Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1628 Deterrence
“I didn’t expect Aurora’s weapons development to have progressed to this point.” Victoria carefully memorized everything she saw. “I think the Senate will give a reasonable response. If they understand the implications, they should be able to come up with a reasonable solution.”

Although only one gun was seen, its arrangement spoke volumes. This gun transcended the "threshold" required for quality to outweigh quantity—when a single soldier can fire an entire cannon and carry it around like an infantryman, he represents far more than just a machine gun that can appear anywhere; he also represents the superman carrying the machine gun, and the extraordinary nation composed of supermen.

At this point, anyone with eyes to see should know that the war should end, and worldly wars will no longer be meaningful.

However, this message needs someone to deliver it. After all, information is everywhere in this world, but if it doesn't reach the recipient, it's as if it doesn't exist. Currently, the information on both sides is still isolated from each other, which necessitates a highly influential messenger to convey this message.

In terms of weight, Victoria's weight was significant enough. The message she brought was also persuasive enough.

“Well then,” Victoria thought for a moment, “I should take this message back as soon as possible, because the trial date is not far off. I hope the Senate will push this matter forward with all its might, otherwise things might end up in a bad way.”

Victoria has always disliked seeing the two sides fight. And now, she wants it to happen more than ever.

"So, shall I take you back now?"

"No rush. I still need to contact them. After all, I can't call a meeting anytime."

The two of them went back first—but they felt like they'd forgotten something. It seemed important, yet also not so important.

What is going on?
By the time Shangluo arrived at the door, it was almost noon. He was surprised to find Han Xingzhi standing at his doorstep.

His eyes had changed—the last time I saw him hungry, his eyes were practically glowing with greed. But now, his eyes were clear, as if he had attained enlightenment.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, big brother, you're back. It's nothing, I've been starving ever since that day, and I've been looking for you several times but couldn't find you, so I came to your doorstep. I thought I wouldn't see you today either. Ah, I don't know why, but I don't seem to be hungry anymore."

"No way?! You haven't eaten yet?"

"Well, I guess so. Actually, I do eat a little porridge occasionally, maybe two or three times a day. Whenever I want to eat more, there's always some inexplicable problem that prevents me from eating it."

"What about your parents? Didn't they cook for you?"

“My parents called my uncle and asked him, and my uncle consulted an expert who said it was a good idea.”

"Huh? Why?"

"Because Master Sa told me to restrain my appetite, which actually meant that I should eat as little as possible without starving, so that I could fast and cultivate myself. Yes, his original intention was for me to fast. I see that I am not far from fasting now. Actually, I hadn't achieved enlightenment yet and came to ask you for some food. But just now, I think I have achieved enlightenment."

"I knew I'd forgotten something, turns out it was you!"

Shang Luo had just been pondering this matter. He had traveled to many places and arranged numerous things for this case, but he hadn't thought of Han Xingzhi at all—

This whole affair started because of him; it was because he violated Aru's taboo that he had the opportunity to lure Amun-Zeus out of his own territory.

Shangluo used him as bait. But after releasing him, Shangluo completely forgot about him—after all, bait is meant to be thrown into the water; even if it's not visible, it's still part of the journey. "You really have forgotten about me! Didn't you use me to file a lawsuit?"

"While we were fighting... well, do you want something to eat?"

"Forget it, I probably won't get to eat it anyway. I'm fine as I am. I just wanted to come to you to see if you had any solutions. Now it seems like it doesn't matter if you can't solve it. Ah, I give up."

"Then what if I really had a way to feed you properly?"

"Huh? You really have a way?"

"You said you were convinced, but you still want to eat, don't you?"

"If you say you'll feed me, then of course I'll eat. Where will we eat?"

"Wait a moment." Shang Luo reached into his bundle and rummaged around—

"Okay, found it. Let's go."

"Are you going to eat? Why don't we come together?" Victoria asked.

“That won’t do,” Shangluo replied. “Other places are fine, but that’s the only place that won’t do. It’s a secluded spot where you don’t usually see strangers. Victoria, you’re too conspicuous. You should go back with Fahrenheit first. I’ll see if I can get some takeout; if I can, I’ll get you one.”

"What's that so mysterious thing? Is it something delicious?"

"It is indeed quite tasty, but I wouldn't say it's exceptionally delicious. It just comes in handy at times like this." He glanced at the time; it was almost noon.

"Let's hurry, we need to pack up soon."

He grabbed Han Xingzhi by the collar, ran all the way to the subway entrance, used his teleportation technique in the underground passage, and then came out of Confucius Temple, heading straight for a wonton stall on the roadside.

At this time of day, most wonton stalls would have already closed. But this wasn't a traveling stall; it was actually a noodle shop, so it was still open close up close, with hot water still on the stove. They figured they wouldn't close the wonton stall and start selling noodles until really noon.

Shangluo sat down and laid out the copper coins that Master Sa had given him earlier.

"Boss, two bowls of wontons."

Silently, a person emerged from behind the counter. The person began working without a sound, and Han Xingzhi didn't notice where he came from; it was as if he had suddenly appeared.

He made a bowl of wonton soup with dried shrimp, seaweed, and lard, then scooped the cooked wontons into the soup bowls, one for each person. Just before serving, he sprinkled a handful of scallions on top.

He walked over, carrying a tray in one hand and holding the other free, a towel draped over his shoulder. He first wiped the table clean with the towel before setting down the wontons, then collected two copper coins. After doing this, he nodded and went back behind the counter.

(End of this chapter)