Chapter 710: Chapter 4 Kingdom of Morton
Gongsun Ce spoke with a sneer, not a hint of the slick charm he had displayed at the laboratory entrance.
Mo Yuankai popped open a can of cola, then tossed another to his junior brother: “What’s so unusual?”
Gongsun Ce casually drew a card, the clubs jack, featuring a well-known knight from Morton’s legends.
“How would you assess Knight Orianna?”
“Sincere, kind, responsible, and altruistic; she’s a rare breed of a good girl nowadays,” Mo Yuankai said. “But her kindness is excessive; she’s been well-protected to the point of a significant lack of social experience.”
“That’s correct, big brother. Orianna might be a good girl, maybe even a good knight—but she’s certainly not a good diplomat. I believe the Kingdom of Morton has countless people more suited for a negotiation task, yet it was she who ca before us,” Gongsun Ce tossed the card into his friend’s hands. “What does that tell us?”
“Co on, don’t ask .”
“The first possibility is that Morton’s people have figured out your temperant, and specifically sent this sentintal girl to invite you.”
Mo Yuankai shook his head with a smile: “You know I agreed to the mission because she said it involves the security of Morton’s citizens.”
“The second possibility is that Orianna’s arrival is a compromise after a multifaceted ga; opinions within the kingdom are divided on this issue, so are hoping she will make a fool of herself, hoping that the negotiations will fail!”
Mo Yuankai nodded slowly as Gongsun Ce drew a second card, the ace of spades, an ace.
“The second question. Not only did the Country allow to accompany you, but they even agreed to let you bring the chanical God Components. Big brother, your valor alone is enough to level a city without breaking a sweat, and though I am inferior, I can easily take down a couple of buildings. And yet, they conceded to these demands. Don’t they care about the safety of their citizens? Why?”
Mo Yuankai took the ace, chuckling: “Because they’re confident.”
“Indeed, the Kingdom of Morton has ample confidence. Let’s not discuss where this confidence cos from—weapons, technology, or so ‘supernatural’ force unknown to you and —for now, they believe that even with both of us going, they have the ans to subdue us…”
Gongsun Ce flicked a third card, pinching it between his fingers and slowly turned it over. The king of clubs, the King.
“When a power this confident encounters a problem they can’t solve on their own, the impact of this so-called ‘Holy Fire Armor’ is so great that they went to great lengths to co to the Sky City to find you. anwhile, the kingdom is deeply divided on how to deal with the issue…” he said deliberately, “Tell , is there sothing fishy about this?”
“Not bad, Ah Ce, and here I thought you were just itching to have so fun.”
“Joking aside, personal desires aside, I do think about my work. The waters run deep, big brother, won’t you reconsider?”
“Orianna didn’t seem to be lying; we need to see the situation first before deciding whether to help or not.” Mo Yuankai clapped him on the shoulder. “I know it’s tricky! That’s why I’m taking you with .”
“Useless to bring a jester like , better to build a second chanical God.”
“First off, I’m not as good at brainstorming as you are; I couldn’t have co up with all that.”
Mo Yuankai put the three cards back into the deck, searched for a mont, and pulled out two of the most intricate cards. One was colored, the other black and white, each depicting a clown painted in oils, laughing rrily.
“The second thing is, the joker card is translated in two ways. So people call it the jester…”
Mo Yuankai put down the black and white poker card, leaving only the colored one in his hand.
“Others call it the ace.”
He tossed the colored joker to his junior brother and said calmly, “As for what they call you, Ah Ce, I’m not sure. All I know is that the chanical God was never my ace; you are.”
“Big brother, aren’t you embarrassed to say these cartoonish lines all the ti.” Gongsun Ce pocketed the card, scratching his head, “Thanks for the pep talk; can we change the subject?”
Mo Yuankai turned off the sound barrier: “See, with an attitude like that, you’re never going to win over the ladies.”
“Don’t even start, you’re one to talk with your record of 50 confession rejections.”
Mo Yuankai pointed angrily at his junior brother: “That was only because you didn’t help back then!”
“Help you with what? No chance! Confidence ans nothing if the girl doesn’t like you.”
Gongsun Ce stowed the deck in his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He struck a fla, but instead of lingering, the fla drifted from the lighter’s nozzle, floating towards the cockpit. A trivial gadget the labcoats made, convenient for performing magic tricks.
Gongsun Ce adjusted his glasses: “That being said, this gentleman over here has been silent for so long; is it out of overconfidence, perhaps?”
“My apologies, gentlen. Please allow to excuse my impoliteness: I simply couldn’t find an appropriate mont to intervene. And I surmise you both noticed my presence, so I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.”
The door to the cockpit opened and a man with a radiant smile and golden hair erged, raising his hand to catch the dancing fla. Gongsun Ce was taken aback, not overly so: the man had a standard Western face, dressed in a white suit, with golden hair and blue eyes—handso and suave—fitting the stereotype of a “Prince Charming”…
But when “Prince Charming” stands well over two ters tall, that initial impression requires a slight adjustnt. The cabin of the Sonic Moth was designed like a VIP lounge, spacious, with fewer than ten seats, not cramd like a regular airplane. Yet even so, the man’s appearance seed to shrink the space. His broad and sturdy arms left Gongsun Ce with no doubt that the man could punch a cow to death, and just his presence made him seem more like a wall than a refrigerator, like a solid fortress wall.
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