Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 494 - Rosettas Message_1

Chapter 494: Chapter 494 Rosetta’s Message_1

Chapter 494 -494 Rosetta’s Message_1

Theoretically, with this cup in hand, it was very likely that he could collect the hidden items beneath the museum and turn them into Transcendent artifacts with special effects.

If the rank of the item was on par with the Holy Grail used for concealment, then the trip would definitely not be in vain.

Turning the Golden Cup over in his hands, Fu Qian took another look around.

As it turned out, the valuable things in this place had already been scavenged by You Er.

What was left was basically just various decaying dust.

Fu Qian was interested in how the Sect had deduced the patterns on the cup but couldn’t find a single clue.

Luckily, Fu Qian had anticipated this and didn’t feel too disappointed at the moment.

Without staying long, as soon as he confirmed there was nothing valuable left, Fu Qian quickly returned from the underground to You Er’s room and casually restored the entrance to its original state.

After completing all this, he silently left the Monastery.

As expected, entering and exiting, he hadn’t detected Rosetta’s presence in the Monastery.

This amiable lady had most likely been forced to leave the place.

…

Outside, it was already deep night, with myriad stars scattered across the deep blue sky.

Logically, with the artifact in hand, he should undoubtedly head to the museum basement to capture the creatures next.

However, there was a problem.

The key to breaking the Holy Grail, Eternal Clarity Mind, was still in its cooldown period.

And going back directly, and then returning later was naturally impossible.

The destination pinpointed by the “Messenger” was Shangjing; he would have to make another trip when the time came.

So for the next twenty-something hours, he needed to while away the time in this small town.

Of course, killing time was not at all difficult for Fu Qian, who was used to solitude.

Not to mention that the scenery here was truly picturesque.

Hopefully, the people of Bee Monkey City would gradually escape the shadows and enjoy life!

Walking under the starlight on the deserted streets, Fu Qian suddenly had a whimsical idea and rubbed his face with his hand.

The next moment, his features began to change rapidly, soon returning to his original appearance.

Walking through the streets of Bee Monkey City with this visage, the surroundings felt much friendlier all of a sudden.

That’s the importance of relatability!

Fu Qian took a breath of the slightly cool air and remarked to himself.

It was a pity that the night was deep, and the crazed people had already gone home; the streets were still too quiet.

For such a small town, it was unlikely that any store would stay open this late—Wow!

Fu Qian stopped in his tracks, observing a small shop in the distance casting light, recognizing the messy hair.

Normal people indeed wouldn’t be doing business at this hour, but it seemed a certain abnormal person hadn’t left yet.

Fu Qian walked up to it and pushed the door open.

“Is it you?”

Sitting at a table, deeply engrossed in his work, Bernard heard the sound and noticed the uninvited guest.

After frowning and looking at Fu Qian for a few seconds, his gaze naturally landed on the Golden Cup in his hand.

“Bringing your own cup is a good habit,” Bernard nodded and immediately gestured for Fu Qian to put the cup on the table, then picked up the coffee pot next to him and poured a cup.

“For you.”

Pushing the cup back to Fu Qian, he said tersely.

Hmm?

Although he had met him a few times, Fu Qian was rarely seen being so polite, and he became quite curious for a moment.

“This is from Rosetta.”

Realizing Fu Qian’s confusion, he explained icily.

Oh?

Fu Qian blinked.

“Did you go to the Monastery looking for her?”

“No.”

Bernard shook his head.

“Then how did this come about?”

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Fu Qian picked up the steaming cup, took a sip, and found the taste quite good.

Using a Golden Cup for coffee always seemed a bit too luxurious.

“If you say this was given through dream messaging, that’s really going too far.”

“Dreams?”

Bernard seemed to hear something amusing.

“For us, dreaming and knowing that we’re dreaming is an extremely luxurious feeling.”

“Understood.”

Fu Qian nodded, getting the gist of what the other meant.

The chaos he and Rosetta were in was precisely the absence of what one would call dreams.

However, the tone of the other clearly assumed that he knew something.

“After all these years, she’s finally relaxed a bit.”

Sure enough, the next moment the other rolled his eyes again as if they were dead fish.

“That’s your doing.”

“How do you figure, I’ve been under her care as well.”

Fu Qian smiled modestly.

“Having you go to her was the right choice.”

Bernard bowed his head, speaking to himself.

“The first time I saw you, I felt it – compared to those so-called normal people, you undoubtedly exuded an aura called depravity.”

“Too kind, you’re not bad yourself.”

In the face of such comments, Fu Qian maintained a completely clueless stance, humbly modest.

“Speaking of which, you’ve never met her, how do you know she’s relaxed?”

“If her mindset hadn’t changed, why would she bother to leave this thing for me?”

Bernard swallowed the coffee in one gulp, his tone leisurely.

“The last time I saw her was a long time ago.”

“But we had agreed on some special messaging methods.”

“Like what?”

“Apart from the letters whose reception is always uncertain, there are things like buying a shop, then hiding the key in a specific place, and leaving some information inside the shop.”

What a strange and mystical way of messaging!

Fu Qian looked around the small shop.

“Where do you get the money?”

As he asked the question, he already had a vague answer in mind.

“Gambling.”

Bernard made a gesture.

“In that area, we both have quite remarkable talents, or maybe luck, or maybe superhuman observational skills.”

I freaking knew it!

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by the answer.

Could it be that Rosetta guessed Bernard might come, or even had already arrived, and so decided to leave a little gift for her friend before getting lost?

It seemed her mindset had indeed become a lot more peaceful.

A kind of resignation to fate.

The peculiarities of destiny, according to the previous mission summaries, meant that Bernard and Rosetta, being inherently Transcendents with supernatural abilities, were indeed lucky ones.

If not for the Nightmare Corridor, they would not be suffering as they were now; instead, they would be gloriously distinguished Transcendents.

Of course, the price was that both of their consciousnesses had long been annihilated, replaced by “something” that had grown inside them.

Fu Qian remembered the last time he saw Rosetta, and he sighed inwardly.

This lady, tormented as she was, was fundamentally a kind person.

Bernard said she wasn’t relaxed enough before, and that was true.

But considering her circumstances, there were few who could face them with ease.

Thinking back to the last mission, he still had to thank her for her cooperation.

Unfortunately, when it came to their condition, he was currently helpless to assist.

Perhaps one day, if he learned some Alchemy Technique, he could reset them back to a blank slate and let them return to being Mortals.

If Ms. Rosetta could still come back, that is.