front of him had indeed been drunk from, seemingly verifying Lisa’s statement.
"But you seem to have only three people?"
Slightly nodding, Fu Qian raised a question.
Because at a glance, it was clear that there were four metal goblets.
"It’s simple, I poured all the wine from the bottle out, thinking maybe someone would share a drink."
Lisa seemed to think it wasn’t an issue, explaining with a slight regret.
"It’s a pity, though both of them came in successively, neither seemed thirsty—do you want to try it?"
As she spoke, she even appeared to carefully select a goblet, eventually pushing one over.
"Sure."
Fu Qian looked down at the increasingly rich fruity aroma, cheerfully consenting while reaching to take it.
But then, the action of tilting it to his mouth suddenly froze, followed by an inability to proceed.
"It does look like excellent wine."
The reason was simple; in that moment, his entire arm experienced the same sensation as his vocal cords, as if it no longer existed.
Then, slender, fair fingers pinched it, gently taking the goblet away.
Wen Li, whose expression hadn’t changed, swirled her wrist, watching for a moment as the wine rippled before finally placing it back on the table and gesturing towards the window.
"But it’s not dinnertime yet."