Chapter 597 Rong Zhen: It was the little princess imitating me! [7k words combined, please vote!]
"What? Take charge? What kind of decision? We ordinary people are the masters of our own destiny. We don't need others to make decisions for us. We are the masters of our own destiny. Manager Wang, you are not allowed to say such things in the future."
Ouyang Rong glanced at Wang Caozhi, who had run into the pavilion and immediately adopted the standard posture of complaining and accusing others, and said calmly without changing his expression.
Wang Caozhi: ...
Ouyang Rong's indifferent response made the atmosphere of complaining and lamenting awkward for a while.
Wang Caozhi wiped his face hard, and called out again in a sorrowful tone, "Brother-in-law."
Ouyang Rong turned his gaze away from the forest where Rong Zhen had disappeared, and looked at him carefully.
Wang Caozhi had just arrived from the construction site of the Xunyang Grottoes, looking travel-worn.
It means literally travel-worn and weary.
He had changed out of his previous expensive brocade and silk clothes and put on a durable gray-blue robe. He also wore a wide-brimmed felt hat of the same color, which was covered with dust and mottled wet stains.
Wang Caozhi's originally round and small baby face was now tanned red and dark, and the hair under his hat looked like it hadn't been washed for days; it could be used as cooking oil.
Especially now, in front of Ouyang Rong, he still wore a pained and resentful expression...
After only a few days apart, Ouyang Rong felt that he already looked like a weathered, disheveled peasant.
He was nowhere to be seen in his former image as a shrewd, shrewd, and smiling businessman.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and asked:
"Monitoring the construction progress shouldn't require moving stones, right?"
"Uh, that's not necessary."
Ouyang Rong's face instantly hardened:
“I asked you to stay here and coordinate the statue making, not to roll up your sleeves and do it yourself. Besides, with so many people, it wouldn’t be your turn. What are you doing looking like this? Are you trying to play the victim? Do you think the squeaky wheel gets the grease?”
"Waaah..." Wang Caozhi choked up twice, sounding like a pitiful, unwanted kitten caught in the rain, which was nauseating.
He raised his sleeve to wipe the moisture from the corner of his eye, glancing down before choosing a relatively clean piece of cuff fabric.
"Brother-in-law, that's not how it is. It's not that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. The baby is just really crying."
Wang Caozhi, with snot and tears streaming down his face, said:
"Brother-in-law, you don't know, these past few days at the Shuangfengjian construction site, whenever something happens, the Lady Hermit calls me over to handle it immediately. She insists that I go in person, otherwise she says she's not comfortable with it."
"Transporting stones required me to travel with the ship and be responsible for unloading at the dock; escorting supplies to the cliffs where Buddha statues are carved also required me to personally escort them, and I had to lend a hand and push the cart along the way."
"They didn't stop even late at night. They sent people to wake me up three or four times a night, saying they were worried that the head of the Donglin Buddha was damp and leaking. They asked me to lead people to check the head of the Buddha in the cold wind at midnight, replace the tarpaulin, and apply tung oil for maintenance several times..."
He poured out his grievances to the short young man in front of him.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand dismissively:
"It's alright, just some trivial matters, nothing serious. I have some things to do in the city recently, so I'll have you here to coordinate things for me. It'll be good if you put in the effort."
"Brother-in-law, this is no longer just using your heart, it's risking your life! I think the Lady Historian has her sights set on my life."
Wang Caozhi pointed to the faint bluish-purple puffy dark circles under his eyes, which were caused by "sleeping only once every three days".
Ouyang Rong raised an eyebrow slightly.
I patted him on the shoulder and casually offered some words of comfort:
"The matter of the Buddha statue cannot be taken lightly, and the incident at Xingzi Lake must not be repeated. Please understand, Lady Rong is not deliberately targeting you. It's just that I'm not here, so I can only ask you to do these trivial matters. Otherwise, who else can I ask?"
"Others are also worried, right? Doesn't that mean they don't treat you like an outsider?"
"But...but..." Wang Caozhi suddenly became agitated.
Ouyang Rong said gently, "Don't rush, speak slowly."
