Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1435 - 1433 Artificial Existence Core (3)

Such a good appetite?

Though only a few lines, the picture painted by esteemed client Claire is undeniably quite intriguing.

Considering the tone, expression, and even the morning chill rising on the skin, the emotions are conveyed extremely vividly.

Imagine waking up in a daze at midnight, eyes blurry in the darkness, and finding there is no one beside you.

Amid confusion, you stare attentively only to see your other half squatting on the ground, holding a cat and licking it thoroughly, eyes still closed...

Mrs. Claire managing to come out and look for help is already quite good.

After all, such ease of action likely means her "discovery" hasn’t been discovered, meaning she probably held back from screaming out loud at that moment.

And her choice of who to ask for help after coming out clearly proves the value of the Mysterious Sanctum City again.

If something like this were to happen in Shangjing, it’s more likely she’d be looking for Chief Yuan — although Claire indeed should seek the Night Watchman.

Licking, the name of the mission item this trip; Fu Qian remembers clearly.

Mrs. Claire came looking, depicting such a fitting scene; if there’s no connection therein, it would be too far-fetched.

Her dear husband clearly seems very likely influenced by Transcendent forces, not something solved by drawing a card or divination.

Good thing we aren’t skilled in those.

Though determining so instantly, unfortunately, Fu Qian’s overly calm demeanor was clearly misinterpreted by Claire in reverse — she thought he was questioning the credibility of her narrative.

"I know it’s hard to believe; you might even suspect I was sleep-drowsy, but please trust, I’d rather it had been a Nightmare then—"

"I believe you."

Sadly, before she could finish emphasizing, Fu Qian was already nodding unflinchingly.

...

Claire’s expression seemed momentarily somewhat doubtful instead.

"Think I shouldn’t be so calm? It appears you don’t quite understand our profession."

"Or perhaps the many second-rate figures you’ve encountered have given you some sort of misunderstanding?"

Casually pushing the business card under his palm in front of the client, Fu Qian sighed and gestured around. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Then to your eyes, why is this place decorated like this?"

...

This question clearly left Claire in contemplative silence, her gaze stagnant on the business card ahead.

Not just the room; even this item clearly doesn’t match the identity of a Spirit Media.

"On one hand, I don’t need those things to signify professionalism; on the other, bizarre scenes beyond your description, I’ve seen too many, to the point I’d rather see more normal things."

Still possessing service awareness, Fu Qian eventually did not further trouble the customer’s brain cells, casually stating the reason.

Just as previously said, to stand out, extreme maneuvers are required.

From earlier till now, this resolute contrast marketing strategy seems finally to be flowering, establishing a professional image in the customer’s mind.

"Understood, looks like I made a right choice today."

Taking a deep breath, Claire’s face relaxed somewhat, her willingness to communicate rose another notch.

"Actually, my purpose today is quite simple — just want to know what’s wrong with my husband, and is there a way to help him?"

"Without him knowing?"

"Yes... although I haven’t talked to him formally, but I believe with his personality, he absolutely wouldn’t cooperate."

Claire paused, admitting this stringent condition.

It indeed seemed as previously said, she located here by concealing her own discovery.

"That would certainly complicate things... Did you bring some of his personal belongings?"

Slightly nodding, despite discussing the difficulty, Fu Qian showed no sign of distress, after brief contemplation asked.

"Yes..."

This display indeed gave Claire a bit of confidence, the latter quickly opened her carry-on bag, handing over a shiny wristwatch.

"He often wears this one, does it help, sir?"

...

Apparently not worrying about affording the fees.

With just a glance, one could see the item presented was valuable, yet Fu Qian did not take a second look.

"It’s useless."

This was not spoken blindly; the item belonging to that cat-licker holds its sole value for Fu Qian to check for any traces of Transcendent power.

The truth is he had already sensed it the first time, the result being Claire possessed no signs of such traces whatsoever.

Deliberately mentioned now to first verify she indeed brought something belonging to her husband, and secondly to lay some emotional groundwork for further exchange.

"...Ah?"

Under excessive straightforward denial, Claire seemed somewhat flustered.

"This item means nothing to me; better provide some more information about your husband, you mentioned discovering him doing such not just once, how many times altogether? When was the earliest?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian was already too lazy to explain the reason, directly asked further.

"If it solely pertains to me... the frequency is actually quite high; ever since we got married, he seems to have some special... hobby in this area."

The results showed that after previous efforts to achieve proper ambiance, the other party finally comfortably shared some intimate matters.

While answering, Claire’s face even slightly blushed.

"Initially, I understood it perhaps as something to do with age... although he’s always physically fit."

"Yet, he’s never been as extreme as this time—it’s like any living being at home would ignite his intense interest..."

"Yesterday was already the third consecutive night I found him doing such things."

Mrs. Claire is not exactly aging; this couple turns out to be old-young pairing.

"Is it merely licking, no other actions?"

Fu Qian momentarily seemed thoughtful.

"... No, while pretending to sleep, I once feared he’d tear into me as food, genuinely felt his body tremble with excitement."

Claire shook her head.

"But aside from the seemingly endless drool, he ultimately left nothing on me—not even any teeth marks."

"By the way, during this period, he exhibits excessive possessiveness; although it’s normal interaction, he gets very upset whenever I talk with others."

"Understood, so what’s your husband’s name?"

"Lek."

After slight hesitation, Claire nonetheless briefly revealed a name.

[Current mission updated]

And almost simultaneously, a prompt unexpectedly sounded in the ear.

[Achieve containment prerequisites; eradicate the source of the plague completely, ensuring no contamination]