Facing an Ancient God for a Year

As expected, once the obstructing face was purified, Old Master Knight quickly returned to normal.

Even the traces of frostbite on his body were dispersed in an instant, and his complexion turned exceptionally rosy.

“Finally warm…”

With a look of relief and a hint of trance on his face, Nate remarked hoarsely, lifting his gaze to Fu Qian.

“Thank you for taking me home yesterday. The older I get, the less I can do without my liquor cabinet.”

“I’ve been feeling somewhat cold since I came back yesterday, but after finishing this bottle of wine, I feel much more comfortable.”

“Don’t mention it, I’m glad you’re okay.”

Fu Qian smiled as he listened to Nate’s thanks, shaking his head internally.

Sure enough, they were already in a new script.

Although the conversation seemed normal, it was clear that Nate was currently in that special state, with the intense feeling of emptiness in him serving as proof.

In the new script, to avoid conflict with previous memories, he rationalized that he had left the banquet early yesterday and that he had been brought home by himself.

“I’m fine now. Under the witness of the stars, I have once again felt my true self.”

Nate’s mouth bore a strange smile, and his voice was leisurely and composed.

“Please go back and tell Dean Collins that I’m all well and will soon be able to enjoy his fine wines again.”

“Okay.”

Fu Qian responded, then as if suddenly remembering something.

“I almost forgot, Dean Collins also asked me to remind you to be very careful since a dangerous individual named Herrom has infiltrated Byeluk.”

…

In several seconds of silence, disgust visibly rose on Nate’s face.

“He~rrom~”

Fu Qian stepped forward with a smiling face, emphasizing the fallen Demigod’s name once more.

“Herrom, I think I’ve heard this name.”

After a long while, Old Master Knight took a deep breath, and his expression returned to calm.

“Just a few days ago, a stranger with this name paid me a visit, claiming to know the location of the killer who murdered Sean.”

Nate’s eyes were sad, but his mouth held a slight smile.

He stood up, pulled open the drawer beside him, and took out a brown box.

Placing the mechanical box on the table, Nate turned the dial slightly, and a pleasant melody began to play.

“This was what I gave to Sean on his 10th birthday. He always cherished it, keeping it on him at all times.”

“The last time he left home was no exception…”

“But after that, I never heard from him again, until the Night Watchman came to me with news of his murder.”

“My poor child just vanished, without even a body to be found… They couldn’t even confirm who the murderer was…”

Lost in his memories, Nate’s eyes were unfocused as he hummed along to the tune of the music box.

“Until that day, that man named Herrom showed up at my house and told me he knew Sean.

“He said that if I were willing to share the secret of the ‘brain dance’ with him, he would tell me where the killer was.”

Brain dance?

That word caught Fu Qian off guard for a moment before he realized that it must be Nate’s term for that “seeing me” state.

It was quite fitting.

If what Nate said was true, there was a high likelihood that Herrom was the killer of his son.

This guy really was despicable, flaunting himself in front of the boy’s own father after committing the murder.

I had wondered before why a Demigod would come all the way to Byeluk.

Now it seems he had a clear interest in the brain dance.

Actually, this could very well be the reason Sean met with a fatal disaster.

“Then what happened?”

Fu Qian thought for a moment and then asked.

“And then… huh!”

Nate chuckled coldly.

“You don’t have to worry about him causing any trouble anymore.”

“I shot him dead with one bullet, avenging Sean.”

Your thinking jumps a bit too fast!

“The moment I saw him, I knew he was Sean’s killer.”

“Sean would never have told anyone the secret of the Brain Dance and me, no matter what.”

Nate’s expression was icy.

“In fact, I told him only because I had no other choice.”

“Sean was a very sharp kid and had sensed something wrong, accusing me of often being lost in delusion, losing myself.”

“However, one could never understand without truly being in that state. It is only in the Brain Dance that one is truly oneself!”

“In that state, no messy thoughts can disturb you, all thoughts and actions are effortless, following your heart’s desires without any hesitation or confusion.”

As he spoke, Nate’s face revealed a look of longing.

“Alas, I still couldn’t convince him, and because of that, we fell out. In fact, that was the reason he left for the last time.”

“Even so, I know my son very well. No matter how much he resented me, Sean would never betray me… he must have suffered a lot…”

“And that bastard, trying to win my trust, even showed me Sean’s music box.”

“I understood what he meant. Seeing the music box, even if I had my doubts about his unclear origins, I wouldn’t easily do anything to him.

“After all, he was the only clue to finding the killer. Such a pity…”

Nate snorted twice and then twisted the screw again.

“While pretending to do this, I shot him dead with one bullet.”

So that’s how it was.

Fu Qian listened with a mix of emotions.

This Herrom died quite unfairly.

Fu Qian did not believe that, as a Demigod, he would have failed to notice the old man’s subtle movements. Herrom was obviously overconfident.

When Nate secretly fired the cold shot, he most likely wanted to test the miraculous effects of the Brain Dance, just like I did.

The only difference is that I used my hand, while he used a vital area.

This is the gap!

Fu Qian looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his gaze haughty and disdainful.

In the state of Brain Dance, Old Master Knight’s line of logic was far from tight, but it turned out to be accidentally right.

If it hadn’t been for that, he would hardly have been able to avenge his son.

This was truly a dimension-reducing strike. What seemed like a crude plot had instantly taken out a Demigod.

Fu Qian was full of admiration in his heart.

Of course, this was just a possible truth because he was also in the state of Brain Dance at the moment.

There was a very small chance that Nate was not telling the truth.

“So it was like that. The punishment of such a villain is definitely good news. I’ll inform Dean Collins.”

Looking at the silent Nate, Fu Qian said with a slight smile.

“Thank you again for your visit.”

“Although we still haven’t found Sean’s remains, now that I am slightly recovered, I can finally hold a funeral for Sean.”

Nate’s face showed a hint of a smile, ethereal and eerie.

Clack!

The next moment, a long-barreled revolver fell heavily to the ground from behind him.

The hammer was already pressed down, still firmly gripping a severed hand.