"But yesterday, the Lady Historian took me and the other managers to inspect the excavated open-air grotto. Some limestone had fallen from the cave ceiling, which scared everyone so much that they all ran to the outside. The Lady Historian used her lightness skill to carry everyone out of the cave one by one. I was the last one!"
Ouyang Rong: ...
He nodded slightly.
“Well, that is indeed a bit inappropriate. Looking at it this way, Lady Rong is going too far…” In the next instant, Ouyang Rong changed his words with a serious expression: “Is it possible that you were far away and rescued people one by one, and it was just a matter of luck? As far as I know, Lady Rong is definitely not the kind of person you think she is.”
“Why won’t my brother-in-law believe me?” Wang Caozhi said, his face flushed and his neck stiff. “I was closest to her at the time, and I even shouted for help, but she didn’t see me.”
“Brother-in-law, do you think this can be just luck? You might as well explain it by saying she has bad eyesight, then I’d feel a little better.”
"Oh? What do you mean, 'My eyesight is bad'? What are you talking about?"
A cold, icy voice came from behind.
As Ouyang Rong smiled, Rong Zhen walked into the pavilion, her right hand outstretched, revealing a small pear wood box in her palm.
She carried the box in one hand as she passed by Wang Caozhi, who had his back to the pavilion.
Wang Caozhi turned his head and was startled, like an antelope drinking water by the riverbank being attacked by a lion.
Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze quietly fell on the pear wood box in Rong Zhen's hand.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Rong." He greeted her casually.
Rong Zhen kept her eyes straight ahead and didn't even glance at Wang Caozhi as she passed by.
She shook her head.
"It's not hard work. It's Manager Wang who has had a hard time. It seems that I did something wrong and Manager Wang has been wronged."
Ouyang Rong saw that Wang Caozhi quickly lowered his head, rubbed his face with both hands, then looked up with a forced smile:
"Good morning, Your Excellency. What grievances? There's nothing to it! It's just the servants spreading rumors and trying to sow discord between us. Please don't take it to heart, Your Excellency..."
Not long ago, she had completely lost her resentful, brooding demeanor; anyone who didn't know her would think she was a completely different person.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at Wang Caozhi, who was full of energy in front of the Lady Historian.
"oh."
Rong Zhen didn't look at him, and replied indifferently. Her attention was focused on Ouyang Rong.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
The two stood facing each other, neither of them moving.
Wang Caozhi looked around, scrutinizing Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen's expressions with a hint of curiosity, as if wondering why they had suddenly fallen silent.
Until Rongzhen turned around and gave him a blank look.
"..."
Wang Caozhi's eye twitched slightly.
He clasped his hands in farewell and took his leave.
"Brother-in-law, Lady Historian, please continue your conversation. I'll wait for you outside."
Seeing Wang Caozhi leave the pavilion, Rongzhen withdrew her gaze and handed over the pear wood box.
Ouyang Rong took the box without opening it, casually placing it aside while chatting with Rong Zhen with his hands behind his back.
"What have you discovered? Lady Rong, have you figured out why Li Zhengyan and the others were looking for this document?"
Rongzhen frowned, gently shook her head, and remained silent.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the forest where Rong Zhen had just gone.
The music began spontaneously and ended abruptly; it has now disappeared.
Ouyang Rong gently shook the pear wood box in his hand, indicating its presence:
"Is Lady Rong no longer in use? Then I will pass it on to Chief Clerk Yuan on her behalf?"
Rongzhen seemed lost in thought, her eyes unfocused, and she nodded habitually.
"Is there anything else, Your Excellency? If not, I will take my leave."
"Wait, why don't you go see Senior Song and the others? Princess Anhui is here today too, so you can go back together like last time."
“Never mind, I’m in a bit of a hurry. Besides…” Ouyang Rong stretched out an empty palm: “I’m not wearing my Buddhist prayer beads. If I see Vice Supervisor Song, she’ll say I’m not following etiquette and that I have no loyalty to His Majesty.”
"That's fine then... By the way, I will be reviewing prisoners at the state prison in Xunyangfang tomorrow afternoon... It's not far from your Huaiye Lane."
Rongzhen added a sentence out of nowhere, as if she were talking about what she had for lunch.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Mhm."
