Chapter Eighty-Three The End of the Wedding

  The battle with Aruba and others was a foregone conclusion, and in terms of personal combat power, Mo Yan still hasn't met an opponent yet. Although the people from Kabinda added up to thirty people including the opposing city representatives, this only made Mo Yan spend some time.

  The iron weapons cast in their hands could only leave some white scratches on Moyan's thick armor and couldn't break through. This made Moyan almost like taking a stroll, walking into the crowd at a leisurely pace, then knocking out these opponents one by one. The overwhelming power made this battle look like just a farce.

  And this battle also made all the guests present have a intuitive understanding of Mo Yan's power. This Minotaur was not just superior in intelligence as they thought, but his strength was far beyond human expectation. Thirty Sart warriors could easily chop a group of Minotaurs into minced meat, but here they were as helpless as infants.

  "Send these people back to their dwellings." After Mo Yan knocked out the last Sart warrior, he clapped his hands as if he had just swept the floor and said. Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, some earthworms that were working in the background ran out, lifted the unconscious Sart warriors by their limbs, and slowly carried them out of the wedding venue.

  Some city envoys also sent their attendants to follow the earth spirits and leave. They were not at ease with the demons in Thunder Cliff, and the Salter warriors who had fainted into the hands of the demons, no one knew what would happen. After resolving these opponents, the wedding continued. Mo Yan had already fully demonstrated his strength just now, so there was no problem with blessings.

  All the guests still present signed their names on prepared parchment and left a bloodstain. After presenting their gifts, the elder kissed the bride's forehead to give his blessing, while the young Sart men kissed her fingertips.

  It was now time for the feast, and all the guests began to eat and drink heavily, as a sign of respect for the banquet. These behaviors that are considered barbaric in Central Plains countries are the way Sart people show their respect, the more they eat and drink loudly, the more it shows how much they enjoy this banquet.

  One by one, the Sart people held up their wine cups and walked to Mo Yan's front to toast him with the intention of getting him drunk, but in the end they all fell to the ground, hugging their own horn-shaped wine cups and talking nonsense. These Sart people who usually boasted that they could drink a lot finally saw what it meant to be truly able to hold one's liquor today. Normally, when ordinary people drink wine, they use ordinary horn-shaped cups to drink cup by cup.

  But Mo Yan indeed directly took this small bucket, one bucket at a time, pouring it into his own mouth. Moreover, Mo Yan was not the only one drinking like this, he also poured wine for those who came to toast him. After the tenth Sartrean fell at Mo Yan's feet, no one dared to come and challenge him again.

  "Want to have a drinking contest with me?" Mo Yan later ridiculed the foolishness of these Sart people, saying: "In that cold Russian weather, how can you feel comfortable without taking a sip of vodka from time to time? After drinking with those Russians for four or five years, do you think this low-alcohol honey wine can get me drunk? It's really too naive!"

  The lively banquet lasted until the early hours of the next morning, by which time there was no one left standing at the wedding scene. Under the tables on the grassy ground, everywhere were Sart people hugging their wine cups, with deafening belches rising and falling. The originally clean ground could now be seen vomiting everywhere.

  Some of the goblins and working Salters began to pick up guests from various cities, sending them back to their lodgings. The goblins would occasionally fight over some unfinished food while cleaning up, with the winning side even eating the losing goblin along with the food.

  But the victorious earth spirit didn't have long to gloat, as before it could finish off the defeated earth spirit, the Saltre people who were directing these earth spirits turned it into a corpse as well. The Saltre people once again emphasized not to splatter blood everywhere after which they slightly calmed down those earth spirits and started working.

  Mo Yan and Emily returned to Mo Yan's villa, although it was just a show, but necessary cover-ups were still needed. Now Emily has moved into Mo Yan's home and lives in the room next to Mo Yan's bedroom.

  "Bedding and other necessities have all been prepared for you." Mo Yan pushed open the door to Emily's room, smiling as he said: "I've also had Rize set up a soundproofing barrier in the room, so you don't need to worry about being woken up by strange noises at night. You just need to endure it for a little while; once the Council City is breached, this marriage won't be necessary anymore."

  "Uh-huh." Emily nodded and said, "Goodnight then." Emily walked into the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Mo Yan standing outside with more things to say. Originally, Mo Yan had planned to introduce her to some of the facilities in the room, which were recently installed and Emily might not be familiar with their functions.

  However, seeing Emily's flustered state, Mo Yan shook his head and gave up on the idea of knocking on the door. Having just completed a wedding ceremony with a demon, her mind must be in disarray now; it was better not to stimulate her for the time being. Otherwise, he would be suspected of having some evil intentions, after all, Mo Yan really didn't have any ulterior motives.

  Emily leaned against the door and listened carefully to the sounds outside until Mo Yan left before she let out a sigh of relief. Although Mo Yan had guaranteed from the beginning that this was just a show for other cities, Emily, who had already completed the wedding ceremony, still worried that Mo Yan would do something bad.

  In Emily's eyes, Mo Yan was no better than many other Zhaotou men in these aspects. Having completed the wedding ceremony, he could do whatever he wanted to Emily at this time, and she had no room for resistance. After all, even if she spoke out, others would say that as a married couple, what they did was not very normal, right?

  However, Emily apparently did not know that in Mo Yan's original world, there was a crime called marital rape. Even if the married couple had sex without one party's consent, it would be considered rape and punished accordingly. From start to finish, Mo Yan disliked forcing women into things they didn't want to do, and he extremely hated such things, which made him feel like his beastly father.

  The next morning, Emily got up early, or rather, she had hardly rested all night. As soon as she felt sleepy and was about to fall asleep, she would have a dream of a Minotaur bursting through the door. This kept her awake all night, and she only rested for a little while when the sky was about to brighten.

  "Good morning." As Emily went to the kitchen as usual to get something to eat, she found Mo Yan already in the kitchen. The cow-headed man was wearing a white strange outfit, with a white high hat on his head, making him look a bit comical.

  "What are you doing?" Emily looked at Mo Yan, who was kneading dough into various shapes and asked in surprise: "Are you making bread? Hasn't the servant gotten up to cook for you yet?"

  "In fact, I've always been used to making my own food. Mo Yan put the dough into the oven and turned around to say: "Making food can sometimes calm me down, and I like that quiet feeling, so I often make some food for myself. Would you like some? I made a portion for you too."

  "Oh." Emily looked at Mo Yan, somewhat perplexed. She had never known that Mo Yan had this habit and could only nod her head in response. After a while, Emily and Mo Yan sat alone at the dining table, quietly eating the simple breakfast Mo Yan had made.

  "It was just like a newlywed couple." Emily suddenly had this thought, but she quickly shook her head and threw it away, feeling a little annoyed with herself for thinking that way. Emily looked up at Mo Yan, who was concentrating on eating, and the sight of his rugged face instantly calmed her down.

  It was just a Minotaur, and all of this was just coincidence. He wasn't even supposed to be there for his own breakfast. And the marriage was just an excuse, a reason for Thundercrack to infiltrate the Sault people. Emily kept reminding herself to calm down and quietly eat her breakfast, waiting for others to wake up and start work.

  "Good morning, Master!" A small figure rushed down from upstairs and flung herself at Mo Yan, who was eating his breakfast. Her black-haired head burrowed into his chest, rubbing against him affectionately.

  "Ah, good morning." Moyan had already gotten used to Jones' morning hugs and didn't have any particularly special reaction. She put Jones in her seat and placed a breakfast in front of her saying: "Eat up, today's breakfast is toasted bread and milk with oatmeal."

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