The Cyber Ghost Says, "I'm Done Carrying This Burden" / The God of Painting Won't Fall for the Savior's Brother-in-Law

Not long after, the highly respected Grand Tutor also presented "the World's Only White" as he had wished.

After the dishes were served, the two old men, True Dragon and Grand Tutor, put on a show of harmony between the emperor and his ministers in front of all the civil and military officials.

The officials, both civil and military, were so moved that they were stunned. Just as the emotions had been stirred up enough, the True Dragon finally revealed its fangs.

The True Dragon shouted loudly, "So, my beloved ministers, is what the Grand Tutor said beneficial to the fate of the Great Yan Kingdom?"

The officials below repeatedly agreed.

But this group of people didn't genuinely admire the Grand Tutor; rather, they were drawn to the thick and dark clubs of the Imperial Guard behind them.

If I dared to say no, I'm afraid I wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow after I finish eating.

The reason for staging this whole thing is simply that the True Dragon didn't want to push things too far.

Tonight is the last chance, so everyone should speak their minds.

Those who want to quit should quit as soon as possible, and I can let you retire and return to your hometown tomorrow.

Besides, there are foreign guests watching here, so even internationally, people can't say I'm that cruel.

Huang Cao knew he wasn't really there to freeload; the guy sitting up there definitely had something to do with it.

As expected, it turned out that he was eyeing his international influence. Even if later historians portrayed True Dragon as a cruel and inhumane tyrant, he could still find a little bit of goodwill in Utopia.

At least it's not just a bunch of unofficial historical accounts.

Well, at least the food was pretty good.

True Dragon looked at the two people below the stage who were working hard to eat, and a sense of helplessness rose in his eyes.

Okay, I think I'm getting a little hungry too.

If there's ever a time in the year when True Dragon goes hungry, it's definitely tonight.

Because these officials really lack common sense.

In the past, during the Hundred Delicacies Banquet, sometimes the True Dragon would just pick up a piece of meat, before even putting it in his mouth, and a minister would automatically appear under the table with a memorial, saying he wanted to add one to the banquet.

At these times, his expression was always one of helplessness.

Can't we just eat in peace?

But this was the ancestral law, and he had no choice but to endure it. 3—-Four

Why can't we say these things in court, but we have to say them while I'm eating?

Does speaking while eating demonstrate your integrity and uprightness?

The True Dragon had never seen these ministers so courageous in the court before.

Fortunately, we can finally have a proper meal this year, because after the Imperial Guards' intimidation, the ministers below are all like cowards, only knowing how to bury their heads in their food.

After a peaceful and uneventful Hundred Delicacies Banquet, the True Dragon, who had reigned for decades, finally enjoyed a hearty meal at this feast.

At the same time, she secretly hoped that her son, who was supposed to succeed her, would also be able to eat his fill.

After the banquet, Huang Cao and Shu should theoretically be preparing to leave, and True Dragon had no intention of forcing them to stay.

But Shu always kept the people of Great Yan in his heart.

"Ah Cao, could you please give me a few more reminders?" Shu pleaded, bowing his head as he ate.

As the goddess of the Great Wilderness City, she has always deeply loved the people living on this land.

Although both bumper harvests and shortages were common in the Great Northern Wilderness, thanks to the availability of millet, there was never a large-scale famine.

But Ah Cao had just told herself that the Great Yan court didn't seem to take the letter they sent earlier seriously.

"The lifespan of ordinary people has not changed much, but Yan Country is about to enter an era of disaster."

That annoying Sarkaz rogue is still chasing me!

"Fine, since you're the one I love, I shouldn't meddle in other people's business."

Huang Cao lowered his head, and Shu, understanding his unspoken message, tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

"With my wife's love, talking to the old man has become much more pleasant. Let's go back to Brother Yu's restaurant and wait, but I can't guarantee that we'll succeed."

After saying goodbye to her husband, Shu returned to her room at Yu Restaurant and made a phone call to her sister Xi, who was thousands of miles away.

Xi: Sis? Is something wrong?