He seemed preoccupied, his eyes fixed on the pear wood box, and turned to leave; Rongzhen also turned around at almost the same time, intending to leave as well.
Ouyang Rong stopped, turned around, and added:
"I'll go take a look when I have time. It's the state prison, right? By the way, has your Censorate been interrogating prisoners arrested a few days ago?"
"OK."
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the lady's tone seemed to have a slightly drawn-out ending.
Rongzhen left with light, quick steps.
Wang Caozhi, who was waiting outside the pavilion, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Lady Historian finally come out. He seized the opportunity and hurriedly went into the pavilion to continue chatting with Ouyang Rong.
Rong Zhen had only taken a few steps out of the pavilion when she suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Caozhi.
The latter's leg lift was blocked.
Rongzhen said nothing, just quietly looked at Wang Caozhi.
Her eyebrows and eyes were calm, her lips turned down, and her pretty face was as expressionless as usual.
The atmosphere at the pavilion entrance was quiet for a moment.
Rongzhen turned around and continued walking away.
Wang Caozhi obediently lowered his head and followed in her footsteps.
The two walked away one after the other without saying a word.
Inside the pavilion, after Rong Zhen left, Ouyang Rong's attention was entirely focused on the pear wood box in his hand.
In fact, he had a lot of faith in Wang Caozhi's abilities.
Although this kid kept complaining, he didn't seem to be slacking off, which means that the current situation is still within his acceptable range.
Moreover, if Wang Caozhi had really done a bad job, Rongzhen would have already come forward and asked Ouyang Rong to replace him.
I haven't asked him to exchange it yet. It's not a big problem.
Furthermore, to be honest, everyone on the construction site is busy at this crucial stage of the Buddha's completion. Everyone is busy, including Lady Rong. Ouyang Rong noticed that she looked a little tired. She has just as many worries as Wang Caozhi, and it's mentally exhausting...
"Never mind, I'll say a few words for him when I see Lady Rong tomorrow afternoon. I forgot just now," Ouyang Rong muttered.
A moment later, he rubbed his face.
Carrying the pear wood box, they quickly returned to Xunyang City.
...
"Ms. Shi..."
"Manager Wang, you've had enough rest, do you have some time now?"
Wang Caozhi was interrupted halfway through his sentence, and he scratched his head weakly:
"Yes... I think so."
"good."
Rong Zhen, with a stern face, gave Wang Cao an order.
Upon hearing that it was going to be hard labor again, the latter wilted like a deflated eggplant and left with a gloomy face.
Rongzhen kept her eyes straight ahead.
They returned to their temporary camp at Xunyang Grottoes.
She walked straight into a large tent near the place where the Buddha head was placed, where an old woman and a young woman were chatting.
It was Granny Song and Wei Anhui...
About an hour later.
Outside the Xunyang Grottoes, on an official road leading to Xunyang City.
Princess An Hui's carriage was about to depart, with a group of guards in black standing in front of it.
Rongzhen escorted Wei Anhui from the camp to the front of the carriage.
"Princess, please be careful on your journey."
"Yes, I'm sorry to have taken up Sister Rong's time. Sister Rong should also take care of her health, just like Senior Song..."
Wei Anhui, who was wearing a veil, turned around and gently gave her instructions. Her soft-spoken manner made it hard not to feel a sense of goodwill towards her.
Rong Zhen shook her head and remained silent, glancing at the four female officials following behind her.
"You all go back together and escort the princess back to the city."
"yes."
The four female officials immediately joined the ranks of the black-clad guards.
Just then, a middle-aged female official rushed over from the camp, carrying a blue-gray floral bundle that seemed quite heavy.
"Your Excellency, is this something you lost?"
The middle-aged female official handed over the bundle with both hands.
Rong Zhen turned around, glanced at her, and asked with a frown:
"What lost item? I don't carry such things with me. Where did you find this?"
Wei Anhui was lifting her skirt with both hands, preparing to board the carriage, when she heard this and stopped, turning around curiously.
The middle-aged female official hesitated, "It seems to be over at the farewell pavilion."
"A pavilion for seeing off guests?"
