"Not bad."
Looking at Marco's smug, hideous face beneath the hood, Fu Qian gave a noncommittal reply.
It was obvious that the two men who had followed them all this way weren't here to rob them. Someone had hired them.
That wasn't all that surprising. On his way to the Old Seminary earlier, he'd run into something similar, and had been curious about it at the time.
It couldn't be that much of a coincidence for two different groups to take an interest in Old Man.
In fact, that was why, after noticing the same thing again, Fu Qian had decided to lead them here.
Still, the revelation that Marco was behind it was shocking enough to make his head hurt.
Given how Marco had acted before, Fu Qian could more or less guess what his motive was.
"Looks like you're doing pretty well. Crow Feather already treated you? I was wondering if it'd affect your ability to move."
Hearing Fu Qian's answer, Marco broke into an exaggerated grin.
To be honest, when he wasn't making faces, he looked fairly human.
Unfortunately, the moment he moved, it was easy to wonder whether there was something hiding beneath that human skin.
"Don't worry. Piece of cake."
Fu Qian sounded utterly confident.
"I've not only been to all the right places, I've even had a good dose of artistic inspiration."
"You mean Phoenix Palace?"
Marco's grin grew even more exaggerated.
"Unless you went somewhere else as well?"
"Oh? Where?"
Still playing dumb, despite knowing better.
Marco sneered at that.
"The Old Seminary. Need I remind you of anywhere else?"
"Can you tell me why you went to a heavily guarded Night Watcher location after confirming the plan?"
"You..."
At last, Fu Qian sounded genuinely shocked.
"You're way too unprofessional!"
"Spying on your