No, I can't be angry, I need to stay calm, stay calm.
I have to come up with a complete solution to overcome this crisis!
First of all, the first thing to do is to deal with the invitations from the goddesses.
As their king, they would definitely want me to follow them.
And I had no way to appear at the same time, and I couldn't figure out how to face this outrageous situation after I got over it.
So, I can't go?!
Mozo, whose brain was confused by the shocking news from the Great Noble Association, finally thought of a solution that seemed very feasible.
Wouldn't it be fine if he just wasn't there?!
No one said that you have to go if someone invites you!
Just send an apology letter to the Rose King and give a casual explanation.
Although there will be a lot of people absent, this is the only thing we can do for the sake of world peace!
Feeling that he had found a solution, Mozo immediately poured himself a cup of becoco, which was somewhat similar to lemon tea, with great comfort.
After taking a deep sip, feeling the sweet and sour taste on his taste buds, Mozo slowly thought of another question—how should he convince the goddesses not to go
Bernadette said that she was thinking of her old friend who died tragically and was afraid of being reminded of the past, so she didn't want to go? Well, that's possible!
As for who that unlucky guy is? Never mind, just deal with it first!
Then there is Ilúvatar's words. Well, I said that my ritual cannot be left at the critical moment! Okay, that's feasible!
As for why I didn't advance to Sequence 3 afterwards? It doesn't matter. Just say I failed. I can come back alive and well. Ilúvatar probably won't ask any more questions.
But what about Victoria? Oh, there's more! Oh, and there's Her Majesty the Queen... As the future queen, it doesn't seem right for me not to be there. Besides, it seems a little dangerous if I don't know anything about this kind of occasion.
Damn, how am I supposed to handle this
Mozo couldn't think of a good solution after thinking about it, so he sighed and took out the pure white scale.
"Partner, didn't I tell you to take me out when you have a chance and let me breathe some fresh air? Why do you always keep me hidden?"
Mozo went straight to the point without any hesitation for the chatterbox Chun Bai Libra:
"Stop talking nonsense, help me think of a solution, the meeting of the great nobles is about to be held!"
A great nobleman would instantly quiet down the talkative Libra.
After a long while, the talkative Libra turned into a silent Libra and asked uncertainly:
"What's the meeting?"
"The Great Nobles Association!"
"That noble association that barely qualifies as an angel or an emperor?"
"Yes, it's that damn noble meeting that hasn't been held for many years!"
Chun Bai Ping took a deep breath and then said to Mozo:
"Partner, I've never asked you for anything. Just consider this as our sincere cooperation over the years. Hurry up and find a place to throw me! I think the place outside the spirit world is pretty good. You can throw me there!"
Upon hearing this, Mozo immediately grabbed the Pure White Scale with a ferocious look on his face and said:
"After hearing my secret, you still want to run away?"
Pure White Libra also shouted excitedly:
"You have committed the sin yourself, and you still want to drag me down with you? Hurry up and throw me away! I don't want to go to hell with you! I haven't lived enough!"
"Haha, it's too late! I can't run away, and you can't live either!"
"Damn it, you guy, how could I meet someone like you!"
"Don't waste time. Come up with a solution for me. You know how dangerous our situation is!"
"What do you mean by we? Please don't tie me to you, okay? I am also a victim! If you didn't force me, who would want to hear your secrets!"
"Haha, who was it that said we were a good pair? And who was it that said I was the original divine creature and that I loved secret knowledge the most?"
"You're still talking about this. Who would have thought that they would meet someone like you?"
"I can't help it. You met me. Don't waste time. Come on, come with me and think of a solution!"
“You, you, you!”
If Chunbai Ping were a living person, he would have been angered to death by Mozo by now.
But it is not a living person, it is just a Libra without a heart and legs, so it can only choose to swallow its anger after being angry for a long time in order to continue to see the sun tomorrow.
"Okay, you're so cruel!"
"By the way, who called the great nobles' meeting? There are still a few days left. If there is still time, why don't you go talk to him privately and ask him to cancel it first."
Ask the Rose King to cancel the Great Nobles Association
Damn, that’s a good idea!
"It's the Rose King who doesn't exist. What do you think this Rose King would like? What level of secret knowledge do you think can be exchanged for this? Why are you silent?"
"... ..."
"... ..."
"Speak up, don't you usually talk a lot?"
“... ..”
After a long time, Chunbai Ping said to Mozo weakly:
"Throw me away, please, just throw me away!"
Looking at the pure white Libra who was about to cry, Mozo was also full of surprise:
"No, why are you like this again? I'm asking you something!"
Seeing that this guy still didn't get the idea, Chunbai Ping could only try it repeatedly many times before saying to Mozo:
"Give up, this road is blocked."
"What do you mean it won't work?"
“... .”
In desperation, Chun Bai Ping could only find another way and said:
"Since the great nobles have been brought up, do you think that even if the Rose King cancels it, other gods will not think about opening it themselves? Even if you can convince the other gods, what if your mistresses come to their senses on their own?"
