"Who are you referring to? Mo La?" Ronan thought of the person he had dealt with recently.

"I'm afraid she has been eager to give it a try, otherwise how could she have done all these things."

"That's not the Order of Justice. Ranier's side is very flexible."

Ronan tried his best to use his subjective initiative and tried to guess again, but saw His Majesty Emperor Wu shaking the scroll:

"Why bother? All you need to know is that there is such a group of people. These people are not the key. The key is: why is this happening?"

Ronan blinked and was silent for a moment.

"Lord Ronan."

"ah?"

Ronan was stunned for a moment before he realized that His Majesty Emperor Wu was addressing him. He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, with your current status, it is true that many people look up to you. Many people will call you this in the future. It won't hurt to call you more or earlier."

His Majesty the Emperor Wu said this in a calm and calm manner, but there was no sign of respect at all.

"They call it that, you know why."

"Just to make myself feel better."

"So, will you make it easy for them?"

Ronan was a little confused by His Majesty the Martial Emperor's changing titles of "you" and "you". Frankly speaking, it was really tiring to talk to this Riddler who openly claimed to implement mysticism.

Especially during the conversation, her mysterious identity and background must be taken into consideration. The more you think about it, the more tired you will be.

Sometimes Ronan really wants to ask face to face:

Did your old man live in the Central Star Sector or some isolated island galaxy? What kind of flag is hanging there now?

Ronan looked at His Majesty the Emperor Wu, and His Majesty the Emperor Wu looked at Ronan.

This was such a rare long-term stare-down that Ronan seemed to be able to see his own reflection in her clear pupils.

Suddenly, His Majesty Emperor Wu changed the topic again: "It seems that you are troubled by too much knowledge."

"Forehead……"

"So, Lord Ronan, do you know...knowledge has weight?"

In the second half of the sentence, Emperor Wu's tone suddenly changed, and what he produced was a strange, rhythmic syllable, with ups and downs, strange and familiar at the same time.

Ronan was stunned for a moment, then heard His Majesty the Martial Emperor continue to speak in this way: "It must be a huge monster that can carry a huge amount of knowledge.

"So... Lord Ronan, it is very painful to hibernate in the crowd. You should have a nest where you can settle yourself and occasionally use it for people to pay their respects."

"And you?"

Ronan spit out two bytes with difficulty. This was the best he could do in a hurry.
Chapter completed!