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Chapter 187 Holy Son, please do not listen to his provocations!
"You old charlatan!"
Thorin the dwarf stood on a chair, pointed at Kael's nose, and began to hurl insults.
"As if you can defend it!"
"Who was it that, in the 'Weeping Plains' campaign, shattered the supposedly most impregnable bulwark of Holy Light with a single charge from the three-headed hellhound?"
"Your so-called Holy Knights Order are faster than anyone else!"
"And you long-eared ones too!" Thorin then turned to Elder Muyu.
"Don't think I don't know. Wasn't your Misty Forest's barrier also infiltrated by a demon lich?"
"If it weren't for Fendona's father risking his life to defend Lostia, you would have lost all face long ago!"
"You!" Kyle trembled with rage.
Elder Muyu's face turned pale and then red, and he waved his hands repeatedly:
"Elder Thorin, please calm down..."
"I'm cold my ass!" Thorin spat as he spoke.
"We dwarves may not be able to win, but we admit it!"
"The orcs were driven to a dead end, for the sake of their race's survival!"
"You occupy the best land, boast the loudest of accolades, and what has been the result?"
"Wasn't the territory still being devoured piece by piece by the demons?"
"Now that someone is willing to help us take the land back, you're all arguing like women!"
.......
In the meeting room, representatives from the four races were arguing heatedly, revealing each other's old grievances and embarrassing incidents from the battlefield.
Lin Mo and Zhao Gang exchanged a glance, then picked up their now-cold tea and began to enjoy the melon.
The farce lasted for a full ten minutes, until everyone was hoarse from yelling and cursing, before it gradually came to an end.
Thorin, panting heavily, plopped back into his chair.
He turned his head, ignoring the ashen-faced Kyle and Mu Yu, and instead turned his gaze to Lin Mo.
"Lord Linmo, our Dwarf King has said that I will take full responsibility for this negotiation."
"I agree to your demands! We can talk now!"
Grom nodded in agreement in a low voice.
"Yes, me too!"
The dwarf glanced at Kyle and said sarcastically:
"Lord Lin Mo, you'd better look carefully."
"Some people, they usually call you 'Holy Son' more affectionately than lovers, but now that they're begging you for a deal, they don't even have a shred of sincerity. Tsk tsk."
"you……!"
Kyle had never learned the term "false accusation" before, and he almost choked on his breath and nearly passed out on the spot.
He knew he couldn't let the short man continue, so he quickly turned to Lin Mo and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.
"Holy Son, please don't listen to his provocations!"
"I also desperately hope that the deal can be reached and that we can continue trading with Daxia!"
"But this matter is too significant; I must consult His Holiness the Pope before making a decision!"
Thorin turned his gaze to Elder Muyu, and was about to speak with a look of disdain.
Elder Muyu was startled; he didn't want to be sown apart by this dwarf in public.
He spoke up immediately before Thorin could,
"Yes, I can't make that decision!"
"I also need to report to Her Majesty the Queen immediately!!"
Seeing this, Thorin pursed his lips in regret, thinking, "What a pity."
The meeting ended on a sour note.
Kyle and Elder Muyu looked as if they had just swallowed a fly covered in mud. They hurriedly left, clearly eager to relay this astonishing news to their respective highest levels.
As Lin Mo watched them fly away in a primitive way using messengers, an absurd thought even flashed through his mind.
Should we equip them with two satellite phones?
He immediately denied it himself.
Daxia's communication satellites currently only form a ring-shaped coverage area in planetary orbit, far from achieving global coverage without blind spots.
The convenience of technology cannot yet be fully appreciated in the face of such primitive communication methods.
Zhao Gang walked to his side, watched the departing messenger, and then turned to look at Lin Mo.
"How's it going with the World Tree?"
"The preliminary experiment was a success," Lin Mo explained succinctly, concluding with:
"Professor Liu and Professor Qian are overseeing the construction of a fully enclosed underground reaction chamber to ensure that fertilizing the World Tree is carried out without any mishaps."
Upon hearing this, a rare hint of emotion appeared on Zhao Gang's usually calm and composed face.
"Okay, okay..."
He repeated the two words, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"If... if the World Tree could really take root on Earth, that would be wonderful."
He looked up at the sky, as if he could see through the clouds and see the blue planet that was "slowing down".
"To build a stable and warm home for the children underground and for all the people."
……
"Splash—"
The sound of pattering rain suddenly broke the brief silence.
Large raindrops pelted down from the gray sky, striking the roof of the alloy barracks with a crisp, dense sound.
"Is it raining?"
Lin Mo was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time he had ever seen rain on the Terra continent.
A damp, earthy smell filled the air, mixed with the scent of grass.
"Boom!"
A blinding flash of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that made everyone's eardrums ring.
Just then, an excited and solemn shout came from the open space not far away.
"O God of Holy Light! Hear the prayer of your humble servant, and grant me the power to wield thunder!"
Lin Mo: "........"
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Archbishop Kyle standing in the pouring rain, holding his magic staff high.
His magnificent robes were soaked through by the rain and clung tightly to his body as he muttered incantations.
That posture was both sacred and... comical.
"Boom!"
Another bolt of lightning struck from the sky, piercing through the dark clouds.
It carried a destructive aura and struck Kyle precisely at the ground less than three meters away!
Wisps of smoke rose from the charred pit.
Kyle was so startled that he almost dropped his staff, and the fanaticism on his face instantly turned into fear.
Lin Mo's eyelids twitched, and he was startled. He rushed over quickly.
"Teacher! What are you doing?!"
Elder Muyu was also startled by the thunder and hurried over, holding up a huge leaf as an umbrella.
"Lord Kyle, what has happened?"
Kyle clutched his chest, still shaken, but a strange light flickered in his eyes.
"Resonance! I feel it! This is the power of lightning!"
He excitedly explained to Lin Mo:
"Holy Son, do you still remember that 'three-phase electricity'?"
"Through my previous experiences, I have gained a completely new understanding of the element of 'electricity'!"
"Today's thunderstorms present the perfect opportunity to resonate with the power of lightning in the world and hone my lightning magic!"
As he spoke, the fervor that only a research fanatic would have reappeared on his face, and he prepared to raise his staff again.
Elder Muyu's eyes lit up as he listened, and he became interested, saying:
"That's right! I'll give it a try too!"
"Wait a moment!"
Seeing that the two reckless old men were about to play a death-defying game of "attracting lightning" in the thunderstorm, Lin Mo quickly spoke up to stop them.