Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1329 - 4: Defeating the Demon Within (Part 2)_2

Gongsun Ce looked up, gazing sadly at the sky.

"Let’s call a truce for now. If this continues... my reputation in the king’s social circle will be ruined."

"Only you could turn a discussion about stick fighting into such an incredible topic," Shiyu Lianyi said.

Gongsun Ce discreetly moved away from the bench, racking his brains for a hint: "No, no, you need to consider other issues... like the environment around you! Look, this is Supibia’s park, everyone’s watching! If we start here officially, it won’t be good!"

"Impressive that you guys are mindful of your surroundings, gentlemen?"

A clear, resigned female voice came from afar. Gongsun Ce was overjoyed: "Oh, Orianna, you’re here!"

Orianna, dressed in a white shirt and blue skirt, looked clearly off-duty. She glanced at the three superpower users and sighed a heavy sigh: "I really need to talk to Knight Alandia about the deputy leader fighting in the park..."

"Please don’t!"

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Gongsun Ce paid the price of a bread roll and a cup of juice to settle the subordinate who was about to report them, while Orianna munched on her impromptu afternoon tea and listened to the deputy leader’s current troubles.

"Channeling impulse after manifesting..." Orianna said, "This issue is hard to resolve in the short term because the influence of the Manifestation Method accompanies the mage throughout the whole phase. After manifesting, I entered a state of unwillingness to fight, and this weakness improved only after I met Mo."

Gongsun Ce broke out in a sweat: "Does that mean I can’t get a girlfriend either?"

Orianna glared at him fiercely, and Mo Yuankai exclaimed: "Ah Ce, how brave of you to say something like that?"

Gongsun Ce took out a tissue to wipe his sweat: "My girlfriend monitors my every move every single day, inside and out. I’m like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water!"

"To speak of humiliating yourself so confidently is its own kind of skill," Shiyu Lianyi said. "By the way, Gongsun, are you okay? You’ve been sweating since a while ago."

Orianna couldn’t help but laugh: "Are you so afraid of your girlfriends?"

"Ahaha..." Gongsun Ce chuckled dryly, sweating buckets. His nervousness was visibly apparent, which was unusual for someone so good at controlling his expressions. Only he knew that this nervousness had nothing to do with his girlfriend—it was because Orianna was sitting on that bench, eating and drinking...

And the Silent King was sitting right next to her, ahhhh! 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The displeasure on the Silent King’s face was extremely obvious, the surrounding Tribulation Flame blazing intensely, forming a stark contrast with Orianna, who hummed a tune while enjoying her food and drink. One bench had been turned into hell and heaven by these two women. If the bench had a spirit, it would marvel at its own honor to witness such a scene; had it not been a mere projection visible only to him, the capital might have been in trouble again today.

Gongsun Ce desperately signaled the female knight with his eyes to change locations temporarily, but Orianna clearly misunderstood his intention: "Is there something on my face?"

"Ah, no, it’s just that, how should I put it..." Gongsun Ce had a stroke of genius, "Oh right! I wanted to ask you something, Orianna, did you face similar dilemmas when you were the Seventh Knight? How did you suppress the Final Sword’s influence?"

Orianna became instantly interested, clearly, the question hit her pride: "The duty to contend with the Final Sword has always been with every Seventh Knight, and even in the history of the Country, I can be considered among the best in suppressing Sword Intent!"

Mo Yuankai clapped: "Amazing, Orianna! What’s the specific method?"

"I referred to the notes left by past Seventh Knights; my ancestors suggested resolving the killing intent of the Sword with peace and love." Orianna placed her hands over her heart, smiling like a child listening to stories, "So after finishing work every day, I’d tell the Final Sword beautiful stories and sing holy ballads to it!"

Gongsun Ce’s face turned half-green: "What on earth did you tell it, madam?!"

"So many things! I dug out picture books from my childhood, telling fairy tales of princes and princesses meeting, stories of a honey-loving bear and its animal friends, and many great knightly adventures. I even sang nursery rhymes to it!" Orianna happily recounted, "I think my efforts moved the Silent King, for as long as I wielded the Sword, the Final Sword never gave me any trouble!"

Look beside you, Orianna! Can’t you feel that towering murderous aura next to you, even with the sky turning gloomy? Come to think of it, it’s perfectly reasonable that you never used the Holy Sword back then; I’m afraid your constant stories directly bored the Final Sword into retreat!

Gongsun Ce subtly shifted his gaze, desperately pleading with the Silent King to calm down with his eyes. The Silent King’s side profile was as cold as ice.

[The intelligence of life in this era is generally low.]

"Don’t generalize..." Gongsun Ce sighed, "Anyway, thanks for sharing, Orianna. I don’t think your experience will be useful for me. I can’t exactly vent destructive impulse by storytelling or singi— huh...?"

Halfway through his sentence, Gongsun Ce stopped, thoughtfully pinching his chin as a grin of surprise gradually formed at his mouth’s corners.

Orianna sensed something was amiss with that mischievous smile: "What are you thinking?!"

"Hey, Mr. Shiyu." Gongsun Ce made a small gesture, "Do you remember that special product from Zero Island...?"