Shu: I heard you have a lot of cheongsams in your closet, could I borrow one to wear?

Xi: I can lend it to you, but Sister Shu, your figure doesn't match mine.

Shu: Sometimes you don't have to be so explicit. It's enough to just know. So could you draw one for me?

Xi: I suddenly remembered that I seem to have a fitted cheongsam in my wardrobe, which is used to accentuate the figure. Let me look for it.

While hugging her pillow in bed, Xi moved her legs to the wardrobe and picked out a cheongsam that was obviously much too small.

This cheongsam is clearly a woman's dress, but there is a green nameplate on the right chest with two characters embroidered on it: "Huang Cao" (Yellow Grass).

If you look at the big bed that Xi just lay on, you'll find it covered with all sorts of colorful comics.

Judging from the covers of these comics, the female characters are all unique, whether they are supporting characters or main characters, they are all played by Yuu or Shu, but the male protagonist always only has one face.

Meanwhile, the pillows on the bed in the room continued to emit a faint golden glow, bringing the beautiful girl more peaceful sleep.

Chapter 370 The Cyber Ghost Says She's Not Taking This Blade Anymore

After bidding farewell to the millet, Huang Cao arrived at the palace's council hall without any obstacles and successfully met the True Dragon, who was still having a meal.

"Little brat, do you remember the letter I sent you before?"

The True Dragon wasn't angry at being called a little kid, after all, the one in front of him was a true Long-lived species, so calling him a child wasn't too impolite.

"Mr. Huang, I have read your letter. After discussions at the Heavenly Master Mansion, the probability of Catastrophe in that area is less than 5%. Constructing defensive measures would be too expensive, and our country's funds are not currently sufficient."

This isn't sensitive information; given Utopia's infiltration capabilities, they could easily find it if they wanted to. (Lu★)

So what True Dragon said is true: due to the rapid pace of industrialization across the country, there is currently no money to deal with a Catastrophe that seems unlikely to occur.

He has already sent out all the Celestial Masters of the Heavenly Master Mansion to investigate. Even if the Demons spirits and monsters in the wilderness are included, the Catastrophe incidence rate in the area circled by Mr. Huang is less than 5%.

Moreover, because the affected area was so vast, the Heavenly Master Mansion's survey work was extremely difficult, and it took a full five years of calculations to reach this conclusion.

Moreover, most of these areas are major industrial cities, but if Master Huang could warn him two years in advance that a disaster would break out the following year, even if the probability was only 1%, the True Dragon would be willing to move away.

But now there's only one year left, how can we relocate these devices?

At the same time, a large number of people needed to be reassigned to jobs, and there were also many bandits on the road.

The current feudal bureaucratic system of Yan Country is simply unable to withstand such a high workload, and who knows what might go wrong.

That's why the True Dragon pinned its hopes on this 5% probability.

"If Mr. Huang could have informed me two years in advance, I would have had to stand up to everyone's objections. But you just said that there is only one year left, and it's not even certain that it will happen, right?"

Huang Cao didn't speak, but just sighed heavily.

"It's bound to happen. If you're willing to believe me, I can still do my best to salvage the situation and perhaps reduce the number of deaths."

"It's not scarcity that's worrisome, but inequality. You should understand this principle better than I do. Is it really certain to happen? I don't think what you're saying is necessarily correct."

The Great Yan True Dragon's suspicion of Huang Cao is undoubtedly very reasonable.

After all, this is a matter of great importance, and it is absolutely impossible to make a big fuss based on just one person's words.

"I hope you won't regret the decision you made today." Huang Cao shook her head and left without saying anything.

Good advice is hard to persuade; the emperor cannot abandon his original plans because of a prophecy from an outsider.

After all, there is no evidence to suggest that it will definitely happen. Perhaps this is just a cunning scheme by Utopia?

[Lou Pu, will Catastrophe erupt in the heart of the Great Yan Kingdom?]

On the way back, Huang Cao once again caught the Cyber Ghost spying from the sky.

