The dream of using Mithril to mass-produce "Black Silver Cannonballs" and sweep away the invaders was as sweet as a soap bubble, and it shattered with a "pop" before Old Liu could savor it.
Liu Zhankan truly felt disheartened.
The contrast was too great; just moments ago, he was overjoyed, and then the heavens told him: Go away, do you deserve such good luck!
Who could endure this?
"I'm not superstitious! Richard, could it be because of that new beauty, House? I've heard of the prophecy 'Deluge impedes the master!'" Elder Andulan seemed anxious, and he wouldn't speak such idealistic words unless he was pushed to the limit.
"Dad, why don't you say it's because of Guoguo? It's still the beast of misfortune..." Liu Zhankan's face drooped, and anyone who didn't know might think he was just assaulted by a group of ogre women.
