Chapter 2441: Chapter 2436: The Prophet Is Dead (47)

"Welcome!"

Politeness truly is contagious, as Fu Qian’s greeting quickly received a response.

Although he didn’t turn around, the Clown who was lying there had already greeted warmly.

Not only that, but he also casually pulled out a square box and pushed it aside, gesturing for Fu Qian to sit down and chat.

The size was about right, but it looked like it was made of paper, with red and white stripes and a classic surprise box design, as if a head might pop out at any moment to startle you.

However, that did fit the Clown’s style, even evoking thoughts of that black bag used for kidnapping earlier.

"Thank you."

Casually, Fu Qian sat down alongside the Clown, gazing forward together to recreate a scene that had once happened by the lake behind the gate.

"I thought you would check the gates first."

It’s comforting to note that, compared to Prophet Yuan Fang, the Clown seemed more willing to communicate.

Immediately, he expressed curiosity about Fu Qian’s actions, revealing himself as a member of the crime syndicate.

After all, it’s a simple logic, how would the Clown know where Fu Qian had been around the gate?

Unless, like Akasha or the Death Angel earlier, he could monitor the entire process.

"What’s the point? To watch a group fight to get in?"

Fu Qian didn’t mind, feeling merely the satisfaction of reuniting with an old friend.

Although regarding himself, the old friend might only remember the memory of getting shot in the head.

As for first checking the gate?

Fu Qian hadn’t forgotten, nor was he in a hurry, he just found it boring.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing his response, the Clown finally turned his head.

"How do you know if you didn’t go?"

...

Truly an old friend.

Despite the colors on his face being brighter and the makeup exaggerated, Fu Qian was sure that the features under the makeup matched his memory.

Let’s not forget he had watched the Clown peel his face with a knife, analyzing where the technique could improve.

Resulting in an excessive understanding of features and bone structure.

"So what can they still do? After guarding for so long, there should be some gains, right?"

Seeing the face without cuts, Fu Qian found it odd for a moment, casually asking.

"With movement at the gate, for the Demigods still able to move, the safest option is to flee and see the situation.

"But with Momentum being unfavorable and acting like that, wouldn’t they lose the advantage gained from their initial investment and end up as mere Clowns?"

Without shying away from using the title of his old friend as a metaphor, Fu Qian easily empathized with the native Demigods’ mindset.

"Better to take the risk for a head start, jump through the gate, easily calculated... in my view, the Demigods lurking in that building would likely have a low proportion opting to run out."

Yet, he held no disdain, as everyone was in it for the mix, and pros and cons were easy to discern.

Fu Qian, however, found it too tiresome, even imagining the scene wasn’t amusing.

"You overestimate them; precisely speaking, not one would... many follow like ducks."

But the Clown was less polite, surprised by Fu Qian’s open and easy chat, and then began sharp commentary.

Quack——

While speaking in metaphors, the Clown produced a yellow rubber duck, squeezing it to make a not-so-similar quacking sound.

...

Brother Clown’s tools have indeed become diverse; this is the advantage of having team support?

Seeing yet another item conjured from thin air, not just the killer advertisement sign from before, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in astonishment.

This confirmed that monitoring the interior of the building wasn’t just a guess, and it was clear who had packed up the Lord under their noses.

If more evidence was needed, one could just look at the water.

Unlike the lake behind the gate, which had become a cauldron, the Wise Lake before them hadn’t changed much, with sufficient water and a mirror-like surface.

Splash!

While commenting, the Clown tossed the rubber duck in, creating slight ripples.

As the ripples reached a certain point, they were obstructed, revealing the shape of something wrapped in darkness...

This was indeed caught with evidence, clearly taken after the Lord was packed and thrown into the lake, without even releasing the person.

It’s easy to identify the outline, and the Thread of Concern pointed directly to the bag.

Yet, strong as the Lord was, he seemed severely restrained, huddled and unmoving, not making a sound.

Dominant!

Imagining that scene, Fu Qian could feel the carefree attitude among it.

The only issue was that the Clown, who performed this stunning act, hadn’t even reached Demigod status.

Indeed, after embracing Darkness, his gains seemed to only reflect in tools, with no personal enhancement.

Even after experiencing Ashfall, it was the same.

In the blink of an eye, the black, white, and gray finally consumed the lakeside, enveloping their location.

And Fu Qian, radar under his gaze, noted the Clown’s ranking remained unchanged.

Chaos agents had levels too, and Brother Clown had moved beyond mundane pursuits.

"Why not release him? You’re supposed to be on the same side, right?"

Fortunately, Fu Qian didn’t mind the earlier act of snatching food from a tiger’s mouth, advocating for the Lord’s rights.

"Honestly, I hope not; his performance is embarrassing."

With no denial, at that moment, the Clown shook his head, making bizarre facial expressions as if imitating something—

"I look forward to your methods! Fool of unparalleled idiocy!"

Even with the voice not quite right, it was recognizable as scenes of the Lord previously brimming with arrogance.

Now, as the Clown repeated, the sarcasm was thick, with no concern for whether the person involved could hear or if it might upset peace.

"Too dull... these Demigods lack the will to match their forms, more repulsive than those they find weak."

Fortunately, even as Ashfall swept over, adding an anomalous texture to the lake, the black bag remained silent.

"In short, if it wasn’t a requirement, I’d have no interest in looking at him."

The Clown soon stopped mimicking, as if eager to spit out rotten stuff tasted in the mouth.

"I understand, so who’s asking?"

Fu Qian, sympathetically attuned, naturally followed up with the question.

"The Death Angel, haven’t you been looking for him?"

The Clown blinked.

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