A Panda's Martial Arts

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"Welcome party?"

The bald man froze.

"You mean..."

"It's just organizing a party. It doesn't matter if you have a lot of food and drink, or if you have a lot of fun. Anyway, the rest of your life should be celebrated."

Charlemagne thought for a while, and slowly expressed his opinion.

"As for the panda, since it's a welcome party for the rest of the catastrophe, it's natural that this protagonist who saved our lives cannot be missing. And as for gifts...try to get something commemorative.

After all, in terms of practicality, we don't have anything that the panda can use. It's better to make some exquisite souvenirs to make the sense of ceremony enough.In this way, the intention is conveyed, and the misunderstanding between the two sides can be a little bit over. "

"Is that so... That's a really good idea."

The bald youth nodded.

"Then I'll go back and think about it, what kind of souvenirs are more suitable."

"You go first, I'll be in charge of organizing the manpower."

Charlemagne nodded.

"As for the time... the current situation is definitely not good, we can't even handle the most basic fire and cooking. How about setting the date for a week later? This will also give everyone some time to prepare."

"Alright, then I'll go tell the panda when it's dawn and tell him to come back in a week."

The bald young man who knew what to do heaved a sigh of relief, saluted Charlemagne and left.

Charlemagne was left alone in the empty conference room, looking at the ceiling.

"A week later..."

Twirling his fingers, Charlemagne narrowed his eyes.

And behind his wide seat, an old man came out from the back door in a wheelchair.

"Why, can't wait anymore?"

"No, master."

Charlemagne stood up quickly and helped the old man push the wheelchair.

"It's just that I didn't expect the shelter to be broken... It's a beautiful move, isn't it?"

"But only so much."

The old man in the wheelchair shook his head disdainfully.

"Those bastards have straight-forward temperaments, and it's not easy to make a divorce...Boy, remember, if you come to do this, you must create a blood feud between the two sides that are separated. The contact between the two parties was completely severed, instead of being in a mess like those beasts, and even had their heads removed as soon as they left the shelter."

"Master said so."

Charlemagne nodded again and again.

"But master, if, I mean, if those beasts really completely destroyed the shelter this time, wouldn't our previous efforts be in vain?"

"That won't happen, we have reinforcements."

The old man in the wheelchair answered slowly.

"Others may not be clear, don't you? The power of human civilization is infinite, and it's too easy to clean up these beasts."

"But it's not going to take a week...wait!"

Charlemagne's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the old man in the wheelchair in disbelief.

"Master, you mean..."

"Go and say hello."

The old man in the wheelchair clapped his hands.

The hidden secret door in the back hall of the conference room opened in response.

Standing behind the door was a tall young man wearing a simple armor, with fair skin that was completely different from the residents of the refuge, and an eight-inch-long sword handle was casually hung on his waist, Charlemagne didn't even see any blade .

However, he knew this kind of thing.

"Light saber..."

When he looked at the strange young man again, Charlemagne's face was a little more awed.

"you are……"

"He is Luke the Landwalker, the special commissioner who came over from the Floating Void City."

The old man in the wheelchair introduced.

"This is my disciple, Charlemagne, who is also the current person in charge of the shelter."

"Charlemagne? Nice to meet you."

The tall young man extended his hand to Charlemagne friendly.

"Just call me Landwalker. As for Luke... there are quite a lot of people with this name, and they always have the same name, so I just used the nickname as my name."

"This……"

After hesitating for a moment, Charlemagne realized that this meant shaking hands with him——

This is not the etiquette of the refuge, but fortunately Charlemagne remembered similar records in those ancient documents in his impression.

"Nice to meet you."

Charlemagne, who reacted quickly, quickly held the opponent's hand.

"Earthwalker right? Then you have a brother named Skywalker?"

"That is my cousin, and also my senior brother. You will have a chance to meet him when you go to Floating Void City."

Landwalker showed a hearty smile, and anyone who saw this friendly gesture would feel good about it.

Except for the two people in front of them.

The old man in the wheelchair was also smiling kindly, but no one knew what he was thinking. Charlemagne also smiled, and that attitude was a little more friendly than that of the ground walker. In the back hall of the room, the guests and hosts were having a good time, and there was a faint gesture of joy——

And after Charlemagne deliberately went to open a bottle of wine, the two parties who drank some wine even began to call each other brothers under the influence of alcohol.

"What? You said get rid of that panda outside?"

After a few glasses of wine, the landwalker began to pat his chest.

"No problem! Put it on me! It's just a panda, what's the big deal!"

"Oh?"

Charlemagne chuckled, and poured another glass of wine for Landwalker.

"So, Lord Landwalker, you are very powerful."

"of course!"

The landwalker is full of pride.

"I'm super brave! I'm super good at drinking!"

"Uh..." Charlemagne hadn't reacted for a while, but found that the Landwalker in front of him had fallen on his back, with his head on the ground, and he seemed to have died of drunkenness.

"This……"

Charlemagne and the old man in the wheelchair looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

There was no way to continue the conversation, and Charlemagne had to help the drunk Landwalker back to the room—but the moment he walked out of the Landwalker's room, Charlemagne's face suddenly darkened.

"Master, something is wrong."

Back to the wheelchair old man, Charlemagne was still frowning.

"I don't feel right, master, this landwalker seems to be playing us."

"Thinking too much, we are not qualified to be played by him."

The old man in the wheelchair shook his head.

"That's a person from the floating city, and a high-ranking fighter who is qualified to wear a lightsaber... Don't say he doesn't need to trick us at all, even if he tricks us, he has a sense of elegance. You see him as the panda outside That's good, people of this level cannot be viewed according to common sense."

"The big man who came down from the floating city..."

Taking a deep breath, Charlemagne tried hard to suppress the infinite reverie in his heart.

Light saber, floating city, steel city, human civilization... Although he has only touched the tip of the iceberg today, it is enough to shake his worldview——

Don't look at the lively chat between him and the land walker just now, but Charlemagne can feel that it is just a superficial courtesy, and the land walker has never put him in his eyes for even a moment.

It's as if the two of them have even become two different species.

Charlemagne didn't think there was anything wrong with this, just like he would not regard the Vaisyas and Sudras in the refuge as the same kind. Sometimes this happens when the gap between the two sides is too large, even if No matter how much you try to make amity, there will still be a pathetic thick barrier between the two parties——

What really surprised Charlemagne was that the invisible barrier between Landwalker and him was so thick that he could even easily perceive that sense of alienation.

The thickness of the invisible barrier means the gap between the two sides.

What kind of life did the people in the floating city lead to such a state?

"I really want to go up and take a look..."

Charlemagne sighed sincerely.

This made the old man in the wheelchair frowned.

"Okay, when you meet."

Seeing that Charlemagne was still immersed in fantasy, the old man in the wheelchair shook his head helplessly.

"Go and prepare your welcome party, make it as grand as possible, so as to attract that panda. As for the rest..."

The old man made a gesture of cutting his throat, the meaning of which is self-evident.

"Hongmen Banquet? I heard you mentioned this allusion."

Charlemagne, who came back to his senses, smiled.

That's right, no matter how fierce the panda is, can it still be able to stop such an epoch-making weapon as a lightsaber?