Chapter 128: I Am a Person Who Particularly Dislikes It

It seemed that many of the engineers were well-versed in magic, and with their cooperation, the repair progress was remarkably swift. With a little help from Louis, they would be able to finish more than half of the work today.

While the engineers were busy repairing the mecha, Louis cast his gaze toward a massive, chain-bound sea anchor resting in the hall; it clearly wasn't designed for a ship. After asking Archie, Louis learned that these were custom-ordered by the Sea King race from the God of War’s Hammer, though their intended purpose in the depths of the ocean remained a mystery.

Louis wanted to replace the large circular saw on his mecha with this.

"Can we swap it out? Using a chainsaw is a bit too bloody," Louis remarked.

"This..." The engineers stared at the massive sea anchor, their eyes wide and their minds blank—wasn't this thing even bloodier? Besides, it was as big as a small hill; if you swung it around, wouldn't it rip the armor right off the frame along with it?

"Mr. Louis, wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?" the chief engineer asked with hesitation. "If we mount it, we might run into a lot of problems."

"There won't be any problems." Louis reached out, and as the space before him rippled, the sea anchor—which looked like a landscape rock from a residential complex—suddenly appeared before his eyes.

To the astonishment of everyone present, Louis grabbed the chain and gave it a hard tug, finding it didn't snap. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the chain was forged with elements like magic iron and Titan steel; he estimated even a dragon couldn't break it.

He then covered his mouth and blew a puff of air. Immediately, the sea anchor began to swell, growing larger and larger like a balloon!

A sudden gale surged through the hall, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away, and the shape of the object slowly morphed into a six-sided morning star!

Before long, the thing was the size of a house, and finally, it began to float in mid-air, appearing completely weightless.

However, when this massive object lightly brushed against the dome of the hall, it shattered a statue—it seemed the weight was gone, but the mass and inertia remained immense, far greater than before.

Louis reached out and wrote a few characters in the air toward the giant morning star: "1000t."

Yingling and the others stood with their mouths agape, looking at Louis with wide eyes.

"It's fake," Louis said with a smile. "I just wrote that for fun. It's filled with nothing but air."

Yingling and Lilith nodded blankly—it had to be a fake; it must be an illusion. They hadn't expected the boy to be so skilled at illusion magic.

But Archie, having looked at the giant morning star, felt his mouth twitch violently.

"There won't be any problems," Louis said, patting Lante’s small head. "Install it. I believe in you."

The engineers ultimately followed Louis's modification suggestion, and Louis nodded in satisfaction. Such a fine, heavy brick, and with such excellent materials—it would be a waste not to use it.

Archie suddenly tugged at Louis, indicating that he had recorded the footage today and intended to show it to the King. Louis nodded in approval. His Majesty "Iger" should be able to appreciate this level of craftsmanship.

Archie departed that morning. While the engineers repaired the "Son of Lante," Louis utilized the energy from his crystals to imbue various components of the mecha with a multitude of buffs to ensure it wouldn't fall apart during the competition.

The giant morning star, in particular, required careful buffing; otherwise, one swing could easily rattle the Son of Lante to pieces. Although the materials of the Son of Lante weren't ideal for enchanting, Louis felt that after forcing the enchantments, the effects would last for at least a few days. By then, the big guy would be sturdy enough—at least, swinging the morning star shouldn't be a problem. As long as he was careful and didn't play too rough, everything would be fine.

By the time he finished, it was almost evening. The group had a meal there, drank tea, and discussed matters for a while. Once things were settled, Louis called over Yingling, who had been smoking and watching from the sidelines, brought Lilith along, and prepared to return to the hotel.

Perhaps because he had caught the King off guard by using the magic fireplace today, the King had ordered it to be dismantled—allowing wizards to just appear in such places was not a good thing. However, Archie had already prepared a vehicle, so the group finally drove toward the hotel.

