"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.
