Mo Han heard this and quickly turned his head, only to see Shui Ling'er standing a short distance behind him with a smile.

Seeing Shui Ling'er, Mo Han quickly returned her smile and said, "Heh heh, I don't have any particular worries, just thinking about a few things. By the way, are you still angry now? You’ve been mad for so long, it should have cooled down by now, right?" Hearing this, Shui Ling'er shook her head and replied, "Actually, I stopped being angry with you a long time ago. I was just angry that after such a long time, you didn't even send a message back to me. The High Priest Mora at the Grand Cathedral in Tianlong City was so close to you; didn't you even have time to ask him to pass on a simple note? It made me worry about you endlessly, so naturally, I couldn't let it go."

Mo Han let out a wry smile upon hearing this, "So it was about that. Good grief. I actually did intend to ask High Priest Mora to carry a message for you. However, I worried that if I said anything too mushy, High Priest Mora might refuse to deliver it, and then it would be like I said nothing at all, a waste of breath. So, I decided to wait until I saw you to say everything myself. Heh heh, it’s a pity you didn't give me the chance."

Shui Ling'er heard Mo Han’s words and gave him a look of exasperation, saying, "Do you think I would believe your nonsense? That excuse is probably the only one you could come up with on the entire Dragon Ascent Continent, and you say it with such an air of justification. I’m truly amazed by you."

Mo Han quickly insisted, "What I said is the absolute truth. If you don't believe me, I can say it right now."

After saying that, he stared at Shui Ling'er's perfect figure with a mischievous grin.

Seeing Mo Han's look, Shui Ling'er’s face flushed crimson, and she said, "I can't be bothered listening to your foolish talk. I won't believe a word you say."

Mo Han chuckled, "Then forget it, heh heh. I was actually planning to say a little more, but if you don’t believe me, then I won't. It would be pointless to say it if you won't believe it anyway."

Who knew that Shui Ling'er would just snort upon hearing this and say, "If you won't say it, then don't. I don't care for it! Go tell all those beautiful wives of yours to your heart's content."

With that, she tried to turn and leave.

Mo Han quickly moved forward, grasping her wrist, and said with a smile, "Actually, what I wanted to tell you is that I truly missed you. I thought of you when eating, when walking, and even when I was working. Tell me, could I possibly tell High Priest Mora things like that? Wouldn't he go crazy and demand an accounting from me? Heh heh."

Hearing Mo Han’s words, Shui Ling'er’s face became even redder, but her expression was radiant with a smile, looking blissfully happy. Her skin was like a perfectly ripe apple, appearing even more delicate and flawless, which momentarily stunned Mo Han. Yet, he stubbornly insisted, "I still don't believe you. You’ve probably recited those lines to your wives countless times. I won't be fooled that easily."

Mo Han replied with an injured look, "That’s unfair! Every word I spoke is the truth! If you don't believe me... I, I... then I..." He ended with a suggestive chuckle.

Shui Ling'er quickly reached out and covered the words about to leave Mo Han's mouth, softly saying, "Fine, I believe you, alright? You, you always love spouting nonsense. I don't want to hear any more of your babbling."

Mo Han felt the delicate hand of Shui Ling'er resting over his lips. A faint, elegant fragrance drifted right up to his nose, and he could feel the smoothness and gentle warmth of her skin beneath his lips. Looking utterly captivated, he couldn't resist gently kissing the palm of her hand where it covered his mouth. This caused Shui Ling'er to gasp, her face burning red as she quickly withdrew her hand from his lips, and she scolded him in a voice choked with shyness, "You just love bullying me, you rogue!"

Mo Han laughed triumphantly, "You're the one who lured me into committing this crime, so how can you blame me? Besides, Ling'er, your hand is so smooth and fragrant." He then struck a pose of utter bliss.

Seeing this, Shui Ling'er spoke with shy embarrassment, "I’m not staying here to listen to your nonsense. I’m going to check on Sister Daisy and the others to see how they’ve settled in."

Having said that, she tried to hurry away. Mo Han saw this and held onto Shui Ling'er's delicate hand, saying with a smile, "Ling'er, actually, there’s one more very important thing I haven't told you. Just listen to me first."

She inquired, "What is it? Go on and tell me."

Mo Han leaned close to her and whispered in a low voice, "What I really wanted to say is, when I’m sleeping, I miss you the most, heh heh."

After saying this, he turned and ran off quickly, shouting from a distance, "I’m telling the truth, Ling'er! I have to go take care of some things. You keep busy, and don't miss me too much! Heh heh."

