Chapter 53

Gongsun Murong immediately took out the wrapped dumplings.

He made them every day, with meat fillings, which included lean meat and aromatic plants, like scallions.

After wrapping them, he steamed them four times a day, two steamer baskets at a time, and Narasha could eat a lot.

This way, no matter when Narasha woke up, she could have hot food to eat.

When Gongsun Murong made dumplings, he never used his inner strength, nor did he use battle qi or magic.

He relied solely on the strength of his hands.

He felt every tiny bit of the flour, kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it with filling, and shaped it into beautiful ears of rice.

Each dumpling was the same size, looking more like a work of art than food.

In addition to the dumplings, there was a bowl of wild vegetable soup, freshly made, to balance the meat.

There was no need for vegetables; sometimes Narasha's requirements were very low.

"Delicious, Brother Murong, have we arrived at the capital yet?" Narasha, after a quick wash, stuffed dumplings into her mouth and asked.

"A few more hours," Gongsun Murong put away the crystal coffin and smiled at Narasha.

"Oh, did we fight?" Narasha asked again.

Gongsun Murong looked up at a spot in the cabin, as if gazing into the distance, and shook his head: "Not yet, but it's probably coming soon, we're almost at the capital."

"Okay! I'll eat faster. The moment when people think they've succeeded is when they are most relaxed. It's the calm before the storm. Perhaps, it's now that the wind is filling the tower."

After saying this, Narasha indeed sped up, and in the blink of an eye, a steamer basket of dumplings was in her stomach. She picked up the bowl and gulped it down.

"Alright, that's enough. Eating too much will make it hard to fight." Narasha wiped her mouth and held out her hand to her brother Murong for something.

Gongsun Murong looked out the window, seeing that the spring atmosphere was not very strong, and took out various light green jewelry. After hesitating, he put them away and chose white ones instead.

Narasha put them on one by one: "You want me to support, okay, I'll heal everyone."

"But why do I still feel very worried?" Narasha, now equipped, asked with a small face.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and said simultaneously: "Prohibited Magic Field!"

The Prohibited Magic Field, as the name suggests, is a place where all magical fluctuations lose their effect.

The research on magic has already yielded fixed results, but to achieve this, a high price must be paid.

So-called prohibited magic means stopping magic with magic, requiring countless magical accessories to be used simultaneously, and consuming a large amount of crystal cores.

Under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to do this.

The cost and the benefits are not proportional.

However, in this case, it's different. It can eliminate a large number of young talents in a principality, and kill their elite guards.

What does the loss of resources matter?

"Really?" The two said simultaneously again.

Gongsun Murong, without hesitation, took things out of his soul space again.

First, two particle guns, which he originally had on his spaceship.

Then twenty pistols, ten rifles, and the same caliber bullets, physical kinetic energy ones, not crystal core-driven.

Gongsun Murong made them, the initial purpose being... to complete a handicraft class when the intelligent butler was telling him about his race's history.

From the Stone Age to the Laser Age.

Gongsun Murong made everything, except nuclear weapons, for which he lacked materials.

In the later Anti-Matter Age, he couldn't make them by hand, and even laser weapons he didn't make.

But he made quite a few of these firearms, which he later destroyed, as they were not helpful for personal growth.

During his space jump, his race was in an era of dual development, utilizing pure energy and coordinating it with body energy.

Now he had to take out the antique weapons he had collected.

No one else in the fleet, except for him and Narasha, had inner strength.

If they encountered a Prohibited Magic Field, and then a Prohibited Qi Field, everyone would be dead.

"Hand them out, this is called being prepared." Gongsun Murong arranged the guns and bullets, one pistol with forty bullets, one rifle with eighty bullets.

Narasha also broke out in a cold sweat; her sense of danger was equally strong.

She could tell who was genuinely kind to her and who was pretending.

Clearly, the first person who was good to her was her brother Murong.

She felt very dangerous now, more so than when they passed through the transmission channel.

If there were no accidents, that would be best, and she could continue her peaceful and happy life.

But if they were really attacked, just waiting to die would be wrong.

Gongsun Murong thought for a few seconds and decided to order people to be on guard, even if it was a mistake, it would just be a joke.

"Bring Princess Lucia over." Gongsun Murong shouted at the small door next to the cabin.

There was a stir.

"Also gather thirty people who are good with bows and crossbows." Narasha added.

Soon, over a hundred people gathered at the cabin door.

Not only the people they requested came, but others did too.

Including two earth mages and four earth warriors.

