Chapter 93 The Art of Switching Partners tushumi.cc

Engineer Xiong Ling only moves around in a few fixed locations every day.

Observation tower, dormitory, and canteen.

He never goes anywhere else, never interacts with anyone, always carries a suitcase, and his daily routine consists of kneeling and worshipping totems.

The evening before launch, after dinner, Billis tried to approach the engineer.

The engineer sat cautiously in an ebony chair away from the stove, his briefcase pressed against his left side.

Billy moved his chair over and offered the other person a cigar.

"Hey, can I borrow a light?"

"I don't smoke, thank you."

According to Mia's intelligence report, the engineer should smoke, which suggests he is very wary of everyone.

By the light of the searchlight, we can foresee that the snow is about to stop, the sky is filled with clouds, and tomorrow will be a sunny day.

"Tomorrow, we'll take our first step into outer space. What's wrong, buddy? You don't look too happy. Is something wrong?"

"fine."

Missing home?

Upon hearing the word "homesickness," engineer Xiong Ling immediately became alert; he feared he would become angry if the other party dared to utter another word.

Billy put on his X-ray glasses and confirmed that the bomb was indeed in the box.

At that moment, the security advisor arrived, and Billis pretended not to recognize Mia.

Mia sat opposite the two of them, her long legs crossed, while Xiong Ling seemed completely uninterested in the slender female elf.

"Gentlemen, don't you find the coffee at dinner a bit awkward?" Mia asked.

Engineer Xiong Ling wasn't interested in coffee either and didn't say a word.

Mia continued, "I heard that the Devil's Wine at the Grand Tavern is quite good; it can get rid of bad breath. If you don't mind it, I'll go and make you each a cup to warm you up."

Billies winked at the security advisor: "The advisors here can mix drinks too?"

"Drinking is a refined art."

"I'm afraid I might fall in love with this art form."

These two people seemed like the kind of frivolous couple who would definitely go to a corner and do something else after they finished drinking.

The engineer, having lowered his guard, immediately perked up at the mention of "devil's wine."

"Give me a drink too."

Mia went to the self-service bar to mix drinks, and Billis took the opportunity to ask the engineer, "Sir, you seem to know this area very well. Could you recommend a few places to have fun?"

The engineer was right; the man's tone was sure to win over most women, and the fun he was talking about must be related to women.

"Moli'ai Icefield has two famous cities. One you've definitely been to before, called 'The Great City,' and the other is the Forge, where most of the dwarves live. In both cities, blacksmithing and alcoholism are equally important. However, I also know of another city, a small town near East Silverback, which almost everyone who loves to have fun has been to."

"That sounds nice. What's her name?"

"The territory of the God of War, Mora City."

Hearing the name Mora so soon, Billis kept his surprise hidden.

"Oh, what a warm name, Mora? This must be a city full of femininity."

The engineer realized he had said too much and quickly shut his mouth.

Mia, like a professional waitress, held a tray in one hand and smilingly distributed the mixed drinks to everyone.

Three wine glasses, plus a bottle of chili wine tied to a leg ring.

Billis was clearly completely infatuated; he actually suggested switching places with the engineer.

The engineer granted the request, but not forgetting to take his important briefcase with him.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Mia lined up the bottles and let the engineer choose first.

The engineer, still on high alert, chose the far right option.

Billy tried a small sip, and his alcohol tolerance seemed to suddenly become much better than before. He hummed a little tune he had made up, and his eyes, in particular, kept staring at places he shouldn't be looking at.

The engineer only took a couple more sips, and his attention, which had been focused on the briefcase, was immediately dissolved by the alcohol.

For Xiong Ling, the allure of alcohol surpasses that of women, and nothing can stop the engineer from finishing the drink in one go.

His throat was stuck together, making it impossible for him to make a sound, but as a native aboriginal, he was sweating profusely as if he were being exposed to the scorching sun, and his heart was pounding and racing.

"Well done! Who taught you?"

Mia wouldn't tell him that it was magically processed and prepared in advance.

"Before I went into this line of work, I worked with dwarf leatherworkers. The knowledge of leather is as profound as that of alcohol, and I found passion and inspiration in the sparks from the anvil."

“You’re simply a genius,” the engineer suddenly turned to Bilis and said, “and you’re also a genius who finds inspiration and passion in women’s bodies.”

The engineer was starting to get slightly drunk.

Mia quickly pulled the chili wine off the leg ring and filled the empty glass.

During this time, Billy made a shady move by pressing a scanner on the engineer's briefcase.

This unassuming little thing can send the contents of a suitcase to Lisa as image data, creating fake bombs that are indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, Lisa will be able to deliver the high-quality replica suitcase downstairs.

Everything proceeded as planned.

Biris pretended to drink with her, and Mia kept refilling her glass. In the blink of an eye, the chili wine was only half full.

The engineer's big eyes were narrowed to slits; he was almost asleep, but not quite, and didn't even know what he was saying.

"My two wives. My first wife died young, leaving behind only two sons. My eldest son was born with a narrow mind and an empty head. He was a harmless lazybones with no talent for the Bear Spirit. He quickly adapted to his new life and became like a reincarnated person, timid and afraid of being hurt."

"You also have a younger son, don't you?"

"Completely unlike my eldest son, my younger son was naturally combative and a role model for Xiong Ling. I sent him to Mora City, and he never came back."

What kind of place is Mora City?

"I...didn't I tell you?"

"Hey, you only drank this little bit? Look, I drank twice as much as you."

Billis was holding the engineer's glass, and the other person didn't even recognize his own glass.

Five minutes later, the engineer turned pale, remained silent for a long time, and soon lay down.

Biris and Mia couldn't let him lie down, so they added honey to his cup to help him sober up.

Twenty minutes later, the engineer was finally able to say a few words, along with a burp.

"Gela, you just mentioned Mora City?"

What is the connection between Mora and the city of Mora?

"Their relationship is like, well, you and this lady's, well."

"What's the meaning?"

“Followers, Gelo, Mora’s followers live in Mora City, and so do I, Gelo, her follower.”

Who is Mora?

"The physically strong war god, Geluo, a descendant of the Northern King, has as many as five thousand followers."

What professions do the followers engage in?

"Northern merchants, well-trained militia, shrewd diplomats, gelu, blacksmiths, and barbarians."

"And engineers too."

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention, there are also engineers."

“I thought only Xiong Ling could become a follower.”

"Mora is not a bear spirit, Geluo."

"Mora lives in Mora City, is that what you mean?"

"Fool, Geluo, you still don't understand. Geluo, there isn't just one Mora. Anyone can become Mora. As long as you are chosen by the heavenly beings, you are Mora."

"And who are the celestial beings?"

"God's spokesperson."

Half an hour had passed, and Billis had asked almost all the questions he needed to ask. He then gave Mia a wink.

Mia said to the engineer, "You've had too much to drink. We'll take you upstairs."

The engineer grinned and said, "Don't forget my box, it's over there."

"I'll carry it for you."

Two people, one on each side, helped the engineer up the stairs.

On the third floor, at the corner, Lisa, carrying the exact same box, brushed past the engineer.

There are twelve hours left until the satellite launch.