Chapter 276: The most capable romance novel author = the most capable romance novel author
In Castle Cotton, Margaret stood on a high place and looked into the distance.
People who climb high and look far often have two mentalities. One is to look far into the distance with a heroic spirit in their heart. The other is to be worried about something and try to look far away to find the news they want.
Margaret at this moment was undoubtedly the latter. She looked into the distance, frowning, and then holding the hilt of the sword at her waist.
It was obvious that Margaret was in a dilemma. She didn't know whether she should stay in Castle Cotton and wait for news, or go out to look for someone.
Three days had passed since Mo Cheng walked out of the human coalition command post and left with the Skeleton Legion without saying a word.
Margaret was not qualified to attend the meeting at that time, so by the time she received the message, Mo Cheng had already left with the Skeleton Legion.
Margaret knew that Mo Cheng was impatient with the bickering and buck-passing among the nobles, but when she learned that Mo Cheng was setting out alone with the Skeleton Legion, she couldn't help but worry and complain.
Worried about Mo Cheng's safety, the undead army in the death territory is definitely not an easy existence to face. Not to mention that Mo Cheng's skeleton army was once surrounded and killed by the undead, and ended up being annihilated.
As for complaints, it was Mo Cheng's attitude of not saying anything and solving problems secretly by himself.
He always looks like he doesn't care about anything, and then one day he suddenly comes back covered in injuries, smiling and saying that everything is resolved.
In a way, this behavior and attitude made Margaret even more uncomfortable.
"Obviously it's my teammates who are here."
The whispered words were blown away by the breeze and no one knew where they were going.
The two of them entered the historical fragments together as teammates, but she felt that Mo Cheng's behavior of not discussing anything with anyone and always being a loner was inappropriate.
"Oh, forget it. Mo Cheng has his own difficulties too."
The girl knew very well what kind of pressure the loner boy was under. During this period of time, the boy who always wore priest clothes did not hide his secret very well.
Even though Margaret did not specifically explore, she was able to discover many of the not-so-deep secrets from their interactions.
Clearly possessing that kind of pure holy light, he could control the power of the elements, which in itself was very contrary to common sense.
At the same time, Mo Cheng's physique is so strong that it is beyond imagination. Ever since she met Mo Cheng, Margaret has lost count of how many times he has challenged opponents of higher levels.
The prison escapee Naraka, the Knight Commander Ralph, Bennett's personal guards when he entered the historical fragment last time, and even the Deputy Director of the .
At first, Margaret was surprised as to why Mo Cheng could challenge opponents of higher levels one after another. It was not until the last time the Death Lord Charles attacked and Mo Cheng revealed his dragon form and the dragon's might that she understood.
Mo Cheng is a dragon!
This species has disappeared from this world for who knows how long, and it might be the last dragon in the world.
After learning about Mo Cheng's race, many things that were previously incomprehensible may become understandable, such as his terrifyingly strong physique and the confidence that allows him to complete cross-level challenges every time.
But after knowing that Mo Cheng was a dragon, more problems arose.
How did the incomparably pure holy light and elements, two powers that were not of the same path, come from? And the silver skeletons that I saw some time ago, which were undoubtedly elite soldiers of a hundred battles, when did Mo Cheng, who owned and dominated this legion, learn the art of necromancy?
Even as a dragon, considering the age of Mo Cheng, his strength increased too quickly.
It was almost worrying that he was using some method with huge to madly increase his strength.
Also, before that, Princess Mishasi was assassinated, and Mo Cheng disappeared with the princess. After returning, the relationship between Princess Mishasi and Mo Cheng was also of great concern.
The nun with superb assassination skills in Albert's House, the existence of the half-elf sisters in the adventure group, and what the head of the Star Department Dorothy said, all made Margaret pay attention to one thing:
What kind of playboy is that man?!
"Oh, the girl looking into the distance is waiting for her lover's return. She is looking forward to her lover presenting it to her with a glorious victory."
"She was also worried that her lover, who didn't understand the girl's mind, would be blinded by the glory of the war and forget the time to return."
"Mo Cheng, why is there someone like you in this world..."
"well……"
Margaret sighed deeply. She didn't need to think about who was behind this. She turned around helplessly and stopped Wendisa from playing tricks: "Aunt Wendisa, don't you have more important things to do? For example, finish the manuscript before the next deadline."
After the last incident, Wendisa became much more cautious, so much so that Margaret couldn't find Wendisa's manuscript even if she wanted to burn it.
"More important things? Of course there are. How about being a spiritual mentor to my lovely niece and giving her some advice on her troubled relationship?"
Not very good, especially since the manuscript hidden by Wendisa was not found, which made this free writer lose his weaknesses and act more freely.
Just the two lines she sang sounded like lines from a stage play, and she even used an aria that she had learned from somewhere.
"I'm not in a relationship."
"That's even worse. So you came here these days because you were in love with someone you didn't want?"
I don't know why, but I always feel that after we parted last time, the content and tone of Wendysa's words always make people feel that she is looking for trouble.
"Since you don't like Mo Cheng, then it's okay for me to let him meet other noble ladies, right? Many nobles have invited me privately..."
Wendysa's upper body suddenly leaned back, her waist bent to 90 degrees and parallel to the ground, avoiding a ray of cold light.
"Aunt Wendisa, every time I want to show you some respect, you start talking."
Margaret's face looked very bad. She even wondered if there was something wrong with the records in the family. Why was the highly respected knight actually a guy who could raise people's blood pressure just by opening his mouth?
"Hey, I just want to help you out of kindness. As a talented romance novelist on the market, I have a lot of experience with situations like yours, and I can help you answer all your questions without any pressure."
"A talented writer? Do you mean the most capable and most powerful writer among romance novelists?"
Margaret revealed the meaning of "powerful faction" without hesitation.
