The Fallen Guest Empire (22)
As the second faction he had high hopes for, figuring out how to communicate with the Nightmare Guards in the shortest possible time had been a top priority for Fu Qian ever since he set out.
After all, as an anomaly among anomalies who had just brutally killed twice in a row, he had made a rather poor first impression.
Fortunately, as an expert well versed in breaking the ice, Fu Qian had spent a few breaths devising several contingency plans for the Nightmare Guards' possible forms before entering the lake.
And as the saying went, fortune favored the prepared. In the end, Frankie and the others were almost in the best possible state for communication that he could have imagined.
They gave the impression of being something like this city's secret underground guard.
The kind who lived like ordinary people until the crucial moment, when they transformed to fight monsters.
And thanks to the air of mystery he had worked so hard to cultivate from the start, they seemed eager to talk, and it even sounded like they had their demonstration props ready.
"You've got plenty of people on your side!"
Caught in the middle of them, Fu Qian followed Frankie and the others down while looking around.
As mentioned earlier, though this building beneath the lake was a little crude, it was undeniably vast.
They had descended to a depth of perhaps half the West District church, though the space was gradually narrowing.
Along the way, the Nightmare Guards, dressed in ordinary clothes just like the others, kept greeting the four of them before turning their attention to him.
"Don't worry. They won't do anything without orders."
Though Frankie seemed unsure whether Fu Qian was really worried about that, he still gave