Chapter 1873 - 1868: Seedbed of Vessels (23)

Chapter 1873: Chapter 1868: Seedbed of Vessels (23)

Hmph, is there anything I cannot do?

Even the Wanderer searching for his wife finds it hard to remain calm, evident by the shock of his discovery.

As for what exactly was discovered?

Fu Qian adjusted his only remaining left shoulder, appearing as though his injuries were just healed, stretching his muscles and bones.

In fact, that’s precisely the case; losing an arm is one thing, but the unique accumulation of ghost claw attacks on his body had been cleared.

All around his feet, whether ice or rock, everything seemed to be tainted with an air of desecration—

Fu Qian did the same action as the Wanderer, radiating that unique accumulation from his transformed wound.

"Did you go to the Abyss to look for your wife?"

Ignoring the Wanderer’s shock, Fu Qian continued with another question in the next moment.

Yes, the key lies in the Abyss.

As his wound disappeared earlier, Fu Qian pondered where that hint of familiarity, aside from madness and corruption, came from.

And as the Wanderer traveled along and activated his aura of pain, Fu Qian finally thought of the answer.

...

The place he had gone during his initial task with Henry the Cow Cat.

Ultimately, he threw it into the mouth of a frog, which appeared calm but was like an embodiment of the Abyss, essentially endless twisted madness.

On one hand, this quality was familiar, and as his wounds healed, the unique accumulation seemed to bring him closer to that place.

One could not help but say it resembled the Ashen Ring, no longer being killed, but being accumulated toward some special place.

And from that point, Fu Qian realized that this Wandering Knight had quite the connection with the Abyss.

So much so that when the Wanderer approached, radiating pain, Fu Qian neither dodged nor resisted, just attentively savoring the changes.

Don’t forget the Brilliant Tyrant was the reward from that Abyss journey.

Simply being drawn closer to the Abyss can feel familiar but shouldn’t feel intimate.

Therefore, Fu Qian’s first thought was the aura he activated.

Could it be that under such circumstances, he too has developed a connection with the Abyss?

If so, learning a bit from the Wanderer might yield more harvest.

The academic spirit isn’t just talked about casually.

And facts prove that hard work does pay off.

After thoroughly savoring the pain radiated by the Wanderer, Fu Qian maintained that feeling, guided it slightly, and then sent it out.

And the power of this knowledge undoubtedly brought shock.

This character, no less challenging than the White-Hot Knight, now posed far less threat.

The mere power of Abyssal creatures dares to challenge a leader in academia.

"No... she wouldn’t go there."

Sure enough, the next moment, the Wandering Knight regained his composure, even the death claw in his hand vanished.

Regarding Fu Qian’s question, his answer seemed very confident.

...

"Indeed, that place isn’t very habitable.

"So, have you been searching for her many years?"

Agreeing deeply with the Wanderer’s words, Fu Qian didn’t doubt, observing him and continued to ask.

"Many years."

Sure enough, his wife being deemed his only light, the already calm Wanderer now sounded somewhat wistful.

"So, what year is it today?"

Not focusing on more emotional gossip, after initially chatting about the weather, Fu Qian suddenly shifted the topic to time.

"Strange... I don’t remember what year it is, but... those things inside look somewhat strange, including the prisoner’s clothing."

Unfortunately, after a brief thought, the Wanderer just shook his head and commented, without any embarrassment.

Dare to say, do take a look at yourself first, okay?

Fu Qian almost instantly internally retorted.

The Wanderer didn’t know the current year, yet Fu Qian wasn’t particularly surprised.

The Plague Knight showed nothing, while the White-Hot Knight’s appearance was overly Transcendent, only this third knight looked most humanoid.

Thus, Fu Qian first referenced the other’s attire.

The conclusion had a sense of age, even complementing the style before this building was renovated.

And this discovery made Fu Qian’s guesses about the knights’ origins ever more inclined.

Could it be that they not only possess personal consciousness and are non-Puppet creations, they weren’t summoned from a particular corner of this world today, but are projections from an earlier point in history?

This led to the next question.

Only a pity that from the Wanderer’s reaction, aside from the obsession to find his wife, his self-awareness seemed not very complete.

"Can you help me find her?"

Besides, the Wanderer didn’t seem too eager to continue this Q&A game, as he stared straight ahead in the next moment.

"It’s unlikely, what’s your wife’s name?"

Admitting if it were a historical figure’s projection, the likelihood of the target being Lanina wasn’t high, Fu Qian didn’t make empty promises.

"I don’t remember... But once you see her, you’ll surely know she’s my wife."

And the fact proved the Wanderer was indeed unrestrained, continuing to shake his head after brief consideration.

Count yourself bold.

Fu Qian once again praised internally, continuing without blinking.

"I can only tell you, besides that hint of femininity from the prison earlier, there’s another woman here, only hidden."

...

Tailored teaching, knowing people and employing them well.

Whether being an academic leader or an expert, these are essential professional qualities.

Why, with such precious time, hasn’t he swiftly executed this third knight and instead indulged in tedious chatter?

Simple, he’s in pursuit of something.

The Wanderer mentioned finding a woman in his self-introduction.

Coincidence, so am I.

Even if unaware of being an Apocalypse Knight, even if a temporary projection from long-gone history, he is, after all, the virgin’s Apocalypse Knight.

If anything could have a deeper connection with the presumably hidden Lanina, it would be none other than these four who descended.

Among these, the third-ranked Wanderer even bears a remarkable obsession.

For such talent, why not seize moments to identify exploitable points?

"Hidden... you haven’t seen her?"

And clearly, the above statement succeeded in capturing the Wanderer’s attention, as his gaze was alight.

"Haven’t seen her. Her name is Lanina, which is why I asked for your wife’s name... Also, I’m looking for her."

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian’s response was strikingly honest.

"If you haven’t seen her, then it’s possible."

In response, the Wanderer even pulled down his hood, speaking straightforwardly.

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