Free Web NovelChapter 776: Chapter 734: Victims
A few days later, Long Island, New York.
Warm sunshine poured over him, as Su Ming sat quietly behind the desk, almost resembling Ge You in his slouchy pose, acting like a lazy fish.
He squinted watching the adjutant quietly upgrade the program, also watching Gin happily move around the room, shifting the war trophies he brought back.
Asgardians are always interested in war trophies, no matter what they are, as long as they are snatched from the battlefield, Gin likes them.
"Boss, can the Celestial God’s fragments be used to forge weapons?" freewёbnoνel.com
Gin lifted the heel fragment dug by Su Ming, repeatedly examining it. Just like the body of the Celestial Divine Species, it was a piece of blinding red metal.
"It’s hard to say, I don’t know if any furnace at this point in time can melt the Celestial God’s shell, considering it remains unfazed in the sun. Perhaps you could find some acquaintances in the Dwarf Realm."
Gin tilted her head, pondered for a moment, let out an ’um’, and with a smile, she placed the metal down and turned her attention to a set of armor nearby.
It was a set of ancient armor tapped from the Holy Shield Brotherhood, a piece of magic equipment—the specifics still required appraisal from Kama Taiji, and Su Ming didn’t trust the Holy Shield’s claims.
Although the armor appeared to gleam with silver light, it wasn’t in the Valkyrie style of Northern Europe; instead, it resembled an artistic sculpture.
Standing there like a goddess, its waist was slim, chest erect, with decorative metal flowers scattered across. The mask was of a delicate female face, with two deep red markings under the eyes, seemingly like tears of blood.
The impression it gave was... somewhat enchanting and eerie, as if a ghost inhabited the armor.
After the adjutant’s preliminary inspection, its materials were merely ordinary steel, and the cloak deemed it fine—the value lay in the advanced enchantments on the armor.
"Don’t rush to wear it; I’ll have Hamill and Monac check it for safety first." Seeing Gin preparing to change, Su Ming halted her.
"Really?" Gin sniffed the armor with her little nose, identifying an issue: "This armor... smells really nice."
"Is it the scent of fried chicken or the scent of earth?" Su Ming laughed as he approached, wrapping his arm around Gin’s shoulder, both of them standing and inspecting the armor.
When the equipment was brought back, it was covered in dust; what other scent could there be besides earth?
Gin glared at him, wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him forward to let him sniff it himself, while she smiled at Su Ming’s puzzled expression.
"Fragrant?" Su Ming frowned; the armor smelled like flowers.
"Fragrant." Gin embraced the armor, happily replying. As a warrior, she had often worn armor; no matter how beautiful one might be, returning from battle always meant the armor was stinking of sweat.
Now this armor clearly lacked such a problem, she was pleased, perhaps wearing it would make her fragrant too.
"Don’t rush to wear it; this armor’s issue isn’t something Hamill and they can resolve. I’ll contact Secret Guest, Satanah, and Hel, have the Lords of Hell come to take a look."
"Okay then, if it doesn’t fit, I’ll have to find a blacksmith to modify it, best to handle the issue with the Celestial God Fragment together, don’t want to run back and forth." Gin suppressed her urge to try on the new equipment.
Su Ming nodded, walked back to the desk and dialed Hamill, clamping the receiver with his chin and said to Gin: "Safety first, if this armor doesn’t work out, I’ll find you something better."
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In the boundless cosmos, still that small floating island
With a giant head, the observer had just concluded his description; in his eyes, Earth remained the same.
Yet he knew everything had changed; he simply didn’t voice it—he was just an observer.
The small humanoid recorder flew back to his shoulder: "A complex multi-species coexisting planet, this is a valuable record."
He took out a light ball from his chest, which served as its ’tape.’
"Like I’ve said before, I have much to learn... I cannot define this world." The observer dimmed the light in his eyes, refocused on the recorder, his task completed.
The observer articulated his viewpoint, a principle, just like he had done before.
"Alright, I must return to report to Eternal. Earth is truly fascinating..." The recorder issued a mechanical sentiment, then instantly vanished into the sky.
The observer looked once more at Earth, nodding subtly, perhaps in agreement with something, though soon he turned and left, with more matters to observe.
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Wakanda recently encountered a major affair, causing all tribes across the nation to mobilize, conducting exhaustive searches within the forests and mountains of their borders.
Even if a bubble emerged from beneath the swamp, it had to be pierced with a long spear to explore its reality; even if the wind rustled the leaves, the guards would turn them over to see if anyone was hiding behind them.