They already knew that Narasha had woken up.

They were very clear that, to some extent, the two siblings could stand against the entire fleet.

Who would dare to ignore what the two were worried about?

Gongsun Murong briefly explained the situation.

There was no sarcasm or ridicule as he expected; everyone had a serious look.

"The first divine mage of the empire has the ability to predict. Many people have found his warnings laughable, but ultimately paid with their lives."

The first captain's words clarified things for Gongsun Murong and Narasha.

In other words, it's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't.

At worst, everyone would have a busy day, but there would be no loss.

So, thirty strong people, the best with bows and crossbows, were immediately selected.

They took the weapons.

Lucia also took a laser gun, fired twice, and mastered the usage method, which was simple, with no recoil.

There were only two particle guns, one for her and one for Narasha, each capable of firing a hundred times.

Gongsun Murong only took a sword.

Everyone who didn't know the situation was moved; Earl Gongsun actually gave the weapons to the Ninth Princess at a time he thought was dangerous.

This was a true noble, a true gentleman.

Thus, the people who were about to reach the capital became tense again.

At the same time, the combat magic spaceship lowered its altitude and slowed down.

No one wanted to be directly dropped from the sky and die due to the influence of a war accessory, and no ship was completely immune to interference.

The entire fleet closed all external communications, and all personnel were in position.

This was the most standard procedure, everything done according to military rules.

After advancing for another half an hour, they were less than six hours away from the capital.

Gongsun Murong called the first captain again.

"Change direction, go to another city gate."

"Earl Gongsun, according to the empire's requirements, we must enter from this side," the first captain said hesitantly.

"Then, after reaching another city gate, we'll follow the city wall to this side. When the general is far away, the emperor's orders can be ignored," Gongsun Murong said calmly.

The first captain was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded: "You're right. I'll have people take a detour. If there's a problem, I'll take the blame, better than facing danger."

Thus, the fleet suddenly changed direction.

The seven magic spaceships flew for another four hours, but because of the change in direction, the distance became longer, and it would take a little over three hours to reach the capital.

The speed of flight and walking is different; a three-hour flight would take at least two days on land.

They took a detour and encountered another principality's fleet.

A principality to the northeast of the capital, closer to the capital than Gels, as there was another principality even further northeast.

This principality, called Dubois, was a small principality, with an area only two-sevenths that of Gels.

They were not the largest principality in terms of area, but they were a wealthy principality.

They could still send a team of twenty for the competition.

And their past performance was good.

Sometimes, money is also a form of strength, or it can be converted into strength.

This could be seen from the scale of their fleet.

Twenty combat magic spaceships, with many colorful flags hanging.

The colorful flags fluttered in the wind, creating a festive atmosphere.

Princess Lucia watched the other fleet pass by, showing off, and pouted: "If we bordered them and had a war, we could flatten them in a month, hmpf!"

"Lucia, I read in a book that their past performance was good, better than ours," Narasha used the knowledge she had learned.

"The history book doesn't mention that they hired others to participate in the competition. They don't have many strong people themselves; they just buy them.

A six-year-old seventh-level mage, they would offer fifty thousand gold coins to join them, and provide two shops and a large house. Would you go?"

Lucia revealed something not written in the book.

Narasha shook her head: "No, definitely not. Brother Murong and I will strive on our own. I like living in our Gels Principality."

"Naisha, you're so good, money can't buy you," Lucia hugged Narasha happily.

"Mainly because the money is too little. Fifty thousand gold coins will be spent quickly. If they offered five million, I might consider it."

"Narasha, I won't be friends with you anymore."

"Hehe, I was just joking. Wow, did they enter the transmission channel? They look blurry."

As they were talking, Narasha suddenly pointed ahead, and the Dubois Principality's fleet seemed to have entered a special area.

The twenty combat magic spaceships became blurry, only a few kilometers away.

"Stop advancing, change direction, due south." The first captain shouted at the top of his lungs.

Even if he hadn't seen it, he had heard of this kind of fluctuation, let alone experienced it.

It was the magical fluctuation of the Prohibited Magic Field they had been worried about.

As soon as they were covered by this fluctuation, they would enter the Prohibited Magic Field.

Unfortunately, it was too late when he shouted. The fluctuation suddenly expanded, enveloping their seven spaceships.

"All personnel, prepare for impact." The spaceship began to fall as soon as it entered this range.

The first captain only managed to shout this before falling with the spaceship.

He was actually relieved, 'Thank goodness we were flying low, it is indeed a Prohibited Magic Field.'

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