Strange, but sensible.
In the abandoned hotel, with the stolen car still running, Fu Qian listened as the old man behind him reached the final item on his Wish List. For a moment, he felt rather moved.
It was strange that a supernatural being at the Intermediate Tier would calmly accept death, instead of wishing to live for another few hundred years.
But it also made perfect sense. It was a Wish List, after all. Death was about as fitting a final item as you could get.
Even the manner of death was easy to sympathize with.
To pass away peacefully in one's sleep was a decent enough ending for most lives.
"So what do you need me to do?"
While approving inwardly, Fu Qian remembered that he was the man's hired help and took the initiative to ask what the old man had planned for this final item.
"You can stay in the car... Sorry, I can't tell you more, because I don't trust you."
Katon's reply was exactly the same as it had been the last time they were here.
Perhaps because the end was near, the old man even apologized earnestly this time, then added an explanation.
Of course, with death approaching, he was starting to speak less tactfully. He admitted outright that he was suspicious of Fu Qian.
"This really wasn't part of my plan, but like I said over coffee, the way you've acted has made me think this might work out just fine.
"And believe me, as long as you sit here, you'll be helping me."
Oh?
There was no denying the old man's sincerity was touching. He was increasingly like a venerable elder offering earnest advice before going to his death.
He had even given Fu Qian high praise for his conduct.