459 Joined Hands to Nurture a Civilization

Darian, who had originally been handling communications, sent the message to Li Aoz. He had no idea whether it had been received.

But while he was sending it, the two women were arguing. By the time he looked up, they were still going at it.

They said old ladies arguing at the village entrance usually came in MP4 format—vivid, audible, and astonishing to watch.

But when these two Spellcasters of the Artificer Path argued, it was practically ZIP format. Every sentence compressed an enormous amount of information.

They cited classics, quoted paper parameters, and made his head throb just listening. Worse still, they had commandeered his communications channel to fight a private quarrel, seriously affecting Darian's work efficiency.

You forced my hand.

Captain Darian helplessly put on a pair of Sunglasses and casually interjected:

"By the way, how is Lady Qualia-Direction doing? Isn't she worried about Lord Lioz?"

"—Qualia-Direction?" Dia Lan looked bewildered.

"Oh, that woman."

N4 leaned back with her hands behind her head and said dismissively:

"After Li Aoz left, she started sleeping."

"She's that confident?"

"She said something like, 'I won't worry about Li Aoz. He can do anything,' then, 'I favor him, so he won't die,' and, 'Mere mortals cannot understand this kind of trust. I can't be bothered explaining it to you.' Tch, she's unbelievably arrogant. Those immortal Long-lived Species really are unbearable."

Darian tugged at the corner of his mouth. That answer certainly carried the arrogant style of the Long-lived Species. He gave an awkward laugh. "No matter what, she does trust Lord Lioz deeply—so what is she doing now?"

"Long-lived Species do not really have many ways to pass the time anyway. I was afraid she would get bored, so I just arranged a Physiological Health Test for her."

"Uh, are you sure