Chapter 2443: Chapter 2438: The Prophet Is Dead (49)
The reason Clown appeared here was simply to delay time.
Death Angel was performing some crucial actions, needing him to cover in this manner.
Itâs easy to conclude from Clownâs declaration that the utilitarian aspect makes this long-awaited reunion somewhat poignant.
However, actions speak louder than words, Fu Qian still cherishes this interaction and without hesitation, initiated the next topic.
For Brother Ah Wei, this is not strange at all; itâs quite normal.
The earlier question-and-answer session with Clown seemed extravagant but was essentially a real discussion.
From the information Clown shared, one can deduce that Ah Wei, this Death Angel, is not simple.
Itâs hard to say if itâs because of his superior ranking or due to the profound imbuing he received at the time.
Compared to Black Doctor, Lord, or even Akasha, those Demigods who could only passively seize opportunities amidst the tide of the times, Ah Weiâs realm is clearly a notch higher.
He can not only perceive othersâ opportunities, but also subtly manipulate them, leading youngsters astray without realizing theyâre working for himâisnât there a certain deja vu?
At that moment, Fu Qian easily associated it with the Greedy Worms of Shangjing.
Led by Laurie, the Greedy Worms always positioned themselves as hidden manipulators, recruiting young talents for pyramid schemes and feasting on carrion.
Unbeknownst to them, there was another person continuously feeding off them.
Even enjoying privileges without bearing responsibilities.
The damage transmission that the Greedy Worms feared most couldnât affect Ah Wei at all.
If not for his excessive confidence and active appearance then, he would be hard to catch.
Overall, compare that with the current situationâhow similar?
Brother Ah Wei clearly understands the path of not forgetting oneâs original intention.
Only this time, the exploited ones are switched to the Aboriginals of Unseen Hillock.
Along with that comes a small questionâwhy lower his realm proactively to form a small team?
Lurking behind and enjoying secretly is addicting, and to Fu Qian, given Ah Weiâs character, he wouldnât do something pointless.
Considering Clownâs various bizarre behaviors just now, including but not limited to lounging here, meeting himself without attacking or fleeing, completely unaware of secrecy...
Certainly fitting Clownâs style, but the purpose of delaying time is still too evident.
Leading to the conclusion that the answer seems apparentâAh Wei organized this team not to advance the plan smoothly, but as an extra firewall against potential threats.
...
Isnât this awareness of danger excessively strong? Created by oneâs own shadow?
In silent reflection, Fu Qian even self-examined a bit.
Perhaps not so narcissistic to think Ah Weiâs actions are solely to guard against himself, but frankly, there should be a considerable portion.
Donât forget he came to this place entirely thanks to Fu Qian, and itâs natural to worry about Fu Qianâs reappearance at any moment.
Moreover, the interesting part is Clownâs mindset; knowing Ah Weiâs intentions yet gleefully becomes cannon fodder.
Very good and abstract.
Indeed, every meeting in life is backed by considerable fate and fortune.
"Donât blame me for not reminding you, your time is limited."
Clearly understanding the real purpose yet chatting enthusiastically, even now wanting to continue.
At that moment, facing Fu Qianâs response, Clown seemed to empathize somewhat with the irony of life.
And indeed sat back while not forgetting to kindly remind.
"How much?"
Fu Qian remained as natural as nature, seamlessly addressing the topic.
"Not sure, but this lake is an important node; after a certain time, âEternal Nightâ can complete even without needing to cover the entire city."
Clownâs response remained forthright, directing his fingers to the grand momentum.
"Agree to a certain extent."
Fu Qian nodded slightly, his gaze resting on the increasingly transparent lake water.
In talk, the scope of Ashfall could be seen covering the entire Wise Lake, and some peculiar scenes followedâlike the figures beneath the water.
Indeed, though vague, identifiable as the scene previously seen in a large cauldron.
Layer upon layer, individual after individual, covered in gray humanoid figures quietly sleeping within, like the last ember of a world.
The lake water was not only becoming transparent, but both sides of the door seemed to be overlapping in a special way.
"Time indeed appears scarceâso, do you know whoâs crying?"
Recognizing Clownâs statement, Fu Qian returned to the original question without blinking.
...
"Youâre really tenacious, why so sure I know?"
Fu Qianâs actions looked somewhat laid-back; fortunately, Clown wasnât the kind to get anxious for others, and in the next moment eagerly engaged in conversation.
"Because your time-delaying work is well done."
Fu Qian casually praised.
"Regardless of the specific method, the result is that youâve perfectly dragged time all the way to now, without even receiving any damage yourself, no one but you on the Unseen Hillock could achieve this."
Not an undeserved compliment; why did Clown ramble all this way, nearly selling organizational secrets without anyone stopping him?
Perhaps itâs because Death Angel is busy, but everyone in this business never just looks at appearances.
The reason Clown could do this blatantly is that this is his way of delaying himself.
Yes, exchanging information for time.
Clownâs actions appeared nonsensical, but the thought process was always clear.
From the previous performances, people could know that trying to stop him by force would be difficult.
Ultimately, entrusted with great responsibility, Clown chose this form to complete the workâIâll tell you my plan and use the time you need to listen to carry it out.
If you weigh and find it worthwhile, naturally youâll sit quietly and listen.
It depends if the people involved agree that "Sharpening the axe wonât delay the work of chopping firewood."
"Given the critical time now, I suppose even if you donât know, His Excellency Death Angel will likely tell you, inviting you to share with me."
Fu Qian seemed to favor the sharpening theory, adding reasons cheerfully, even involving Ah Wei.
Even if itâs hard to assume Clown knows everything, one could still trouble Death Angel to forward information here personally.
Such behavior of tightening oneâs own throttling rope unexpectedly makes one quite anticipating.
"I donât know what sheâs called...but theoretically everyone should call her Mother."
Proving true, after Clown stared at this side for a moment, he really provided an answer.
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