Jian Ruonan had a college degree, after all, but that was the only cringe-edgelord line she remembered. She had long since forgotten the rest, so she told the Dog System to notify Black Tortoise, that doggerel-writing turtle, and have it submit a few battle poems in the Funeral Love Clan style, pronto.
The Black Tortoise System styled itself the seven-second Poetry King. Others composed a poem in seven steps; it composed one in seven seconds.
In just seven seconds, it produced eight or nine poems.
Jian Ruonan looked at the freshly composed poems. Their cringe-edgelord Funeral Love flavor practically pierced the paper.
Reading them aloud in public would be mortifying.
Her big eyes rolled, and she had the Dog System write the poems out before turning to the Fourth Prince.
"Your Highness Prince Rui, could I trouble you for a favor?" Jian Ruonan asked with a smile.
Dantai Mo carried himself like a stately pine. "Please speak, General."
Jian Ruonan handed him the poems. "Please read these aloud, Your Highness, and strike fear into those petty villains."
Afraid the Fourth Prince might refuse, Jian Ruonan explained, "By rights, I should deliver the challenge myself, but I have to direct the Italian Cannon's firing and can't be in two places at once. I'll have to trouble you, Your Highness."
Having finished his shamanic dance, Abbot Li was installing the Gas-Cylinder Rocket Launchers.
There were several Gas-Cylinder Rocket Launchers, too many for Abbot Li to handle alone.
Gas Canister was throwing a tantrum and demanding his mother. Wu Yehe was busy soothing the child and couldn't lend a hand.
They really were short-staffed.
Dantai Mo nodded and accepted the poems.
Jian Ruonan thoughtfully handed over the Loudspeaker and explained how to use it.
Holding the Loudspeaker, Dantai Mo felt a little nervous.