Artificial Core of Existence (III)
He had quite an appetite, didn't he?
Though she'd only said a few words, the scene Claire had described was certainly bizarre.
Her tone and expression, even the hairs standing up across her skin, conveyed her feelings with remarkable vividness.
Imagine waking in the middle of the night, blinking groggily into the darkness, and finding no one beside you.
Then, as your eyes adjust, you see your other half squatting on the floor, holding a cat and licking it until its fur is slick and smooth—with his eyes still closed...
Claire had done well just to hold herself together and come out to seek help.
After all, she'd moved about so calmly that her "discovery" probably hadn't been discovered. In other words, she must have managed not to scream.
And her choice of whom to seek help from after leaving home once again proved the caliber of this mysterious sacred city.
If something similar had happened in Shangjing, she would most likely have gone straight to Chief Yuan—even though Claire really should have sought out the Night Watchers.
Licking. That was the name of the item involved in this mission, and Fu Qian remembered it clearly.
For Claire to show up and describe such a fitting scene—if there were no connection between the two, that would be too much of a coincidence.
Her dear husband had most likely been affected by Supernatural Power. This wasn't something that could be solved by drawing a card or casting a divination.
Fortunately, that wasn't Fu Qian's forte anyway.
He'd immediately concluded that something was wrong, but his overly calm reaction had clearly been misread by Claire. She thought he doubted her story was true.
"I know this is hard to believe, and you may even think I was