"How... how terrifying..." Nia hid behind Father Cotton, her face pale as iron. It seemed as if time had reverted to six months ago, back to when Mengdie would want to fight anyone who crossed her "bottom line"...

The white wolf whined and, after a brief glance at the battle, lay down to continue sleeping.

"Cough... Her illness is indeed very serious..." Father Cotton sighed, shaking his head helplessly.

Xiu and Edward lay side by side on the ground, clutching their chests and groaning. Mengdie walked over, pointed her finger at the two, and scolded sternly in Chinese: "You two listen to me! Since we're traveling together, absolutely no internal strife! We are comrades, partners! We are comrades-in-arms who entrust our backs to each other on the battlefield! Even the slightest suspicion or hostility can lead to a companion's death! As warriors, we absolutely cannot act recklessly! Edward, you are half a soldier, you should understand! Xiu, you've been traveling with us for so long, you should understand too!!!"

With an uncertain future and life and death unpredictable, perhaps it was her anger at the two that made Mengdie speak impulsively, pouring out all her words in Chinese without thinking. She didn’t even realize that she should repeat them in a language they understood.

Edward listened blankly to Mengdie's lengthy gibberish, his mind filled with question marks. Clutching his still aching chest, he whispered to Xiu (he didn’t dare let Mengdie know he didn’t understand, as she seemed very angry): "Xiu, what did she say?"

Xiu paused, frowning in thought. About thirty seconds later, his brow relaxed, and he said in the Silver Moon dialect: "Haha! I know what Miss Mengdie said!"

Now Edward, the prince, was stunned. He didn't expect Xiu to suddenly stop speaking the official language and start speaking in the Silver Moon dialect instead?

It's known that the pronunciation of these dialects and the official language have many differences. Even among the dialects, there are many variations. Some are very difficult to pronounce, and even some less worldly Silver Moon natives can hardly understand them.

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Edward: "Xiu, why are you..."

Xiu: "(In Silver Moon dialect) Don't ask too much, Miss Mengdie seems not to understand the dialect, hehehe."

After being stunned for a while, Edward said: "(In dialect) What exactly is going on? What did Miss Mengdie say?"

Xiu: "(In dialect) Hehehe, actually, after traveling together for a while, I've studied the language Miss Mengdie sometimes speaks incomprehensibly. I found that it's a very ancient Elvish language. As for specific records, only those elves living across the distant seas can understand it."

Edward: "(In dialect) Elvish... language???"

Xiu: "(In dialect) Yes! Hehe, where Miss Mengdie learned Elvish we don't know, but she thinks we don't understand, so she speaks it a lot, trying to show off her knowledge of a language we don't know. So, we might as well communicate in a language she doesn't understand, to annoy her."

Edward frowned slightly, glanced at Mengdie who was still talking about comradeship and the battlefield, and whispered: "(In dialect) Then... what did Miss Mengdie say?"

Xiu gave a sly smile and said: "(In dialect) She's mocking us, saying we are too weak and frail! She said that in her dream, her husband doesn't have to be very handsome or rich. But the one thing is that he must be stronger than her! She will never marry a man weaker than herself!"

Edward was shocked! This revelation seemed to hit him hard: "(In dialect) Can't be... weaker than her? But Xiu! We... both of us...!"

Xiu’s sly smile remained: "(In dialect) Yes, one-on-one we might not have a chance. But what about two-on-one?"

Edward: "(In dialect) You mean..."

Xiu: "(In dialect) Right. Given her diligent training, it won't be easy for us to catch up with her and overpower her quickly. But if we join forces, we can definitely increase our odds! And the most important thing is... we know her weakness."

Edward’s expression changed! Speaking of Mengdie's weakness, what else could it be other than "that thing"? Unintentionally, Edward’s gaze drifted to the space between Mengdie's legs, looking at that tail swinging back and forth...

Xiu: "(In dialect) Edward, if we really fight seriously, even if the two of us defeat Miss Mengdie, we will likely be severely injured. But we might not need to really defeat her with strength right now, just find a way to grab her tail! And then... hehehe, won't she be at our mercy?"

Edward blushed, pondering for a moment: "(In dialect) But... if we defeat her two against one, will she agree? And even if she agrees, who among us will she marry?"

Xiu: "(In dialect) She didn't say. But no worries, we'll discuss it after we subdue her. After all, are you satisfied being looked down upon by her?"

Edward fell silent. His expression gradually changed from questioning to serious. His grip on the sword tightened. Xiu too, his smile fading, the tip of his staff began to flicker. Then, the two exchanged a knowing glance...

Sword raised towards Mengdie; staff releasing light!

"(In Chinese) Did you two understand? Our situation absolutely does not allow for internal chaos. We are warriors, and comrades! And what lies ahead of us is the battlefield! Understand?!... Really, when did I start acting like an instructor?" Mengdie wiped the sweat from her forehead and retracted her pointing finger. However, she could never have imagined that just as she retracted her finger, a dazzling light suddenly burst into her retina, forcing her to close her eyes!

"Wha—?!"

Sensing something wrong, Mengdie quickly stepped back. But she was a step too slow; the raised sword precisely hooked the lower hem of her "crop top" outfit, and as she moved backward...

"Rip!"

Shreds of fabric fluttered in the air...