This left Shui Ling'er standing rooted to the spot, her face flushed red, as she watched Mo Han flee. She muttered in a shy, angry tone, "What a scoundrel, always talking nonsense." By the end, however, she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

She shook her head and turned to leave.

As for Mo Han, upon returning to his own quarters, he immediately called Latin and the others aside, saying, "Latin, go find me some pens and paper. I need them. I’ll invite Uncle Lyle over; tell him I need to discuss something with him."

Hearing Mo Han’s instructions, Latin and Rock quickly nodded in agreement and went off to complete the tasks assigned. Jack, however, looked on with curiosity and asked, "Boss, can you give me a little hint first? I promise I won't tell anyone."

Mo Han smiled and replied, "You want to know, do you? Well, I’m just not going to tell you, heh heh. It’s because you like provoking me for no reason usually. It’s already very good of me not to have disciplined you. But if you go fetch some materials for me, I might consider telling you."

Jack, despite Mo Han's reply, couldn't suppress his curiosity and insisted, "Tell me, Boss, what materials do you need? I'll dig them up myself if I have to!"

Mo Han smiled, "No need for such trouble. Just go find me some thin sheets of iron—the thinner the better. Size doesn't matter."

Hearing Mo Han's request, Jack didn't say another word and immediately headed out to search for the materials Mo Han required. Mo Han, meanwhile, was inside, sketching out his ideas. He wondered if he could forge a syringe in this alien continent. Perhaps the exquisite craftsmanship of the Dwarves’ smelting techniques could meet his requirements. It was a pity that those alchemists had vanished now; otherwise, having them use magic to create such items wouldn't have been difficult.

Just as Mo Han was deep in thought, Latin entered with the paper and pen Mo Han had requested.

Seeing Mo Han, Latin couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what are you planning to use these for? Is it related to this plague incident?" Mo Han winked and smiled at Latin, "Heh heh, don't rush. You’ll know later."

Latin nodded upon seeing this and stopped asking questions.

Mo Han picked up the pen and paper and began to sketch the shape of the syringe. Though the syringe looked simple, drawing it proved to be rather difficult, especially since Mo Han wasn't skilled in illustration. After trying no less than N times, he finally managed to produce a drawing he considered passable. It was just then that Rock entered, bringing Lyle in behind him.

As the two of them stepped inside, Jack rushed in right after, holding a thin piece of metal sheet, calling out, "Boss! I looked all over, and this is the thinnest one I could find. Is it good enough?" Mo Han turned to look at the ultra-thin sheet in Jack's hand, smiled, and said, "Heh heh, that’s perfect. Thank you for your hard work."

Jack shook his head, "Heh heh, it wasn't hard work, but Boss, you owe me a good explanation of your invention later! That's what you promised me, you can't go back on your word."

Mo Han nodded, "Heh heh, when has your Boss ever gone back on his word? You can rest for a bit over there first."

Lyle, seeing Mo Han busy at the desk, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Mo Han, what are you working on? Seeing you sweating so profusely is quite rare."

Mo Han’s face crumpled slightly, "Don't mention it. This task is definitely not for humans. If it weren't necessary for this plague, I wouldn't be doing it even if you beat me."

Lyle grew even more curious upon hearing Mo Han’s reply, saying, "Is there anything that can stump you this badly? Heh heh, I must take a good look."

With that, he walked over to Mo Han and peered at his work, a look of confusion crossing his face. Lyle asked strangely, "What kind of weapon is this? It looks very peculiar. Is it perhaps for launching hidden projectiles?" Mo Han almost tripped over himself, replying with a tone of weary amusement, "Uncle Lyle, even though my drawing is a bit distorted, I truly have to admire your imagination. Hidden projectiles—you even thought of that! You’re amazing."

Lyle looked embarrassed, "Heh heh, I was just guessing randomly. Brother Mo Han, please don't take offense. By the way, is this the reason you asked me to come over?" Mo Han nodded, "Yes, this matter is quite urgent, so I had to trouble you, Uncle Lyle."

Lyle didn't hesitate and readily agreed, "Heh heh, anything concerning you, young brother, is my concern. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do my best to get it done for you quickly."

Mo Han stopped being polite and directly explained the requirements and uses of the syringe to Lyle in broad strokes. Lyle was a man of wide experience, and after Mo Han's explanation, he had grasped the general purpose of the syringe. Although he was surprised where Mo Han got such knowledge, he had already experienced plenty of surprises since meeting Mo Han, so he was merely curious and didn't press for answers. This conveniently saved Mo Han the trouble of coming up with excuses to explain how he knew these things.

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