Chapter 135 - 93: Combat Power Feiyue (2)
For all commoners, the most anticipated part of the festival was slaughtering a black mountain goat and the whole family enjoying a delicious feast.
Black Mountain City sounded like it was in the mountains, but it wasn’t. The city was located on the edge of the vast Nu Ti Grassland, so there was no shortage of black mountain goats.
Reina thought of the tender, fatty meat of a black mountain goat, and her mouth started to water.
She licked her red lips, then gritted her teeth and muttered to herself:
’I should just spend 2 Black Tower Points to order a black mountain goat from the newcomer’s shop. Then I can share some with Mr. Mo Ning and Anya... Hmm, I should save half for Mr. Mo Ning.
’I can also make Mr. Mo Ning the traditional Black Mountain stewed goat. It’s my specialty dish. I’m sure Mr. Mo Ning will love it.’
The newcomer’s shop offered an ordering service for mundane items, but the prices were generally high enough to give one a headache.
Reina had inquired about it before and couldn’t bear to spend the money.
But now, to please Mr. Mo Ning, she felt the expense was more than worth it.
The Dazed Girl didn’t understand the "philosophy of survival for women." She just instinctively felt that pleasing Mr. "Turning Point" was an incredibly important matter.
It was for her own sake, as well as for Teacher Buck’s.
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「Great White Birch Forest.」
「Cabin in the Woods.」
Mo Ning shook his head slightly, dispelling the faint dizziness in his mind.
After obtaining the highest level of authority over [Walking into the Painting], he could appear directly at the cabin’s entrance just by activating the magical brooch.
Compared to his last visit, there was a noticeable change at the cabin’s entrance—a welcome mat had appeared.
This was undoubtedly the handiwork of the cabin’s Artificial Soul, "Flower."
Mo Ning smiled faintly. Cradling a thick stack of manuscripts, his Sheepskin Boots stepped onto the mat.
Now that he had permanent rights to use the cabin, he had decided to move all the manuscripts he had accumulated over the past few days here. He would use the cabin as his research "base."
This wasn’t just because the cabin had a better environment; it was also a matter of personal safety.
The two Dead Ghosts sent by the Forbidden Sect, Kanda and Semy, had been living in the dormitory area for so long.
Although the Arbitration Court would surely conduct a thorough inspection, who knew what kind of tricks they had pulled in the dormitory area?
Anya had made it clear that the Evil Angel Alliance was a powerful organization with a Third Level Wizard in its ranks. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if the two Dead Ghosts had left something terrifying behind.
He didn’t want to gamble with his life.
Therefore, the Cabin in the Woods had become the safest choice.
CREAK—
The wooden door opened automatically.
Mo Ning stepped inside and once again saw the spacious and bright hall.
Six Magic Energy Lamps floated overhead in an arc, illuminating the entire hall. On the huge woolen carpet, the checkerboard pattern was still distinct.
Flower’s gentle and pleasant voice sounded, "Mr. Mo Ning, welcome home!"
As soon as she finished speaking, two feather dusters flew over, chasing each other like playful children, and circled around Mo Ning.
The dusters’ bristles fanned out slightly in mid-air, making a fluffing motion. The resulting ripple of Magic Power instantly restored the surface of his novice’s blue robe to its original pristine condition.
A cleaning roller sped over from the other end of the carpet and deftly rolled around his Sheepskin Boots, which were instantly spotless.
This was one of the reasons Mo Ning liked the Cabin in the Woods.
His dormitory didn’t have these things. If he didn’t clean for a long time, a thin layer of dust would accumulate on the floor and furniture.
Mo Ning placed the thick stack of manuscripts on a wooden table near the door and instructed, "Flower, put these manuscripts in the bookshelf. Sort and organize them by category."
The hall contained three enormous bookshelves. They were a staggering fifteen meters wide, nearly a meter deep, and reached all the way to the five-meter-high ceiling.
Mo Ning liked this very much.
"Understood!"
Flower’s voice was as gentle as ever.
Over two thousand sheets of scale pattern paper flew up as if they had a life of their own. WHOOSH—
They spiraled, flipped, and fanned out in mid-air, then flew in groups toward different spots on one of the bookshelves.
In the process of flying, they automatically sorted, ordered, and filed themselves according to some unseen rule.
This was, naturally, the power of Flower.
Mo Ning had chatted with Flower for a while last night and learned that she possessed many abilities—organizing books and manuscripts was just one of them.
She could also control the temperature, humidity, and lighting inside the cabin, monitor the slightest disturbance in the surrounding area, and, when needed, brew him a cup of hot tea, prepare a basin of warm water, or even play a soothing piece of music.
He even felt that of all the gifts from the former director, Lord Martin, Flower was the most precious one.
"Mr. Mo Ning."
Flower’s voice sounded again, this time with a hint of surprised discovery:
"I also see ten brand-new copies of *Shine*, smelling of fresh ink. They’re even the limited-run hardcover edition.
"In my memory, the number ’ten copies’ seems to hold a very special meaning, as if it’s a symbol of some kind of honor.
"I understand now. It seems your paper was chosen as the cover article for *Shine*. For someone of your age, that is a truly remarkable achievement."
Flower’s powerful deductive reasoning made Mo Ning break into a smile:
"Yes! I got lucky!"
Flower didn’t agree. "Mr. Mo Ning, this is something that cannot be achieved by luck alone."
The Artificial Soul then demonstrated her powerful ability to "pay compliments":
"Just as the name *Shine* suggests, the brilliant light of your wisdom outshines all others."