Munitions Empire

In the dim experimental lab, Yulin was playing with a flask. Her delicate fingers gently swayed the liquid inside, her eyes lifeless, as if not focused on anything.

"Don't be so listless, sometimes you should learn from that girl Yue'er. If you like someone, go for it; what's the use of sulking here?" Roger walked up behind Yulin and offered words of comfort.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the castle, many people were aware that yesterday Yue'er had arrived at the Dragon's Den and stayed in Tang Mo's chamber without leaving.

Early this morning, the two of them had breakfast together, and it seemed that the metaphorical paper window between them had been completely pierced through.

Yulin felt a little aggrieved because she was actually the first one to arrive, but now, whether it was Alice or Yue'er, it seemed they had both gotten ahead of her.

How could she, who had always liked Tang Mo, not feel sad? After all, she was supposed to be the happiest woman in the world.

"Grandpa Roger... I don't even know if Tang Mo likes me or not..." Yulin's voice trembled with grievance as she spoke.

"Ha, I don't know about others, but that kid Tang Mo, he's just a lecherous little devil! With you being such a beautiful girl, how could he possibly not like you." Roger took out a stainless steel hip flask from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig.

This material was developed by the technical department of the Great Tang Group, and it hadn't yet been mass-produced, so there were only a few of these flasks in the world.

One was with Tang Mo, another with Roger, and the last one was in the hands of Mathews, who claimed to have quit drinking.

As for why Mathews needed such an item, nobody knew. Anyway, he had quit drinking... uh... truly quit...

"Sigh..." Hearing Roger call Tang Mo lecherous, Yulin sighed with resentment—what she hated was Tang Mo's lechery; in the blink of an eye, he had already established "pure" relationships with two women.

And the crux of the matter was... it didn't matter if he was impure, but why couldn't he be impure with her just once, to put her mind at ease?

"You, stop overthinking," Roger said as he steadied Yulin's hand, which was shaking the flask. "Listen to Grandpa Roger, just do what you need to do. I'll find an opportunity to talk to Tang Mo and tell him... your feelings..."

"Don't!" Like a startled rabbit, Yulin immediately rejected Roger's suggestion: "He's not a fool, he's just been playing dumb all along. If you tell him, then he will have to make a decision, and I'm afraid..."

Her love was so obvious, and Tang Mo was certainly no naive boy; how could he possibly be unaware of anything?

Yulin believed that Tang Mo's lack of acknowledgment was an attitude in itself. If he didn't say he liked her, it meant he didn't.

"I, an old man, don't know what you're all being so stubborn about." Roger picked up the flask, looking at the clear liquid inside, clueless about what it was.

Roger felt that he understood Tang Mo quite well; he thought of his junior as a passive scoundrel—of course, he didn't know the word "scoundrel," but he got the gist.

Tang Mo was definitely not a good man, not the kind of moral paragon who loves only one woman for his whole life.

However, he wouldn't actively court women. He would even use his sluggish reaction to reject many women's advances, like Susan, who was a prime example.

The best way to deal with such a passive scoundrel was to be proactive, and to stick to him very activenly! As long as she met his aesthetic, met his requirements, he would accept, and do so as a matter of course.

He wouldn't refuse, because he was greedy and amorous. He was not a good person, but he was nonchalantly disgusting.

Undoubtedly, in Roger's eyes, Yulin was excellent, and she was even likely one of the few people in the world who understood Tang Mo the best.

She had learned a lot of modern knowledge at school, which made it easier for Yulin to understand Tang Mo technologically and in terms of thought patterns, an advantage no other woman possessed.

So, Yulin definitely met Tang Mo's standards, she could enter Tang Mo's circle of women.

Precisely because of this, the reason why Yulin hadn't become Tang Mo's true woman yet might just be that neither of them had taken the initiative...

"Hey, Uncle Roger, what strange ideas are you filling Yulin's head with now?" Tang Mo's voice arose from behind the two.

Yulin's face turned red at once, fearing that Tang Mo had overheard their conversation. Roger, however, seemed unperturbed as he shook the flask in his hand, "What's this?"

"Hmm..." Tang Mo didn't recognize it at first glance; he looked towards his laboratory table, hoping to find some clues.

"I was just messing around with nothing to do, and I mixed some Bǎicǎokū according to the formula in your notes," Yulin said, as if it were a trivial matter.

"Bǎicǎokū? What's that?" Roger obviously didn't know what this substance was for.

