Chapter 1871 - 1866: Artifact Seedbed (21)

Chapter 1871: Chapter 1866: Artifact Seedbed (21)

The depletion is indeed considerable, fortunately, we’ve always had the good habit of not wearing rings in easily damaged parts of the body.

Descending once more, ahead is an unseen path.

And Fu Qian, who canceled the Blood Conquest and even the Decree Residue, immediately inspected himself.

After battling two Apocalypse Knights, especially the second one who was genuinely a Second Phase, and choosing not to evade constantly to experience their abilities, he inevitably paid some price.

The right hand won’t grow back for now, but at least no items were lost.

Besides, there’s one obviously bad news: the progress of the Crimson Frenzy has sprinted forward.

At this moment, the burning sensation is quite apparent, even the blood lines on the back of the hand are visible.

Using a progress bar as an indicator, it’s akin to the time when Ms. Jil rescued someone from the prison.

Indeed, it’s not suitable to strain oneself or engage in activities like killing or dismemberment when feeling unwell.

However, if Crimson Frenzy is indeed the initial source of this event, then as a significant figure, Lanina likely has some close connection to it.

With the curse deepening, theoretically, it might increase the chance of perceiving her.

This was initially one of the considered approaches, though now it’s only a backup plan—because it seems the third Apocalypse Knight has arrived.

Fu Qian looked up at the prison door before him.

The surroundings matched the previous predictions; after the White-hot Knight fell, the stars, indeed like fluorescence, pervaded every place.

Moreover, inside the prison ahead, there was no Crimson Angel hatching and banging against the walls like before.

In the next moment, the heavy metal door was unexpectedly pulled open from inside.

A figure stood there, looking out with an indescribable expression.

Yes, after seeing the non-human Plague Dragon and the unseen face of the splendid Swordsman, this one wasn’t just a living person, but also showing his face.

Brown long hair, a noticeable scar under the left eye, half the face buried under a heavy hood.

"Pleased to meet you, thank you for your efforts."

Facing this clearly formidable appearance, Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged, nodding slightly in greeting.

"Today is a bit chilly."

...

Expressing thanks upon meeting is surely the worldly society.

Unfortunately, the visitor seemed not to understand the terminology much.

Including the weather opening line, which seemed perplexing to comment on.

Although it’s true indeed.

The brother in the prison didn’t rush to say anything, after inspecting up and down, finally his gaze fell on Fu Qian’s feet.

Walking around barefoot in the cold weather is certainly rare.

Especially as the blood circulation looked good, showing no sign of being affected by the cold.

"It is indeed chilly, are you the prisoner here?"

Unperturbed, Fu Qian stood openly allowing the observation, until Hooded Brother finally spoke.

Remarkable, Fu Qian felt quite relieved for a moment.

Step by step, after confirming that the Apocalypse Knights possessed personal consciousness and could understand him, he decisively chose to initiate polite dialogue, finally receiving a rather ideal response.

So why speculate that this was the third knight upon sensing it?

Simply, another High-level Extraordinary.

Not as high as the White-hot Knight, but still significant.

"Yes, and you?"

Fu Qian directly admitted his own identity.

"Supernatural Prisoner?"

Unfortunately, the counterpart didn’t heed his retort, even started inspecting the surroundings while talking.

"Supernatural Prisoner."

Fu Qian didn’t mind answering again.

This was pretty obvious, he was still wearing Fish Scale Armor.

"You can call me the Wanderer."

And his courteous human interaction seemed to pay off, as the person inside took a step out of the prison, introducing himself simultaneously.

Oh, Wanderer?

Fu Qian nodded momentarily, reciprocating the courtesy.

"Sinner."

...

Indeed, this third knight was somewhat unusual.

Having been present for almost a minute now, surprisingly showed no intention of attacking.

"So you’re not a prisoner?"

The term Sinner elicited no reaction; Fu Qian smoothly continued questioning.

There was a reason for coming here.

While exploring below, clearly sensed divinity emerging from nothing, emanating right from this prison room.

"No, I also don’t know why I’m here, but there are indeed prisoner’s clothes inside."

After inspecting around, the Wanderer didn’t rush to act, then spoke some more while nodding, his action appeared quite humanoid.

"Why did you open the door and come out?"

The nutritious answer didn’t prevent Fu Qian from being quite satisfied.

With consciousness enabling communication, it somewhat validated the prior idea that Apocalypse Knights weren’t purely combat puppets; they might be real individuals.

And "I don’t know why I’m here," proves that the summoning ritual didn’t require the knights’ consent, meaning they might not even know they are "Apocalypse Knights."

"The door wasn’t locked."

Facing Fu Qian’s inquiry, the Wanderer naturally responded, his gaze still searching around.

"You came out because it wasn’t locked? Even if it was a staff oversight, it’s not a reason for your action."

Facing this awareness of rules, Fu Qian maintained a serious expression.

"Because I am looking for a woman."

Unfortunately, the Wanderer seemed quite oblivious, answering straightforwardly.

This reason was indeed somewhat realistic.

"Who are you looking for?"

Fu Qian contemplated briefly.

"My wife."

...

"I have searched for her for many years but couldn’t find her."

His body moved to dodge the cutting effect from two stars transitioning from bright to dark, as the Wanderer inspected, seemingly growing more interested in this place, spoke proactively without waiting for Fu Qian to ask further.

"But just now, in my chaos, I smelled the scent of a woman, so I tried my best to awaken, then realized the door was open.

"Are you planning to lock me in again? Honestly, I don’t recommend you do so."

This time he spoke quite extensively, detailing his mental journey.

"I’m not interested in doing that."

Furthermore, your open door might have something related to me.

Fu Qian shook his head, holding back the subsequent sentence.

Normally, the prison should be closed; why does it look undamaged yet open?—Simply, someone unlocked it.

The trio seemingly fulfilled their prior promise by attempting to look for Lanina.

The person who opened this door was likely Jill, considering the "woman’s scent."

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