Mozo listened in silence, and after sighing, he said:
"Then let's think about how to convince the goddesses not to go. What level of knowledge do you think can be exchanged for the corresponding hint?"
For the sake of his own life, Chunbai Ping could only sigh and start to think seriously.
407 This is it?! (4k)
In order to survive, a poor guy who brought it upon himself and another poor guy who jumped into the pit himself began to cooperate sincerely with mutual disdain.
Both Mozo and Pure White Libra can swear to Yuanchu that today is definitely the day they are most serious and hardworking!
All kinds of information were densely packed throughout the room under Mozo's pen.
Pure White Libra was also using its years of insights to determine what to do next.
As for why not just use a pure white scale to make a wish.
In fact, it is very simple. Although the Pure White Libra is omnipotent, it actually has its limits. At least when it comes to matters involving so many gods, Mozo really can't think of any secret knowledge that can allow it to fulfill his wish.
However, neither Mozo nor Pure White Libra intend to give up this convenience, but they want to reduce the burden of their wishes as much as possible before that.
Although the former Green Angel comrade has already used practical actions to tell Mozo not to blindly believe in the Pure White Libra... .
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While Mozo and Pure White Balance were trying very hard to survive, Sanchez, who was far away in the Moss Mountains, was also sitting at his desk very seriously.
In front of him was the invitation letter sent to him.
As a true god, Sanchez was naturally on the invitation list of the Great Noble Association, and was one of the first to be invited.
Then, as a prophet, Sanchez would definitely make a prediction about such a big thing happening to the nobles, according to the prophet's convention.
It’s just that because he hasn’t interpreted it correctly recently, Sanchez is a little hesitant now.
The prophet didn't dare to predict anything, and Sanchez himself almost couldn't hold it.
It is estimated that at this moment Sanchez should be very speculative with a certain unlucky Libra who once claimed that he would be afraid of secret knowledge without it.
After picking up and putting down the luxurious gold-painted invitation several times, Sanchez finally made a decision.
After placing the invitation on the table, Sanchez took out a Lionheart Coin that the orcs were trying to issue from his arms.
This is a kind of gold coin, but its color and purity are naturally not comparable to those of a behemoth like the Duze Dynasty.
It is even inferior to the gold coins issued by some old empires. After all, the orcs are really penniless now.
The meaning of Sanchez taking out this gold coin is very clear.
After taking a deep breath, Sanchez threw it into the sky. When the golden coin drew a graceful arc, it rolled down on the table.
Even though Sanchez was a true god, his heart was in his throat as he stared at the still rotating gold coin.
After a long time, under Sanchez's complicated eyes, the rolling of the gold coins finally stopped.
It's right side up!
This is also the side that Sanchez set himself to predict.
After looking at the gold coin facing up and nodding, Sanchez summoned a wedge-shaped stone slab.
After placing his hand on it, Sanchez closed his eyes and didn't even dare to look.
There is no way. The failure of interpreting this point all the time is really a big blow to him as the true God.
Among the three generations of gods of prophecy, Sanchez felt that he must be the worst one.
Apart from anything else, the first generation predicted the death of the original! The second generation also played around with the world before the car overturned. And he... .
Sanchez feels that because of his fear, many people have given up on the path of prophecy.
Having become a god to this extent, Sanchez himself felt that his failure was a bit too much.
After he couldn't help but sigh, Sanchez carefully opened his eyes.
This scene is both very funny and very sad.
The true God who is a prophet actually suffers from prophecy phobia.
After seeing the slate in his hand in full view, Sanchez, who had been a little frightened just now, stood up unbelievably.
Then he looked carefully at the stone slab in front of him.
The content on the slate is very brief - this is the end and the beginning.
"The end? The beginning? A meeting of great nobles? What does that mean?"
According to Sanchez's previous understanding, his interpretation of this prophecy should be that this may refer to the end of one era and the beginning of another.
However, based on his recent experience in interpreting failures, he was most likely wrong this time, and extremely wrong!
Also, although Sanchez didn't understand what this prophecy meant, the word "end" was very glaring to his eyes.
It was at this moment that Thrall suddenly opened the door and walked in, followed by a human and a dwarf. Both of them were well-known master tailors!
The orcs specially commissioned Sanchez to tailor a dress for the nobles' meeting.
"My Lord, we have invited the best tailors to help you. I believe they will be able to make the most decent dress for you to attend the Grand Nobles Meeting of His Majesty the Rose King!"
"A meeting of great nobles? No, no! I don't want to go!"
After hearing this, Sanchez said this almost reflexively.
Seeing Sanchez who was a little out of control, the three people who knelt on one knee as soon as they came in were all puzzled and lowered their heads tactfully.
Sar also said immediately:
"It is your will. Will you personally write back to His Majesty the Rose King or will I do it for you?"