Unlike Kate's vehicle, Archie's car had four seats facing each other in the back. Louis and Yingling sat face to face.

On the way, Yingling, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.

"Louis, do you really intend to join this struggle?" In her eyes, Louis was only trying to help Osicrys, but this matter had blown up way too large.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Louis knew Yingling was a know-it-all who was privy to a vast amount of intelligence, so he knew there was more to her words than met the ear.

"Louis," Yingling said, narrowing her eyes. "This matter is essentially a conflict between Her Majesty Delphinia and the Red Queen. If you get involved, the Witch Queen may not necessarily be grateful, but you will certainly anger the Red Queen."

"Heh, I'm not afraid of offending people." Louis looked at Yingling with a smile. "I'm a very annoying person; if I weren't, I wouldn't be so universally disliked."

Yingling shook her head, feeling that she understood this person less and less. She had heard from Archie that Louis seemed to want to bring the Mysterious Nursing Home to the city of London and turn it into an independent department, with himself as the director. But was there any need to make such a big scene? This would definitely offend the Red Queen. Thinking of that Red Queen, Yingling felt a trace of fear. There were rumors that she had once severely wounded the Dark Lord (in reality, she had killed him once, shattering the mirror).

Perhaps after this, she would have to beg the Master for help. Otherwise, this little knight of Osicrys would be in trouble. By then, Osicrys would have lost an important pillar of support. But why would the Master help a strange little wizard? Even she hadn't seen the Master in a long time... Surely He hadn't forgotten her, had He?

At this thought, Yingling quietly wiped away a tear and sniffled. A faint, familiar scent drifted into her nose once more. But when she tried to sniff carefully, she felt the scent vanish again. Pulling the blanket over herself, Yingling wore a strange expression. She always felt as if something was not quite right.

When they returned to the hotel, Louis saw Stewart at the entrance. Stewart had gone with the Princess today, which meant Osicrys had returned as well.

"Her Highness is in her suite now, chatting and having tea with the mages," Stewart said with a fawning smile. "You wouldn't believe it, but today, when the nobles saw those mages, they were all stunned. Many of the nobles from the Queen's faction, who had been cold and indifferent to Her Highness, changed their tune today, all hoping to get to know the mages through her."

Louis nodded. He had asked Bach to summon all the renowned mages from the association today. Many of these mages were not only famous but also held real power and noble titles, so they had certainly provided plenty of prestige.

"At the end, Her Highness even took the stage and gave a speech—luckily, I was well-prepared and had written a draft," Stewart said, laughing triumphantly. He seemed very much like an old eunuch feeling delighted to see his young master stealing the spotlight.

Louis nodded, knowing that Stewart had worked hard behind the scenes today. He was about to praise him, but seeing Yingling eyeing him suspiciously, he held his tongue. It had been amusing to trade barbs with Yingling these past two days, and he wanted to keep the game going a while longer.

"Oh, by the way, sir, there is one more important matter," Stewart said. "The waiter told me that Count Crowley called you several times today. Please return his call when you have a moment."

"Understood. Miss Yingling, Miss Lilith, please head over with Sir Stewart first." With that, Louis bowed slightly, bid them farewell, and returned to his room to make the call.

"Uh... sister, I'm going back to my room to change," Lilith said, her eyes darting around.

But before she could take a step, her sister grabbed her by the tail. "Go get me a tobacco pouch—if I don't see you in Her Highness's suite in three minutes, I'll pluck your fur out."

Lilith's ears drooped in fear, and she scurried off obediently.

Yingling studied Stewart for a few moments. She had never known Stewart was "one of their own," so she hadn't paid much attention to him before. But today, she felt something was off. Bol was one of the Master's people, and Stewart had an excellent relationship with Bol. Could it be that they were both connected to the Master?

Yingling's eyes rolled as she decided to test him.

"The tasks the Master entrusted to you recently—they've all been completed, haven't they?" Yingling tapped her pipe and said indifferently.