"Uh... that's not easy to explain... Previously, didn't we want to assassinate a few people from Shireck... I managed to get some of this stuff." Tang Mo explained somewhat awkwardly, "Well, roughly, it's similar to poison."

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"Poison?" Roger's hand trembled, nearly dropping the beaker to the ground.

"Something like that," Tang Mo squeezed out a smile, "I mean, Yulin, what are you doing mixing up something this dangerous for no reason?"

"It's nothing..." Of course, Yulin wouldn't explain that she'd actually felt a sudden urge to take a sip.

"Is this stuff very toxic?" Roger carefully set down the beaker, his nerves unsettled as he asked Tang Mo.

"It has many advantages. For instance, there is no antidote, its toxicity is fierce, and... it's colorless, tasteless, and it doesn't kill immediately," Tang Mo explained, "The dying process will last about two days, so our people have enough time to evacuate, safely and efficiently."

"The dying process?" The more Roger heard about this essential travel companion for murder and mayhem, the more intrigued he became.

"Yeah, it causes fibrosis of the victim's lungs, how should I put it? It's like... bit by bit... turning into... something akin to stone. The poisoned individual will struggle to breathe, gradually losing bodily functions, yet helpless to stop it." As Tang Mo spoke, he lifted the beaker and poured the liquid into the waste disposal sink.

After rinsing it with water for a while, he turned back to Yulin, "I'm planning to go somewhere fun. Do you want to come along?"

"Where to?" Yulin's eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity.

"Let's go, you'll see when we get there." Tang Mo extended his hand, making a classic gentleman's gesture to invite a lady."

A blissful smile immediately spread across Yulin's face. She reached out her hand to join Tang Mo's, and the two left the laboratory together.

Roger watched their retreating figures with a smile before shaking his head. Then he glanced at the waste disposal sink, seemingly worried, he quickly caught up to the departing pair, "I say, such terrifying things shouldn't exist in Dragon's Den; we need to move the laboratory out! Do you hear me?"

"Alright, alright! I got it!" Tang Mo shouted back at Roger, feigning impatience.

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Yue'er hugged her pillow, curled up happily in bed, reveling in her bliss. To lazily enjoy a glass of milk in a soft bed was truly a delight.

If possible, she wouldn't move at all that day. This was the life she had longed for, the kind that felt so blissfully content.

The bedroom was covered with the finest blankets, the walls adorned with priceless paintings, and sunlight filtered through delicate lace curtains onto the soft blanket, which felt ineffably comforting to step on.

No wonder everyone envied the life of the rich. Yue'er rubbed her fluffy ears against the pillow, breathing in a sense of comfort she had never known before.

Last night, she had become a woman.

Yes, it felt good, indescribably good.

"Miss, here are your clothes." A procession of servants entered the bedroom, bringing food and a set of exquisite school uniforms.

"School uniform?" Having seen the uniforms of Great Tang Military Academy, Yue'er recognized at a glance that this was from another school.

"The master said, while you're here, you should still continue your education, so he has arranged for you to study for a master's in economics and management at Dragon City University," the head maid explained kindly.

Everyone knew that this cat-eared lady, who looked stunningly beautiful, was the castle's first "lady of the house," hence they spoke to her with extra politeness.

Tang Mo wasn't opposed to having a few "ornamental" women around, but he preferred for his women to have their own things to keep busy with.

It's no fun if everyone just sits around playing mahjong all day, scheming and conniving, right? Tang Mo hadn't watched "The Legend of Zhen Huan" for nothing, knowing that when women gather, his own household isn't far from ruin.

After all, Tang Mo wouldn't be impressed with someone too mediocre. But those with character and ability, wouldn't they stir up trouble when put together?

"Phew! Finally, I won't be at the same school as that impossibly strong woman," Yue'er wasn't averse to schooling; she just wasn't comfortable attending the same institution as Yulin.

Yulin was simply too powerful, bizarrely so. This made Yue'er, who was actually quite excellent in many aspects, seem commonplace by comparison.

This time, at Dragon City University, she would be the queen, the queen of Dragon City University!

Yeah, Yue'er is coming! Peace will befall Dragon City University! Yue'er is coming, and Dragon City University's queen has arrived! Wahahaha!

With that thought, Yue'er leaped out of bed and showed off her impressive figure in front of all the maids.

As a result, two-thirds of the maids lost heart instantly, sinking into a feeling of self-contempt. The remaining third thought that perhaps if Tang Mo went blind or mad... they might still have a chance...

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