Chapter 1761: Chapter 1756: Pink Beard

It wasn’t about discovering some lost Divine Artifact again.

And it’s not some Hero vs. Demon King game, where good luck means picking up items every two steps.

Just purely thought the design looked nice.

Lady Cecilia’s deceased mother had quite a taste, indeed.

"I knew you would definitely agree!"

At this moment, on the other end of the connection, Cecilia was clearly very satisfied with Fu Qian’s prompt response.

"But the fact that you didn’t even ask about the rules makes me even happier."

"Now let me explain, but first, let’s change the venue."

Amidst crisp laughter, Cecilia had already turned around and walked briskly to the side.

...

It’s not huge, but it’s big.

No wonder it could cultivate that kind of unique temperament; Lady Cecilia’s family is definitely not nouveau riche.

Following her employer up the stairs, Fu Qian took a quick tour of the old residence of her mother.

The verdict was that this is definitely not a place for ordinary people to live.

The structure was complex and old, exuding a sense of history, yet places like these generally have exorbitant maintenance fees, suggesting her mother’s lineage was not ordinary either.

"This is my grandfather."

Just as Fu Qian was about to give a thumbs up in appreciation, Cecilia had already stopped and was introducing the subject of her praise.

Of course, it’s not a real person.

Currently, she was in a room with slightly better lighting, although not very large.

From the same-colored desk and wooden shelves, it was easy to see that it was a study that had not been visited for a long time.

The person Cecilia introduced was hanging on one of the walls.

An old man dressed in a formal suit.

His hair was somewhat thinning and reddish, his beard was heavy, he showed no expression, yet he carried an inherent solemnity.

At a glance, he somewhat resembles Lady Cecilia... although only barely.

Fu Qian often read descriptions that claimed one could see a grandparent’s demeanor at a glance.

But honestly, forcing a girl to look like her grandfather seems to exaggerate the power of genetics.

As someone with a realistic perspective, Fu Qian’s assessment was that both of their facial features were decent, with a hint of familial resemblance.

Judging from Lady Cecilia’s demeanor, she didn’t seem very close to her grandfather.

"When he was alive, he was always stern, the person I feared the most as a child, so I somewhat resisted my mother bringing me back here... Luckily, we didn’t come back too often."

Whether it was residual authority or not, as Cecilia narrated, her posture was noticeably more respectful than before.

"But sometimes I would sneak into this study, do you know why?"

Her voice was like a soft murmur, and even without waiting for Fu Qian to answer, Cecilia had reached the side and moved a wooden chair.

"I’m not obsessed with reading, but this was the window in all the rooms most suitable for viewing the snow-capped mountains—though I’m not particularly fond of them either."

With continuous inversions, Cecilia repeatedly examined the patterns on the floor, finally finding a spot for the chair, and only after sitting down did she raise her head to look at the portrait again.

"From this angle, the mountains outside are vividly reflected, particularly the snow-covered parts, perfectly covering the beard."

Cecilia gestured towards her grandfather’s face, even hunching over to lower her perspective.

"And at sunrise, the snow is a pale pink."

...

So the majestic grandfather ended up with pink whiskers?

One could truly sense a child’s mindset.

For Fu Qian, adjusting to the exact angle as Lady Cecilia’s was exceptionally simple.

And without interrupting her storytelling, he casually validated it himself.

The angle indeed proved to be a fascinating one, with even the mountain tops aligning perfectly with the shape of the beard in the portrait.

"So now comes the rule."

Although Fu Qian had remained silent, Cecilia was convinced he was still listening and cheerfully laid out her request.

"I know it’s a bit late now, but could you turn back time once more, to sunrise, just like last time?"

...

Indeed, she still remembers.

Fu Qian knew exactly what she was referring to; their past action was rather impactful, leaving a strong impression.

As for why Cecilia had such a request, Fu Qian felt it wasn’t meant to make things difficult—considering the time left before leaving Lincheng, there was probably no way she’d reach there before the dawn faded, not to mention needing to catch up on sleep for this reason.

And considering her trip to Lincheng was to deliver something to him, he supposed he should agree to this small request?

"Understood, but isn’t the difference a bit much?"

"Last time you just woke up slightly late, but now it’s almost dark."

After taking another bite of bread, Fu Qian finally responded, first emphasizing the difficulty and complexity.

"... So, is it not possible?"

After a moment of silence, there was an undetectable note of disappointment in Cecilia’s voice.

"It can be done."

...

"But—"

Before the employer could express joy, Fu Qian also perfectly mirrored her series of reversals.

"Isn’t the snow line a bit too high up? It’s not just the wrong time; isn’t it the wrong season too?"

This statement wasn’t spoken blindly. The Reflection on the portrait’s glass, though perfectly matching the shape of the beard, clearly only reached halfway up the chin.

In previous visits, Lady Cecilia likely came during a colder season.

"So... you can change that too?"

Earlier he mentioned the early-late time gap was a bit much, and now he’s directly adjusting the season. Clearly, the advisor’s power was strong enough to pressure the employer.

"It can be done."

It’s not as if the sun needed to be moved out to shine once more; it was merely a matter of switching the Clear Dream Ring to a different background, so the snow line wasn’t an issue.

"... Then please go ahead."

...

Indeed a peculiar scene.

A moment later, Fu Qian observed the portrait where the face had pink mutton chops, marveling momentarily at children’s keen eyes for discovery.

And indeed, keeping a beard can alter a man’s aura.

The once formidable elder immediately conjured an image of a dancing Colonel Sanders, maxing out the charm removal effect.

"... Thank you."

For Lady Cecilia in the Clear Dream Ring, there were undoubtedly more complex emotions. It took her a long gaze before she could softly thank him with a special smile.

"And congratulations to you, Mr. Advisor, for winning the prize. But... do you want to raise the stakes again?"

"Sure."

With another mouthful of bread, Fu Qian exhibited astonishing agreeability.

"Hehe... it’s just a matter of answering a question."

Seemingly unfazed by his attitude, Cecilia didn’t waste any time.

"Remember when I said I could tell at first glance that you and I are the same kind?"

"Of course."

"Why do you think that is?"

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