Chapter 773: Chapter 24 Royal Family Scandal (3)_2

Gongsun Ce gasped, his Superpower completely ineffective this time, as if he had been fighting ghosts in Shadow Mist City. Without hesitation, he flew up into the sky, performing evasive maneuvers to dodge the spirit attacks while hurling Telekinesis blasts at the gaps around Lorning. The Superpower attacks were fully blocked by a sculpture protecting the Mage in front, the old coot flipping him off and laughing wildly, “Idiot! Moron! Frog in a well! Full of yourself!”

Running away, Gongsun Ce shouted back, “We all know you’re motherless, no need to keep bringing it up!”

“Rot-brained brat, go crawl into your ancestral tomb and breed maggots!” the old Mage raged furiously.

Seeing the dispute about to escalate, Mo Yuankai hastily donned his battle armor and leaped into the fray, urging, “Let’s all fight nicely, be civil, no insults!”

“This is you breaking up the fight?!” Orianna shrieked.

Hundreds of spirits gathered together, forming a giant, towering ghost. “You, too, get lost,” it said, a claw sweeping towards Mo Yuankai. The old Mage’s voice thundered from its mouth, “Return Soul!”

Mo Yuankai’s eyes suddenly went blank, as if he’d lost consciousness, motionless. Yet his arms, seemingly without thought, raised themselves. His golden right gauntlet shone brightly, with emotionless mechanical sounds emanating from within the armor.

“Heavy Light Fist.”

The right gauntlet launched like a rocket, striking the enormous ghost squarely in the torso. The hero’s force erupted within the enemy, much like the battle with the Dragon Beast of the city in the skies, disintegrating it into pure light!

As the light faded, Mo Yuankai appeared beside the old Mage, his eyes clear and bright. Lorning snorted, “Oh… you’ve improved a bit.”

“I’ve been fooled once, so I had to figure something out,” smiled Mo Yuankai gently, “I’m too old for all this fighting and killing. If I pulled my back, nobody would be happy, and it would be awkward running my business in the city center. If there’s an issue, why don’t we sit down and talk nicely?”

Lorning’s office was a mess like a chicken coop. A jumble of assorted statues, Crystal Balls, bones, and whatnot were piled together. Ancient books lay everywhere, with scattered pages and documents making it difficult to find a place to stand. The six of them, familiar and unfamiliar alike, had entered the room; Kerky was holding a teapot and pouring tea for the guests.

“Don’t pour tea for the Superpower Users!” Lorning ordered coldly from behind his desk.

“Don’t be so petty, old man, you’re just making yourself look stupid and stingy.”

Kerky seemed to ignore this, placing cups of tea in front of the two visitors and stood behind the old Mage. Gongsun Ce glared triumphantly, deliberately making noise while sipping his tea. The old Mage picked up a book and threw it at him.

Alandia realized they might start fighting again unless she said something, so she preempted, “Your Excellency, I have some questions I would like your opinion on, and I would like to demand Mr. Charlie Morton’s seal.”

Gongsun Ce sneered, feigning authority, then suddenly realized, “Hey, wait, isn’t the seal stolen by Kerky?”

“This clearly came from his Excellency Lorning.”

The old Mage stroked his beard, sneering, “Now you realize there are smarter people than you? We’ll discuss your question in a minute. Let’s talk about the seal first. Superpower scamps, what do you think of Charlie Morton?”

Mo Yuankai tried to use gentle words, “Below the average proficiency expected of a high-ranking member…”

Gongsun Ce was blunt, “Useless.”

“First in foolishness and cowardice, ultimate in incompetence and greed,” the old Mage mocked, “which is why he cannot be the Crown Prince! Imagine, if the Queen were to pass in two months, and Charlie ascended to the throne, what shape would this Country be in!”

“Wait a second,” Gongsun Ce exclaimed in shock, “Her Majesty the Queen is only expected to live another month?”

Lorning looked at him with a strange mix of sympathy, disgust, understanding, and mockery.

“They didn’t tell you? The Colored Glaze Disaster is approaching, and everyone might die.”

Orianna stood up in panic, “Your Excellency, that’s classified—”

“You talk to me about classified?”

Lorning scoffed. He gestured, and a poet-like plaster half-statue flew up from the clutter, landing on the desk with a slap. Lorning tapped the statue’s forehead, and the poet began to sing as if it was brought to life:

“In the first month of summer’s end,

From the void descends the Colored Glaze woe.

Fear and greed swallow the capital whole,

Glory and strength, to naught they shall go.

Hope is faint, its source unknown…

Trust in courage, with enlightenment sown.”

After the statue finished its prophetic song, it clammed up. The Mage tossed it aside nonchalantly and said, “Got that?”

“Do me a favor and translate that,” Mo Yuankai said.

Lorning leaned back in his chair, annoyed, “At the beginning of August, a terrible Dragon Disaster will strike, and Supibia is likely to be destroyed. Everyone here could well die, the prophecy is unclear about where salvation lies, that’s about it.”

Gongsun Ce took several seconds to digest this supposed prophecy, which was shockingly unexpected. He indeed suspected that something would happen to the Country, perhaps a new treasure emerging, a great warrior being born, or some schemer plotting a coup… but he never imagined it would be a dragon.

He ventured, “I mean, is this thing accurate?”

“I hope not,” said the old Mage icily, “It’s a relic left by a calamitous Creator Realm Mage, used for eight hundred years. The only time it was wrong was when it foretold an earthquake in the west; the problem was it spoke too poetically, causing the Chief Mage to misinterpret the area.”