Chapter 795: Chapter 31: No Need for Assistance (Part 3)

What’s going on, are you staying up so late just to think about these things?

Although you haven’t done anything for me, I’m grateful for your goodwill. I want to do something to repay you… and you couldn’t come up with an answer, so you came to ask me directly? So anxious that you even forgot to change into your regular clothes…

Are you provoking me? Do you think I’m not low enough already? How stiff can you get?

Gongsun Ce felt both angry and amused; he wanted to get mad at this woman but didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Once again, he realized that these emotional outbursts had no effect on her. The young man simply waved his hand weakly and said: “Actually, sometimes you don’t need to say so much; a hug for a friend is enough.”

Dawn Knight was stunned for a moment. It seemed like only now did she realize that this young man considered her a friend.

She opened her arms, seemingly wanting a hug.

Gongsun Ce helplessly wiped his face, suddenly realizing that getting angry with this person was meaningless. What’s there to be mad about? You know she never meant any harm, her words are meant to make you better. She didn’t ignore you… she’s just too clumsy.

He reached out and patted the Dawn Knight’s shoulder.

“I’m just kidding. I don’t need anything; I’m happy you could say this to me.”

“But…”

“That’s too rude, I can’t take advantage of the opportunity.” Gongsun Ce smiled, “Remember to say thank you next time.”

“Why?” Alandia said, confused.

He didn’t know how to explain, so he asked in return: “Then why did you choose to talk about reasoning first?”

Alandia replied seriously: “It involves an attitude of seeking the truth. To me, that’s the most important thing.”

Gongsun Ce scratched his head, feeling speechless. He tried to organize his words: “It’s undoubtedly important, but… in other people’s eyes, it’s not the ‘most important,’ is it? You know, not everyone is like you.”

Alandia rested the knuckle of her index finger on her forehead, seemingly lost in deep thought. After a while, she lowered her hand and looked straight into the young man’s eyes.

“You’re right, Mr. Gongsun. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal.”

He awkwardly scratched his head and said: “There’s the duel before the king in a few days, get some early sleep. Good night, Miss Alandia.”

Alandia nodded: “Good night, Mr. Gongsun.”

He closed the door and lay back on the bed. The oppressive mood eased somewhat, making him feel less uncomfortable. He felt it was worth his effort. After all, he was helping a clumsy person, not a cold machine.

Whether there was a hug didn’t really matter. Many times you feel lonely simply because you think no one cares about you.

Gongsun Ce pulled up the quilt and fell asleep with a slightly calmed mood.

Outside the window, the fine rain fell like a curtain, the cold wind biting.

·

The next day in the capital, it rained incessantly. Cold, damp drops fell endlessly, and the gray sky felt unbearably oppressive. Supibia’s streets were occupied by open umbrellas, looking like a colorful parade in the gloomy city from above.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Gongsun Ce stowed his umbrella and walked into the headquarters’ tea room with Dawn Knight. Several knights were resting inside; the lousy weather hardly brought good moods. They greeted each other and merged into the breathless somberness.

Gongsun Ce flipped through a newspaper, and Rakael, nearby, looked for something to talk about: “Any good news?”

“The avant-garde artists in White Stone District are doing vulgar graffiti on the streets, a marquess’s house in Blue Church District had a theft scandal… we dealt with that case last week, it didn’t make the news; turns out his lover stole the family heirloom.” Gongsun Ce scanned the next line, “Rumors say the Crown Prince is going to discuss again… it’s been three weeks, should start leaking news by now… finally, there’s another murder case in the east district, a pauper accidentally killed someone in a fight for money.”

Yuliy, who was listening, sighed heavily; Gafri acted as if he didn’t hear. “Holy King above.” Sara, lying on the floor, complained, “Any ‘good’ news?”

The tea room door slammed open; the knight Orianna rushed in breathlessly, excitedly saying: “It’s fixed!! It’s fixed!!!”

Everyone stared blankly at her, and then their expressions turned to joy. They hurriedly ran out of the tea room, with Sara, the four-legged golden retriever, ironically becoming the slowest. Led by Orianna, they rushed to the headquarters’ duel field and saw Mo Yuankai standing beside the old captain.

Knight Macrow was clad in armor like ashes; the armor was still old but complete. Several parts had subtle adjustments during repair, and the most significant change was in the center of the breastplate: the original cross star was surrounded by a radiant golden ring, resembling a black sun in a solar eclipse.

Everyone watched the old captain tensely. The old man closed his eyes tightly, raised his right hand, and a pale golden aura swept the field instantly, making people feel warmth from the heart.

“I must say…”

Macrow opened his eyes and said: “It’s perfect. It feels even better than before.”

“Great!!” “That’s wonderful!!” “Holy King, thank you!!”

The knights cheered in unison, the old captain leading an embrace for the young craftsman. Mo Yuankai, surrounded by everyone, awkwardly waved his hand. The gloomy haze of the rainy day was instantly dispelled, and Gongsun Ce stood by, feeling joy and pride for his friend’s achievement.

Finally, some good news. He thought, this is really great.

·

And the rain kept falling, upon Supibia, upon the far eastern district away from the headquarters.