989: Gospel (Six) 989: Gospel (Six) This was indeed the case.
Fu Qian’s statements about the Night Watchman had clearly gained Ji Liushuang’s approval.
If there was indeed something fishy hidden in her instincts, then after being attacked, her family would likely opt to resolve the issue themselves and avoid involving the Night Watchman.
It was indeed a method of verification.
But still, there was that same question: why would this person jeopardize themselves to help her?
And to offer such fitting advice, no less?
He surely couldn’t be trying to reform her in such a way so that she would sincerely help him, could he?
How could someone with such shrewd tactics harbor such naive thoughts!
For a moment, Ji Liushuang felt her intelligence being challenged.
Indeed, she still harbored doubts about his motives!
Making eye contact with Ji Liushuang’s deep, dark eyes, Fu Qian felt a pang of emotion.
In theory, he could simply reveal his identity right then and present himself as a knight of justice coming to assist her.
Despite her suspicions, she would probably not refuse to help, and might even actively assist with the mission.
However, such actions would complicate later explanations of how he could be in two places at once, and her behavior would also dramatically change from being forced to guide to becoming a mole.
Although he had previously expressed little affection for the Ji family, this place was still conceptually a home for her, and there was no need to rush her into making this somewhat cruel decision.
Moreover, currently seeing that Miss Liushuang was extremely intelligent, even if their collaboration was based on coerced interests, the efficiency was not lacking.
…
“Okay, so you’ll make your move wearing this disguise?”
At this point, Ji Liushuang was already considering the details of the operation.
She even unabashedly admired the mask on Fu Qian’s face.
“It really is a wondrous item; you look just like an ordinary person.”
Clearly, she recognized and understood the value of this effect.
“Praise is too kind; it’s bestowed by the Pontiff, convenient for discreet actions,” Fu Qian modestly replied.
“You don’t need to worry about how I’ll intervene, just determine how severe the injuries should appear?”
“… The injuries can be quite severe to enhance the realism, but it would be best not to overly hinder mobility,” Ji Liushuang inhaled sharply and said, clearly having thought this through.
“Understood. It needs to have a strong visual impact,” Fu Qian nodded.
“Leave it to me.”
“As for the location, it could happen on your way back from the Gospel Group.”
Suppressing her own anxieties about her future, Ji Liushuang swiftly moved on to the next topic.
“This way, it can largely prevent you from being excessively interrogated and having your movements restricted.”
“How should I contact you afterwards? Our communication tools might be monitored, after all.”
“It doesn’t need to be that complicated, and just letting it happen nearby is fine, as simply getting turned away from the Gospel Group and having that lead directly to a deadly threat against you would be a bit far-fetched,” Fu Qian waved his hand. Ji Liushuang’s planning was certainly thorough, but she was obviously still too conservative, mainly because she knew nothing about the capabilities of her collaborator.
“What you mean is…”
Ji Liushuang seemed to realize something.
“There can be two victims, one being you and Mr. 233,” said Fu Qian, pointing at himself.
“At this stage, no matter what, this identity’s actions will be limited, so it’s not of much value anymore.”
“There will be a Transcendent wearing a mask, who will rescue you at a critical moment and then take you back to Silver Mist Manor.”
This…
Ji Liushuang had been puzzling over what an untroublesome way to contact would be, never imagining this person would directly want to follow her home.
Was this why he had shown her the mask?
And regarding how to address him, he had straightforwardly given a name…
Instinctively, the feeling of inviting a wolf into one’s house surfaced, accompanied by subconscious worries.
“My mother, she—”
“I already visited a couple of days ago.”
Fu Qian cut her off abruptly.
And clearly, this reason was irrefutable; Ji Liushuang fell silent immediately.
The other party had already infiltrated Silver Mist Manor as a member of the Gospel Group; if they had intended harm towards her mother, why wait until now?
“Don’t worry, I promise not to cause trouble unnecessarily.”
Seeing that Ji Liushuang was beginning to understand, Fu Qian chuckled lightly and made a proactive promise.
“What you need to do now is to think of a suitable identity for me.”