So the painting was most likely still where it had been.
While the discussion about the commission shocked everyone, Amira's answer naturally brought to Fu Qian's mind a dimly lit corner.
Given all the things he'd done, it wasn't strange for the Church to take some reactive measures. His question just now hadn't been because he was especially dedicated to his work; he'd only wanted to confirm the situation at the art gallery.
If they'd taken the painting away and sealed it up, then shutting the gallery down entirely would have been rather unnecessary.
In the end, the Church still believed the painting was nothing special.
"What about my pay?"
Although he was quite satisfied with the outcome, Fu Qian hadn't forgotten to focus on the vulgar matter of money.
"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about that."
As Amira fell silent, the Templar Lady beside her proved more seasoned, letting out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Simon will come with us. Amira and Reginald, head back first. I'll contact you if I need anything."
Fivell added this, too. Though he was speaking to the three members of his team, Fu Qian could smell the strong hint of hostility directed at him.
As expected, they were planning to cut him off from outside communication, minimizing the chance of secrets getting out. They'd even cut off the Templar Lady's mocking remarks.
There was a chance he'd been allowed to talk with Amira to see what he might let slip.
With that in mind, Fu Qian gave a word of praise and, to humor them, refrained from snapping back.
"Remember what I said."
Apparently sensing his cooperation, Fivell's expression eased a little, but he still made sure to remind Amira and Reginald.
"Please, Apostle."
Sure enough, in the half hour