“That’s right, it’s the place where you just went to see Scholar Ouyang. Manager Wang said that he found it when he looked down at the ground outside the pavilion. You were walking in front of him at the time. Manager Wang said that it must have been you who dropped it and told you to keep it safe.”
"What's inside? How can we find the owner if we don't open it and see? Maybe we should take a look; it might not belong to Sister Rong," Wei Anhui asked curiously from the side.
The middle-aged woman noticed that Rongzhen was hesitant to reach out and take the money, and she didn't know what to do.
Hearing Princess Anhui's words and seeing that Rongzhen did not stop her, she went to unpack the blue-gray floral cloth bundle.
Inside the bundle lay a pile of brand-new women's jewelry: gold and silver hairpins, pearl hair ornaments, jade bracelets, and coral trinkets...
The group looked on in surprise and couldn't help but look at Rong Zhen.
The girl in palace attire maintained her cold expression and calmly gave the order:
“Go back and tell Manager Wang that this is not mine and he has the wrong person. Also, go and throw it on the ground outside the farewell pavilion. The owner has lost so many things, he must be in a hurry and will come back to look for it.”
"Uh...yes, Your Excellency."
"Also, after you finish dealing with this matter, go and inform Wang Caozhi to finish his work this morning and not dawdle. He should return to the camp to report back and then come with me this afternoon to handle important matters. Today has only just begun, so why take a break?"
"Understood, Ms. Shi."
The middle-aged woman left with a strange expression, carrying a heavy gift bag of expensive women's jewelry.
"How interesting. Don't they know that Sister Rong has no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry?"
Behind the gauze curtain of the carriage shaft, Wei Anhui smiled and spoke, somewhat jokingly.
Rongzhen's pretty face was tense.
"And as far as I remember, Sister Rong doesn't seem to like these flashy outfits."
At this point, Wei Anhui's gaze fell on the mandarin duck jade hairpin in Rong Zhen's hair. She hadn't noticed it before, and she let out a soft "Eh":
"Sister Rong is wearing this hairpin too? It's been very popular in the city lately, and the price is quite high, it keeps going up... I heard it became a fashion trend because she wore the same style as the little princess of the Xunyang Prince's Mansion at the New Year's Eve banquet, and everyone is imitating it..."
Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted:
"I didn't spend money. Besides... it wasn't me imitating her, it was her imitating me."
After uttering those two sentences, the cold-blooded girl in palace attire turned and left, giving Wei Anhui no time to react.
Wei Anhui watched as Sister Rong, who resembled a white swan with her head held high and sleeves tucked in, walked away into the distance, muttering to herself.
"Is the little princess imitating Sister Rong with them?"
...
Back in the carriage at the mansion in Huaiye Lane.
Ouyang Rong opened the pear wood box with some impatience.
The box is lined with a red cloth pad, which together protects a silk scroll.
The silk scroll was made of an antique material; upon opening the box, one could smell a strange, musty odor.
Ouyang Rong pinched his nose.
He had never smelled anything so awful before.
It must have been some kind of preservation measure to prevent the silk scroll from rotting.
Ouyang Rong opened the car window to let in some fresh air, took out a pair of prepared silk gloves and put them on, before carefully taking out the silk scroll.
Slowly unroll the scroll.
The silk scroll is covered with dense ink characters, the handwriting flowing and some in a freehand cursive style.
It is the original text of "The Peach Blossom Spring", signed "Mr. Five Willows", which was Tao Yuanming's self-chosen name.
If the Yuan family of Jingzhao is not lying, this should be Tao Yuanming's own handwriting from hundreds of years ago.
In addition, there are many seals on this silk scroll. Ouyang Rong noticed the most conspicuous seal of the Yuan family of Jingzhao, which should be a routine hobby of collectors throughout the ages.
Ouyang Rong shook his head; he wasn't there to pay attention to that.
Holding "The Peach Blossom Spring" in his hands, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes in the bumpy carriage, seemingly reciting something.
Like the "Return to Home" sword manual of the poor scholar, he had long since memorized "The Peach Blossom Spring" by heart, but that was not the key point.
Based on his own experience, any sword manual written by the swordsman himself and which he comprehends will contain a corresponding true meaning of the sword.
