No matter which explanation it was, time seemed to be running short.
After all, thirteen missions amounted to just over three weeks of work.
What would happen after that? Would a sword of judgment really fall from the sky?
Honestly, that was starting to sound a little like needless worrying.
Fu Qian had always believed in seeking truth from facts and avoiding the mystical route whenever possible.
Based on the signs before him alone, it was truly difficult to determine what the Warehouse was subtly trying to convey through this mission.
The reason he was so sensitive to those dates, and why he had expectations for the final mission summary, was mainly because what they represented was somewhat serious.
Unfortunately, even with the exploration progress advancing this far, the Warehouse still had not left a single word about it.
Of course, looking on the bright side, even if there really was some hidden meaning, perhaps it was saving up a surprise for him.
For instance, if he endured another thirteen days or thirteen missions, perhaps he could officially become a partner, leave frontline work behind, and find other workhorses to exploit.
He was not too disappointed for the moment, and Fu Qian quickly shifted his attention to the special reward.
Mainly because that name was simply too famous.
Annalise's lie—could it belong to that Blood Clan Progenitor?
If so, the subtlety of this mission would rise by another level.
``` [Name: Annalise's Lie]
[Type: Weapon]
[A long glove from the true Crimson Moon, Blood Clan Progenitor Annalise.
Black yet noble, it could cling snugly all the way to the elbow, soft with even a trace of warmth.
After wearing it, you may snap your fingers once per day, causing a Rose of Lies to bloom in your palm.
Once gifted