Second Relic

"Was it orbital docking control?"

Qin felt like her brain was overheating.

Even though she was very smart,

these operations were already far beyond what a delicate young girl could understand.

She could only activate the Star Tower's auxiliary parallel mode and try to carry out Su Wen's plan.

But one large red alert after another seemed to warn her that something was going wrong, and Qin felt like she was about to cry:

"But there are still errors in the program, Mr. Kevin. What should I do?"

"It's fine.

I've freed up some time now. I can handle this."

Su Wen had finally calmed the psychic tearing within his body.

He elegantly straightened his cuffs, then quietly stored the Watcher's Sword, which had been stuck diagonally into the ground, in the Storage Box.

Because the annihilation effect had unexpectedly erupted earlier, he, a knight-rank Transcendent with high health and mana, had unusually been injured by himself.

He had clearly just told Qin not to overdraw her psychic power.

At that,

even Su Wen's lips rarely curved into a helpless smile:

"Mark the locations where the errors occurred for me.

Within twenty minutes, I'll thoroughly resolve every issue.

During that time,

you should rest for a while too.

Oh, you received the message I just sent Joyce too, right? There are compressed biscuits in the yellow bag. Replenish your energy first.

Afterward,

I'll take you all out for a feast."

When she heard his final sentence, even Qin was tempted.

She was not as much of a foodie as Joyce,

but the desserts of modern society, especially China's incredibly advanced ones, were simply too irresistible. Even she could hardly restrain herself.

At that moment,

Qin suddenly felt incredibly secure with Mr. Kevin around:

"No wonder Joyce was so happy when