Is this the thing that releases the Blood God Curse?
Looking over the spoils in his hand, Fu Qian thought silently.
He had reached that conclusion for two reasons. First, the item was clearly of a very high tier. Second, even under these circumstances, the chaotic paint on it made him feel uncomfortable just looking at it.
"Blessings, blessings. Since I've seen you off, I should bear the karmic consequences."
He pressed his palms together. After contentedly putting away the talisman, Fu Qian took a banknote from his cash and left it on the table to cover their afternoon tea.
Once everything was done, Fu Qian put on his mask, picked up the birdcage, and went out the door before the Night Watchers arrived.
He hadn't turned into Marco just because he had some weird fetish.
As things stood, this mission was an extremely tight squeeze.
And everyone knew that when you were pushing the limits, every detail had to be perfect.
Since avoiding a clash with Camus was impossible, the question was how to minimize his wariness and kill him in one strike, while preserving as much of the spoils as possible.
Without a doubt, Marco's face was perfect for the job.
Hmph, what a bunch of country bumpkins!
Was it really so strange for a retired old man to stroll around with a cage?
As Fu Qian walked on from the coffee shop, he soon attracted plenty of curious looks from passersby.
Some of them were even Transcendents.
The mask itself was fine, but the birdcage in his hand was rather over the top.
Fu Qian didn't care in the slightest. After looking down on them, he continued on his way with an easy stride.
In the end, it turned out that with the revelry about to