No one complained, because what was lost was practically the foundation of Wakanda’s existence, and once those treasures flowed into the outside world, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The elderly current king wore the Black Panther uniform, a piece of clothing made from dark leather, which besides providing some bulletproof effect, had no other function.
A colorful blanket full of ethnic style wrapped around his waist, and a necklace of colorful beads hung around his neck, resembling a small garland.
His name is Azzuri, the most gifted and capable king in the history of Wakanda.
The so-called ability does not refer to his combat strength, but his exceptional skill in governing the country; even the White Ape Tribe, which always had a conflict of faith with the Black Panther Tribe, now willingly followed his orders.
He is a magnanimous elder, capable of devising policies that satisfy everyone, and at the same time, a just and strict king who established the laws of Wakanda.
’Azzuri the Wise’ is his title; the people do not call him the Black Panther but revere him as if he were a new deity.
But now, this wise man is pacing restlessly in a cave.
This secret cave was originally used for growing heart-shaped grass, a mysterious herb that was extremely precious, cultivated through countless generations’ meticulous care, resulting in a small patch inside the cave.
But now, only scattered fragments remain, with most disappearing, and the small fields look as if they were attacked by wild boars, the soil overturned.
Numerous heart-shaped grasses have vanished without a trace.
"Did you see nothing the night before yesterday?" Azzuri squatted beside the field, along with others responsible for taking care of the heart-shaped grass.
"Yes, Your Majesty, we did not notice any noise, let alone moving so many herbs, which would at least require a large cart."
A Black man lying on the ground cried as he answered, even though Azzuri, a kind ruler, did not blame them at all, but losing these precious herbs was indeed the guards’ responsibility, and they felt bad about it.
Azzuri touched his chin, circled the field again, and squatted down: "Indeed, the opponent’s strength far exceeds yours, you couldn’t have discovered them; they should have floated close to the ground, leaving no footprints."
"Float... Your Majesty, are you talking about ghost souls?" The Black man wiped his face and lifted his head.
"Even I cannot figure out who did it." Azzuri shook his head and sighed: "But we still have some plants left, we can cultivate new heart-shaped grass; it’s fortunate the intruders didn’t harm you."
The Black man lying on the ground also sighed: "But the opponent knows all the treasure locations, and did not touch any defense measures at the border, could it be...?"
Azzuri understood the guard’s meaning, indicating the crime was committed by Wakanda insiders.
But there was an intuition, telling him the perpetrator was an outsider, though he didn’t know how the person infiltrated Wakanda, stealing the heart-shaped grass and Vibranium under heavy guard; he felt it was an outsider.
"Don’t say more, I trust my country and people, there will be no traitor." Azzuri emphasized his words to stop further suspicions about insiders.
"As you command, Your Majesty." The guard lowered his head, filled with gratitude.
"Um... Your Majesty, I heard some strange noises that night." Just then, a small voice came from the crowd.
The crowd parted with a noise, revealing the speaker, a frail little girl, but her eyes were entirely white, she was blind.
Due to her blindness, she couldn’t hold other jobs, so the country arranged for her to perform simple tasks here.
"Oh?" Azzuri walked to the girl, touched her head: "What noise did the opponent make?"
"That night, I had already gone to sleep, when suddenly I heard breathing near my ear, and the person also chuckled like this ’heh heh...’, I immediately reached out to touch, but found nothing, thinking it was an illusion..."
The little girl said with her head lowered, seeming somewhat at a loss, twisting her fingers in a flustered manner.
"Heh heh, hmm... Thank you, brave girl." Azzuri thought for a moment, gently encouraging.
Unfortunately, this information was of no use, besides showing the opponent was elusive, and clearly knew the role of heart-shaped grass, it didn’t prove anything.
When everyone was deeply pondering, a young man walked into the cave from outside, directly towards Azzuri: "Father, the rough estimate of the loss at the mine over there has been figured out."
The king looked at his eldest son T’Chaka, not yet entirely rid of his youthful impetuousness, almost running here: "Tell me, how much Vibranium have we lost?"
"...About two tons or so, the opponent personally flew into the mine’s depths, autonomously extracting from the ore vein; this figure is only a rough calculation." T’Chaka frustratingly responded. freewebnovёl.ƈom
Azzuri also fell into confusion; only one person broke into the heart-shaped grass cave unnoticed, but if it was only one person, how could they take away two tons of metal on the same night without leaving a single footprint?
This event has become the century-old mystery of Wakanda.
