"What is it?" Kael pressed.
Lin Mo snapped his fingers. "Let me give you an example."
"Our weapons are like your magic."
"Could you give me a list detailing every divine art and spell that all the priests and knights of your Holy Human Race can use, including their incantations, magic circles, power, and casting materials?"
"That's impossible!" Kael objected instinctively.
"There you have it." Lin Mo spread his hands, his expression innocent.
"Our weapons list is ten thousand times more complicated than that!"
"I can't exactly bring over the blueprints for our entire industrial system for your inspection, can I?"
"You wouldn't understand them, either."
Lin Mo's answer ignited Kael's anger once again.
"You're twisting logic!"
"No, no, no. I'm stating facts."
Lin Mo waved a hand and, after some thought, said,
"How about this? Give me a day."
"I need to communicate with our rear command and put together a general explanation of our weapon types that you can understand."
He looked at Kael, his gaze sincere.
"At this time tomorrow, we'll discuss the details of the weapons list again. How does that sound?"
Kael stared at Lin Mo, trying to find a trace of deception on his face.
But he failed.
The man's gaze was open, and his logic was flawless.
Demanding that he hand over the list immediately was indeed unrealistic.
"Fine."
Kael finally spat out the word coldly.
"Tomorrow, then. I hope you won't try any tricks. No one can violate what a Magic Contract has witnessed."
With that, he said no more, turned, and left.
Inside a bedroom at the underground base in Bell City.
Lin Mo opened his eyes, quickly sat up in bed, and picked up the black radio on the cabinet.
"Big Brother Zhao, I'm back."
"Notify everyone. Meeting room