Su Ming had originally planned to take them along to see the spaceship launch event today, but it looked like they would not wake up before evening.
So Su Ming could only take Little Dai and Gin to watch the excitement, mainly to see how Loki and the others' performance turned out.
In the kitchen, he had Cloak boil milk, Strangle knead dough and fry youtiao, while he handled the fried eggs himself and had the Adjutant play some country music to create a morning atmosphere.
Before long, breakfast was ready.
Su Ming and Strangle each had a serving, then he stuffed a gemstone to Cloak as travel rations before carrying two breakfasts toward the backyard.
The two women had fought all night, and even now, with rain falling outside, they were still at it.
They had clearly agreed to hold back a little while training, yet both of them were now wounded. Rainwater washed their injuries pale, their hair stuck to their faces, and who knew how much blood and sweat they had shed.
Yet neither of them slowed in the slightest. Sparks still flew whenever their weapons clashed.
Diana possessed greater strength, martial skill, and endurance. Gin cultivated both magic and martial arts, and with illusion magic and suitable tactics, she was able to keep the fight evenly matched.
Watching this, Su Ming had only one thought—sword and shield really had no future. Greatswords were the true cure for all worries.
The two had been scratching at each other all night, polishing one another's shields until they gleamed. He had no idea what the point of that was. It would have been better to watch women's wrestling.
"Ladies, it's morning." Deathstroke called out from the back door of The Villa, raising the food in his hands. "Come back,