[Didn't you already discover that the little animals' wonderful toys are causing a massive accumulation of Originium? An eruption is only a matter of time. Do you expect me to help move the Catastrophe cloud away?]

[Friendly reminder: The probability of an outbreak for these small animals was measured at 15%, but the number that reached their leader was 10% lower.]

This is why the Cyber Ghost distrusts the Terra animals so much; she's still covering it up even now.

"You're overthinking it. I'm just lamenting the limitations of our times. There are many large granaries in the heart of Yan Country, and these grains will soon be lost as well."

"And I'm just verifying my conjecture. I estimate that I'll have to expand my influence again in the coming year."

My suggestion is that you quickly unify all the forces on this land. Then I will hand the responsibility over to you. You should know what kind of enemies the Pre-Civilization encountered, right?

Why are you placing all your hopes on me?

[Your power doesn't belong to this universe, yet it displays an astonishing suppressive force against Originium and all things in the world. Is this reason sufficient?]

Do you really think I'm stupid?

Presis had long been suspicious; aside from playing with her own cat, her eyes never left Huang Cao.

Linguists are a type of science, and the power of Huang Cao is truly astonishing.

The Cyber Ghost searched through the databases of Pre-Civilization but found no similar records; even the known rules of the universe could not be applied to him.

This is truly unbelievable!

One could even make a bold assumption: even loggers would likely have little influence over it.

It's not that Master Huang can kill him instantly, but he won't die. Besides, who knows what other special abilities this guy might have?

For example, his terrifying prophetic abilities, although this guy's intelligence level needs improvement.

But longevity is a good thing; you can learn from it when you encounter crises in the future.

Since it has completely broken free from the physical laws of this universe, the power of this guy Huang Cao can only come from outside.

As a scientist, Presis may not be as intelligent or scientifically literate as the Doctor, but his strength was still considered top-tier in the Pre-Civilization.

[Perhaps we could release the Doctor; she might have the ability to unlock the power within you, but unfortunately, now is not the time.]

"You can't possibly be unable to pull out the nail, can you?"

[You even know this? I'm starting to seriously doubt whether you were born over a hundred years ago. Could you also be an ancient monster that survived from prehistoric times...?]

"Come on, you're old enough to be my ancestor back in the trees. Don't try to act young. By the way, is the Doctor still buried in Rem Pito?"

The location is still there, but unfortunately she still broke her promise.

"One of you is up to no good, and the other is unleashing the cat. You two are truly amazing."

The cat has been completely trained by you now, and she's found a home and won't bother the Doctor anymore.

[Don't you get tired of being all lovey-dovey with animals every day? You should really see what they used to look like.]

"According to your logic, my playing games with the animals every day is also considered a hardcore video. And if I don't enjoy the beauty, wouldn't it be a waste to use the Originium Beautification Pack mentioned earlier?"

[Pshaw, it's all just pink skulls and racist rhetoric.]

"Small bust size, but a rather harsh tone."

"If you're jealous, just admit it. Don't use the guise of civilization and nobility. Let the Doctor out and see if she'll go to the Feline Community in Columbia."

The Cyber Ghost was speechless, uttered a few shameless words, and then left.

Back home, Huang Cao told Shu about her conversation with the True Dragon.

Shu sighed, "That's true. As the ruler of a country, it's impossible to completely trust outsiders. After all, the court doesn't even trust us, let alone you, Acao."

Since that guy wasn't willing to listen, there was nothing I could do.

She has done all she could; now it's up to others to decide their fate.

"Ah Cao, you must have had a hard time on this trip. Do you think this cheongsam looks good on you?"

She placed her hand on the man's face and pressed her soft body against him, the cool silk of her cheongsam making her truly alluring.

However, just as Master Huang was about to use his small head to think, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Shu, why does this dress look so similar to the size of the body type that you guys used to make the most of?"

"And where did you get this outfit?"

Huang Cao looked back again and found that there was no tail opening at the back of the cheongsam.

Chapter 371 The God of Painting Won't Fall in Love with His Savior Brother-in-Law

Xi didn't know why she had become interested in romantic love between men and women.