Chapter 279 Interesting story ≈ interesting accident
After finishing the dinner which was not tasty but satisfying, Mo Cheng let out a long sigh.
It's not that he doesn't need food. In fact, his demand for food is not low. The enhancement of [Dragon Bloodline] is neither scientific nor magical, but the part consumed by the body unexpectedly obeys the law of conservation of energy.
Although Mo Cheng could eat a lot at a time and would not be hungry for a long time, he had been fighting for a long time with the Skeleton Army here, and there was no food that humans could eat in the Death Territory.
As a result, Mo Cheng is now in a state of [hungry], and these days, that group of nobles with evil minds have been trying every means to put aphrodisiacs on any food he can get his hands on.
"Oh, I thought you enjoyed being surrounded by women."
Mo Cheng rolled his eyes at Margaret and said, "Don't talk like Wendisa. I'm not stupid. I can tell the reason behind this kind of thing."
Another point is that Mo Cheng vaguely realized that what happened in this historical fragment might have some connection with normal time.
Mo Cheng doesn't want to wait until he returns and suddenly find out that he has a great-great-great-grandson/granddaughter who is older than him.
Any emotional event that happens when a linear time creature travels back to the past will result in a tragic family ethics comedy. Others may see it as a comedy, but no one knows what the mentality of the parties involved is.
Not to mention that when something really happened, he and the other parties involved were victims of drugging, which made the tragedy even more tragic.
Shaking his head, not wanting to continue talking about this topic, Mo Cheng changed the subject and asked Margaret, "How did you know I was here?"
"I happened to be reading here recently, and when I came I saw you were here alone."
Margaret also has her own troubles, such as some inquiries from Commander Brady and senior members of the Lauren Frost family, so she often brings books to the high places of Fort Cotton to read recently.
When there is nothing to do, reading in the night breeze seems to be a good thing.
"Reading a book?" Did Lauren Frost bring a book with him when he led his troops into battle? With such a question in mind, Mo Cheng glanced at the books in Margaret's hand, and then saw some very distinctive book titles.
"These should be novels written by Wendisa, right?"
Taking another look, yes, it was the book written by that [free] romance novelist.
"Aunt Wendissa helped me get Commander Brady out of the way. As a favor, she needed me to read these books carefully and give my thoughts after reading them."
What was promised needed to be done, and compared with Commander Brady's inquiry, the review of the novel did not seem to be an unacceptable condition .
"So, you watched it carefully?"
Although Mo Cheng had never read what Wendisa wrote, he could guess it to some extent. It was precisely because of this that he found it a little unbelievable. Could there really be such a thing as a review?
"I've read it and taken notes." Margaret gathered the notebook in her other hand. It was obviously filled with her thoughts after reading each of Wendisa's works.
She walked to her usual place and sat down, opening Wendisa's novel and reading it carefully. Mo Cheng watched for a while beside her. Margaret was really reading seriously, not just glancing at it casually.
“Um, is this book interesting?”
They couldn't go back to their room in a short time, and it would be a bit silly for the two of them to stay here without talking, so Mo Cheng thought about it and found a topic, "Can you tell me how you felt after watching it?"
“Some of the plots are not very clear, and some misunderstandings would not have any follow-up if they were explained clearly, but from the reader's point of view, it is still very attractive.”
“The mutual affection between the two in the story has a delicate and fragile feeling, like a spider’s thread.”
While reading the novel in his hand, the title was partially blocked by his hand, and Mo Cheng could only see the words "The Melancholy of a Young Girl".
On the other side, she was holding a pen and writing her review on a notebook. Mo Cheng silently observed the number of words she read and wrote. Margaret had reached the point where she would write a 200-word review for every page she read.
Is this guy working that hard?
When he was a teenager, he thought about the diary and movie review assignments that his teachers had assigned him, and he did them as much as he could. When he was in junior high and high school, he didn't even write them.
One can even argue convincingly that no serious person would write a diary, and how can one write a review of something that one forgets immediately after reading it?
Seeing that Margaret was absorbed in reading and writing, Mo Cheng wisely did not disturb her.
When someone is concentrating on doing something, it is wrong to interrupt them rashly.
Just like that, Mo Cheng and Margaret sat quietly in the night breeze, one enjoying the breeze and quietly clearing his mind, while the other gained a lot from the stories constructed in the book.
This is a rare moment of peace, especially for the two people who will need to go to the battlefield soon, this quiet time is extremely precious.
"Did you finish reading it?"
"I've finished reading one." Margaret closed the book and notebook and stood up to stretch her body after sitting for a long time. "Aunt Wendisa brought all her works with her. There are more than 20 published books, and even more manuscripts were rejected."
"That's really a big project." Mo Cheng really wanted to know how many reviews .
That should be a very large number.
"Nothing, and the stories are pretty interesting."
If she put aside her prejudices against Wendissa's behavior, Margaret had to admit that the novels written by Wendissa were very interesting and really attracted her.
"Oh, by the way." After packing up her things, Margaret pretended to ask casually, "You and Princess Misha disappeared for a while before. Did something happen?"
"Mishasi? She and I were caught in the space turbulence while trying to avoid Archbishop Alfonso's attack."
I don't know why he suddenly talked about Princess Mishas, but Mo Cheng didn't doubt it. It might be that he had just let his mind go and hadn't come back to his senses yet. He simply recounted the situation at that time. Compared to the secrets he had revealed, there seemed to be nothing to hide about Mishas's experience.
Of course, he didn't tell them about the strange pink lotus, the weird two-person arena, and the fact that Mishas had once died and was saved by his own reconstructed heart.
Some things are hard to explain, so explaining them will only lead to more questions.
"So, not only did you live with Her Royal Highness the Princess for a while, but you also lived under the same roof?"
The temperature drops rapidly at night, and the cool breeze constantly takes away the warmth that the human body should have.
Margaret's voice came faintly, "Mo Cheng, do you know what the crime of blaspheming the princess is?"