Just like the half of the sword manual "On Chrysanthemum" that Ouyang Rong had previously written in his own hand.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was quiet.
Time passed second by second.
He tried three times.
"This is not a sword technique."
Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
He felt completely unmoved just now.
Ouyang Rong closed the silk scroll, casually tossed it into the box, looked down at it, a thoughtful expression on his face, and murmured:
"Unless it's not a genuine work by Tao Yuanming, but a fake... but that's unlikely. After all, the Yuan family of Jingzhao was once the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty, so the authenticity of their collection is quite high."
"Then there's only one possibility: this isn't a sword technique... But if it's not a sword technique, why did Li Zhengyan and Du Shuqing come all this way to question Yuan Huaimin?"
"At that time, they searched for it together with 'The Return to the Countryside' and 'The Peach Blossom Spring.' The former was the sword technique of the poor scholar that I knew, and the latter, in theory, should not be bad either."
"Originally, we thought that the original manuscript of 'The Peach Blossom Spring' was related to the Peach Blossom Spring map in their possession, or even that the Peach Blossom Spring map was a cauldron sword."
"This guess is a bit bold, but who can blame them when the swordsmiths of the Craftsmanship Lineage like 'a sword that is not a sword, a cauldron that is not a cauldron' so much?"
"Both the 'Craftsmanship' and the luminous pearl are like this: the former's true form resembles a glass iris petal, appearing as an 'arc', while the latter's true form is a pearl, appearing as a 'point of light'..."
"This involves both 'points' and 'surfaces,' wait, could it be...?"
"It contains points, lines, and planes, right?"
Ouyang Rong's pupils contracted slightly, and a flash of inspiration struck him, leading to this bold guess.
"From a mathematical perspective, points, lines, and planes are the basic elements of space, simple to the extreme. Regardless of time, the greatest truths are the simplest, and they will inevitably converge. So, is this the direction in which these strange craftsmen forged their swords?"
"So, there's another cauldron sword that's in the form of a 'line'?"
He took a deep breath.
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
"Goodness, all the swordsmiths in your Craftsmanship Lineage are great mathematicians, right? They're so in sync when they're forging swords."
Ouyang Rong frowned and pondered for a while.
"Even if Yuan Huaimin is right, and that Peach Blossom Spring painting really was painted by Wu Daozi, then the Peach Blossom Spring painting itself might not be the Ding Sword, but the blank scroll itself is another story..."
Still unwilling to give up, Ouyang Rong picked up the silk scroll from the box, hesitated for a moment, then found a relatively hidden and inconspicuous spot on the scroll... and tapped it.
Just as simple and crude as testing whether the luminous pearl was a cauldron sword in the Pure Land Palace not long ago.
At this moment, looking at the scraps of paper and ink under his fingernails, his expression showed slight disappointment. This authentic copy of "The Peach Blossom Spring" in his hand was probably not meant to be used for the sword or the sword manual.
After a short while, Ouyang Rong carefully put the silk scroll back into the wooden box.
He glanced at a tiny, almost imperceptible crease on the silk scroll, felt a little guilty, covered his mouth, and coughed.
"Brother Huaimin is a generous man by nature, so I suppose he wouldn't care even if he knew... cough cough."
However, although this was not what he had hoped for, Ouyang Rong did have a need for Tao Yuanming's original work. After he "reluctantly" accepted the imperial decree, he had tried to probe and inquire about it... Soon, the look of disappointment on his face was swept away.
Back at the mansion in Huaiye Lane, Ouyang Rong went straight to his study, opened the wardrobe, and found Miaosi.
However, before searching for this quirky little fellow, Ouyang Rong hid the original manuscript of "The Peach Blossom Spring" in the carriage outside, and even stuffed it into a sword box to isolate it from the literary atmosphere, deliberately so that she wouldn't find it.
Based on his understanding of this little ink spirit, he could probably devour this aged ink and its precious literary charm from ancient scholars in one bite.
Ouyang Rong sighed, "What a spendthrift young woman."
On the wardrobe, the little girl in Confucian robes, who had just woken up, dangled her short legs on her chin, her hands on her chin.
After listening to Ouyang Rong's words while yawning, Miao Si's little face gradually became wary.
