The pool’s rippling light spots were cast onto the obviously chiseled rock wall.
"Is it about to end...?"
Even though she understood that her title of Princess had become merely nominal, seeing her father’s kingdom in ruins, Su Yizhana only felt sorrow.
She just hoped it would end soon, no matter how.
Morison felt incredibly out of place seeing Mika kneel on one knee to perform the monarch-subject ritual; the scene was too explosive.
Mika holds Pure Love Imperial City in one hand, remains invincible in the world.
The separation between sex and love is clear, knowing that his morals aren’t worthy of the saintly Su Yizhana, knights need to be knights, Qili needs to be conquered. Official source is novel·fire·net
"Yes, the total attack will be launched in a few days. Uborio is also making final preparations and must completely clear the invasive forces within Mulong before the Continent Martial Arts Competition."
Mika said with utmost seriousness.
The ultra-bubble sound was making Morison feel freaked out; he nearly vomited the pork knuckle he had at noon.
"What’s wrong with your face?"
Su Yizhana touched the rune on Mika’s face with her hand.
Which made Mika freeze in shock, not daring to move.
The difference between a dancer and this woman was like comparing filthy mud to the starry galaxy, entirely incomparable.
"It’s not worth mentioning."
Mika stood up, without overstepping bounds, speaking truthfully, even if it’s merely Magnus-like men, or perhaps more outstanding men to be worthy of this woman.
Su Yizhana knew, despite Black Sail having two dragons fighting for them, they were indeed unstoppable, but hadn’t done anything herself; is this really okay?
"Rather than concern yourself with whether this hellraiser is dead or alive, think about how to build your own power after taking the throne. Uborio is useless, for a longer tenure, you should choose more powerful allies."
Morison said in a half-threatening tone.
You aren’t selling the country to Black Sail.
For his own doomsday survival base, whose money is used for construction? Certainly use various tariffs of this railroad transport network, then borrow the convenience from the cabinet to have Mo Yutong bring some black-tech stuff over, to industrialize Mulong.
This time it’s genuinely flipping the heavens.
Mulong became an enclave of the East Sea.
"Perhaps there’s a better candidate than me."
Su Yizhana lowered her eyelids; she wasn’t very interested in the throne, always just detained by Santilla, and now couldn’t leave Drifting City.
Morison laughed seeing the indescribable beauty, like a silhouetted blue-haired woman in a painting.
"You don’t become queen, then what’s the use for so many brothers from the East Sea coming to Mulong? This isn’t up to you, Princess Su Yizhana."
Morison tossed around a Flying Knife, loving someone who can’t manage troops, kindness doesn’t govern, goodness is not official, anyway this woman has to be the first in Mulong, but such means aren’t enough, need a Regent King.
The East Sea doesn’t have an automobile market; Mo Yutong originally had this idea and said it’s completely achievable and mature, utilizing components sent by Atomic Heart Church to process car beds, from one to two, two to three, three to all-things; it’s now nearly September, the metal smelting plant almost landed at Heaven Port.
The internal combustion engine can be done.
Fortunately Wolman is a personage, strongly aligning with Hened’s old partner, the scar-faced woman, at Red Tree Bay Shore, expressing they can plan an automobile factory in the Great Wetland.
But this is merely a vision, selling cars into Aran, those people in Aran are envious, possibly wanting to wreck things.
It’s also Wolman’s ambition; having a factory in the Great Wetland, Black Sail will definitely invest more power into the Great Wetland, conveniently facilitating his restoration.
But the geo-advantage of the Great Wetland is very poor, selling west of the Narrow Sea, transportation costs are too high.
So the most reliable method is to directly build a factory at Golden Palm Port, right at Narrow Sea, the manufacturer directly distributes, cutting out middlemen, when the time comes, 4S shops blossom everywhere.
Forget doomsday survival base, directly radiate into shelters or bloody sheep warfare.
And right now at this moment.
Liszt and Wolman, along with Celeste and a group of followers, went to find Uborio in the most central rocky castle of Drifting City.
Seeing the chaos along the way, after this tax was taken, Uborio’s reputation will be even worse than the transport brigade leader.
And those Resistance Army members forcibly recruiting, when seeing Liszt’s group, were also feeling complicated, as those two dragons flew over Mulong.
Now Black Sail is Mulong’s savior.
The already frenzied Uborio realizing this, might’ve gone a bit crazy himself, he was beyond redemption.
Ignoring various tragedies along the way.
These are none of Liszt’s business, both he and Wolman smoked cigarettes.
"Your Transformation Skill isn’t pretty awesome, what’s the matter, you need to get it together, Lao Da! Being King of Mulong, now that’s satisfying."
Wolman lamented not being able to make steel out of iron, Shadi really is handsome beyond words, having a different vibe from everyone else, but he is in fact a Dark Elf, also albino, and for a while now
Liszt seemed to have many concubines usually, made him appear very adept at flirting, but actually count carefully, the guy isn’t capable, genuinely interested in him are few, either Undead or thirsty nuns, immature mental state female highs, Tani Isis is causing trouble, deserves to be Black Sail’s leading brother, easily accomplishing what we can’t, as for those Scissors Legs are found for him by Vampires.