courier in movie world

Chapter 789 Palace Dinner
Maca tried to sit up straight.

Even if the man in front of him had saved his life, the pride in his heart did not allow him to lie on the bed like a dead dog.

"That is my innate ability. It was awakened when I was fifteen or sixteen years old. Since I was a child, my strength has been greater than that of my peers in the village."

"Of course, my appetite is several times that of my peers. My family couldn't afford it, so they sold me out. I was also a coolie at the beginning, and I was barely able to maintain food and clothing."

"Later, as I grew older, my strength became stronger and stronger, and then I possessed this ability."

Mo Sen stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Maka's head.

The energy in Maca's body is negligible, much weaker than that of Achilles.

"And that Achilles, what's the matter with him?"

Mawson asked.

"Our situation is similar, except that his blood is purer. He should be a hybrid of some kind of monster and human, so his hands became like that."

Maca replied.

"I'm talking about his ability to recover from injuries by devouring other people's flesh and blood."

Mo Sen frowned. In his opinion, Acrylic's other abilities were not worth mentioning.

"I don't know that."

"It should be some kind of mutation. After all, it is not easy for the combination of humans and monsters to successfully give birth to offspring."

"Even demigods have strengths and weaknesses, and not everyone has the power to rival gods."

"Demi god?"

"Yes, those are the offspring of the gods in the sky and mortal women. Some of them are extremely powerful, even comparable to gods, while some are weaker than ordinary people."

"Have you ever seen a demigod with your own eyes, how strong is it?"

Mawson asked.

Maca shook his head, "I just heard."

Mo Sen asked some more things, asked Maka to recover from his injuries, and then opened the door and left.

Although Maka had offended him, Mo Sen didn't intend to kill him directly. He had some thoughts in his mind, maybe he could try it out after Maka recovered from his injury.

"What a strange world."

It is relatively common in myths and legends that gods and humans can have offspring, and Mo Sen had never doubted anything before.

But now.

Even monsters can combine with humans, which means that most creatures in this world have a common genetic origin.

To some extent, they can even be considered the same species, but there are great differences between these different species.

This reminded Mo Sen of the prophets in another universe.

The Prophet family uses the technology they have mastered to create monsters based on their own genes to fight.

Although they have the same genetic blueprint, the monsters produced in the end are completely different. In the Battle of the Pacific Rim, Mo Sen didn't even see two identical monsters.

At the beginning, this situation also had a great impact on the Pacific Rim Command Force.

"Is it because of the source fragments?"

Mawson muttered to himself.

If this is the case, then the original fragments in this universe may have become extremely incomplete, and it may be difficult to completely collect them.

"Mr Mawson."

Duo Lun nodded and walked in front of Mo Sen.

"In the evening, His Majesty the King will host a banquet for the ministers. I have just been notified by an attendant that His Majesty invites you to attend."

Doron looked excited.

"Have a heart."

Mo Sen nodded. Although he was a little unhappy before, this Duo Lun is very good at life.

Doron rubbed his hands.

"It's Mr. Mosen, you should not be a native of Argos, and you don't know the court etiquette here, if..."

"I mean, if it's convenient, you can take an entourage to the palace with you. I wonder if you can take me with you?"

Duo Lun looked at Mo Sen expectantly.

That's right, Mawson smiled.

"It's not impossible, but from today on, your slave Maka is mine."

"no problem!"

Doron nodded quickly.

"If you like, I can give you the entire gladiator training camp."

Although it seemed a bit painful, Duo Lun still pretended to be generous and said.

"Keep that thing, what use will I have?"

Mo Sen waved his hand indifferently.

"Hey, thank you for your generosity, from today onwards, everything here is at your disposal."

The corners of Duo Lun's mouth were about to crack in excitement.

Although he is a businessman, his status is far from that of the top nobles. How could he give up such an opportunity?
Just getting to know one or two great nobles would be of great benefit to his business.

Doron waved his hand, "I have already ordered everything. When the time comes, Chloe will take you to the palace in a carriage."

After making arrangements, Duo Lun retreated tactfully, while Mo Sen returned to his room under Chloe's leadership.

A true, luxurious palace with white stone pavements.

At the same time, a disconcerted army was rushing towards Argos at full speed. In the middle of the team, there was a burly young man with a dull face.

Time flies.

The setting sun dipped slightly, and the red glow filled the sky, reflecting the whole Argos red. Before the time came, the Argos palace was full of prosperity.

Tall or beautiful maids and servants, carrying silver trays, shuttled among the crowd.

The nobles in the palace gathered in groups of three or four, discussing something loudly, and at the central fountain of the palace, there were several graceful singers dancing.

King Cepheus sits on the throne, beside him are the queen and princess, and not far away is Draco in a full suit.

"Your Majesty, that Mo Sen is here."

Drago whispered something close to King Cepheus.

The door opened, and Mo Sen walked in with Duo Lun. As soon as he entered the hall, Duo Lun slipped away wisely.

Many people in the field also stopped communicating and looked at Mo Sen carefully.

"What a heroic man."

It was the voice of a noble girl.

"It doesn't look very good, really he killed Achilles? There won't be anything in it..." This is the voice of a conspiracy theorist.

Although it was not intentional, Mo Sen's temperament was extremely outstanding. He was obviously the guest, but the aura he showed even surpassed that of King Cepheus.

Mawson walked up to King Cepheus.

"Kneel down, Oriental!"

Drago said in a low voice.

Mawson raised his head, but ignored Dragu's words, but looked at Cepheus on the throne.

"Orientals, where are your etiquette?"

Mo Sen glanced at Drago at this moment, "He is your king, not mine."

Not to mention a king, even if a god stood in front of Mo Sen, his knees would not bend.

"Guard!"

Drago raised his hand.

"Get him for me!"

In the palace of Argos, he would never allow anyone to trample on the royal power.

Although he has seen Mo Sen's strength, there are some things he must do.

(End of this chapter)