Chen Ze rubbed his chin, the preparations for the Mid-Autumn banquet were almost done now, but he didn't know when they would be able to start the meal. After all, the situation outside seemed a bit strange.
"I think this formula should be solved like this. If we can input the quantity and mass of antimatter, we would obtain such a thing..." Nyarlathotep was seriously discussing with Moriarty, even wearing a pair of glasses. Had one not known better, they might have thought Nyarlathotep had switched careers to teaching.
"Like this... Then what about this problem?" Moriarty flipped to a page in his notebook, and Chen Ze glanced at it. There were many more pages underneath, with no telling how many questions Moriarty had prepared.
"Sebastian, why are you trembling all the time?" Dragone looked helplessly at his friend. Although the store manager had already spoken for Sebastian before, Lord Stan had not continued to pursue Sebastian's matter.