"Why do you still want spirit ink? You keep asking this fairy for it, and now I don't have a single drop left."
Ouyang Rong said sternly, "Speak properly."
“Speak properly, Ouyang Lianghan, you’re shameless.”
"You eat and drink my food, and only have to do a little work, yet you say I'm shameless?"
"Hmph." She crossed her arms, her little face showing displeasure.
Ouyang Rong appealed to his reason and reason:
"We're short on spirit ink right now. We used it all up last time we made talismans, so I urgently need to get another one in case of emergency."
Her eyes darted around: "That's fine too, but this fairy wants something delicious and elegant."
“The writing style is easy to talk about. Write it now. How much do you want?”
"No, this fairy wants the literary flair of your poem 'Green Jade Table - Lantern Festival,' that's what makes it delicious, a delicacy from land and sea, everything else is just coarse chaff."
Ouyang Rong frowned instantly, and the surrounding atmosphere quieted down.
He noticed Miao Si's furtive glances and knew perfectly well that she was deliberately making things difficult and trying to bargain.
"Well, if it doesn't work out, then forget it..." Miao Si said, feigning nonchalance.
"Who says it can't be done?"
Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted, paused, and said in a measured tone:
"You said it yourself, once you get it back, you'll obediently produce spirit ink."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Miao Si shrank back slightly.
She crouched down, hugged her knees, and muttered to herself, "Giving birth? It sounds just like how you humans give birth..."
"Then squeeze in."
"..."
"Alright, alright, give this fairy a taste of the literary spirit of 'Qing Yu An: Lantern Festival,' and I'll give it to you."
"good."
"Hey, where are you going?"
Ignoring Miao Si's curious gaze, Ouyang Rong walked to the table and began to write.
"Xiao Rongzi, what are you doing? Hey, you can't actually get it back from that bad woman, can you?" Miao Si felt a tickle in her heart, jumped onto the desk, and curiously approached.
Ouyang Rong ignored him and continued writing. Miao Si noticed he was writing poems about the bright moon, several in total, and immediately shook her head.
“Written on the spot? That won’t do. I’ve already said that I won’t eat these ordinary ones. I only want the one from ‘Green Jade Table: Lantern Festival’.”
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and didn't answer.
"Hey, why do you smell so familiar?"
She sniffed, looking puzzled.
Seeing that Ouyang Rong ignored him, he became even more suspicious.
The tiny female Taoist priestess, dressed in Confucian robes and standing with her hands on her hips, loudly proclaimed:
"Ouyang Lianghan, did you steal this fairy's treasure? Although I don't know what it is, you definitely took it, didn't you? Hand it over now."
Ouyang Rong wasn't buying it, giving a forced smile, "Heh, you have some treasures hidden away?"
Miao Si looked around, then started acting cute and silly.
A moment later, Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes and strode out. At the back door, Ouyang Rong whispered to Ali, who was feeding the hay:
"Go to the Prince of Xunyang's residence."
"Yes, young master."
After boarding the carriage, Ouyang Rong first took out several poems about the bright moon and put them into a pear wood box, placing it together with Tao Yuanming's original silk manuscript.
He closed the pear wood box, placed it on his lap, covered the box with his palm, and tapped the lid lightly with his knuckles.
As the rhythmic music played, Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly deep in thought. He was planning to go find Li Guo'er this time...
Halfway there, while he was resting with his eyes closed, he suddenly remembered something, bent down as usual, and took out a long, rectangular violin case from under his seat.
"We've tried common words like 'full moon' and 'moon goddess' before, but they didn't work. So let's try new keywords and see what happens."
Ouyang Rong's expression hardened for a moment, then he lowered his head and tentatively called out into the room:
"Peach Blossom Spring... Peach Blossom Spring... Peach Moon? Spring Moon? Peach Goddess?"
The sword case remained silent, and no blessing was triggered in my ears.
But these awkward words almost exhausted all of Ouyang Rong's brain cells that he could use for association. It was really strange. What else could there be?
He couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"If that doesn't work either, then we'll just have to combine them..."
"Source... God? Madoka?"
Luminous Pearl: ? ? ?
[Craftsmanship]: ...
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