Godlike: Copy Master

"Why did you bring such a large box of diamonds?"

Their meeting took place in a corridor, where the king had two sofas and a table temporarily moved in, and they chose a spot next to a window with curtains hanging.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the dust and giving the meeting place an inexplicably cheap, five-cent special effect.

The king was dressed in a dark green military uniform, and the two officers closest to him were dressed in light desert camouflage uniforms.

There should be other guards in places that are not visible.

"Is there any wine?"

Morgana made no request about where they would meet, and with a smirk, she said to the king:

"I have come to your country, and after walking through a long desert, I am thirsty."

The king raised his hand and waved it slightly.

Before long, a guard came over with a glass of red wine and a clear stemmed glass.

"Huh? It's this kind of stuff again? This liquid is not bad."

Morgana took another sip and asked, "What's it called? Red wine?"

Morgana had drunk red wine with Xu Yi once before, and now that she was drinking it again, she had indeed fallen in love with the taste.

"Interesting, you're very interesting."

The king leered at Morgana, chuckled, and said:

“I don’t know how you bribed my liaison officer to meet with me.”

"You came here just to drink cheap red wine?"

That bottle of wine costs hundreds of thousands of RMB, so it's definitely not cheap.

However, compared to the king's assets, a few hundred thousand RMB is really nothing.

"Let's chat."

Morgana changed to a sitting posture with her legs crossed, and said with a smile:

"You might not know this, but if you have a chat, you might be able to decide the future of this planet."

The king, however, was amused.

"Deciding the future of Earth?"

The king chuckled and said, "We are a small country and cannot pursue more power."

Morgana smiled and said, "Maybe?"

"Let me tell you, foreign woman."

The king raised his voice slightly and said:

"We like to pursue wealth and have a longer lifespan to enjoy the happiness that wealth brings."

And we have oil, lots of oil.

Perhaps the king saw Morgana as a middleman who came to trade oil?

"Oh……"

Morgana, as if summarizing something, swirled the wine glass in her hand, watching the red liquid inside form a vortex, and said slowly and methodically:

"Practical, but not excessive."

Small country, wealth, oil.

So, how long do you think lifespan would be sufficient?

"How long is the lifespan?"

The king immediately burst into laughter, shook his head slightly, and said:

"a hundred years?"

"Um……"

Morgana drew out the last syllable, nodded, and said:

"A lifespan of one hundred years is enough?"

The pursuit is rather modest, really not excessive.

The king was amused once again, and said very seriously:

"You're really funny. You come here with a box of diamonds to mock our pursuit of wealth?"

"No no no..."

Morgana watched as the King lit a cigar, downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, and then said:

"It's not mockery, how should I put it? It's just to make it easier to communicate with you,"

"I think, if a little bit of the King's fluid were left inside you..."

The king squinted, making a lot of hand and head gestures, and said:

"It will make your humble abode shine!"

Morgana didn't understand at first, and after a moment of surprise, she reacted and then let out a bell-like laugh.

Ignoring the king's aggressive gaze, she asked, "And what do you think of divine authority?"

Are you talking about divine authority here?

The king, somewhat speechless, nodded to his guards, stood up, gave Morgana a deep look, and walked away with a smile.

Morgana remained seated, ignoring the two guards, and walked to either side of her chair. She sighed softly and muttered to herself:

"The king of a small country? It seems we won't get any information out of him."

Two guards reached out to grab Morgana, but as soon as their hands were outstretched, they silently turned to dust, along with the king who had just walked out.

What will become of the king?

The following day, the country will welcome another new king.

Morgana built a bug bridge station and went inside. When she came out, she was already in a bustling street.

"The Ugly Country?"

Morgana looked at the conspicuous billboard across the street, listened to the cacophony of voices, grabbed someone, and asked in the language she had just learned:

Where is your king?

·· ·····Requesting flowers···· ·······

The man was a middle-aged man with fair skin who looked very worried.

He was about to lose his temper, but he held back because Morgana was so beautiful, and said irritably, "She's dead!"

"Oh?" Morgana believed her for the time being and casually replied, "You died at the worst possible time."

"I wish he were dead." The melancholy middle-aged man pointed to the screen in the distance and said:

"That idiot president spent money to get a prime advertising spot in Times Square to campaign for votes." He then left.

Morgana looked at the screen and murmured, "Not the King? Call him Grand Commander."

Having identified who it was and obtained relevant information, Morgana once again hacked into the country's database.

"Wow! The president of this country, or the world's policeman?"

Morgana became completely interested and, while arranging a meeting with him, happily said:

"So, have we managed to get anything out of this discussion?"

This time, Morgana didn't intend to delay anything, mainly because she couldn't stand a large group of white and black people speaking in a non-divine language.

"They say you are the... supreme ruler of this world? Or the Grand President?"

I don't know what kind of etiquette to use when speaking to you..."

"Can.you.spesk.English?"

The scene shifts to an office building called the Oval Office.

Liang Bing had changed into a black leather mini-skirt outfit, wearing black stockings that were almost above her knees, and a pair of high-heeled black knee-high leather shoes.

The president of the Ugly Kingdom was sitting at his desk, writing something.

Upon seeing Morgana, he paused, his mind a complete blank with confusion.

..... ..... ...

Who arranged for such a beautiful but clueless woman to come into the office?

"What I'm saying is..."

Morgana changed to a sitting posture with her legs crossed, and said softly, "I am referring to the orthodox Divine River language system."

"What?"

The Grand President pondered what kind of language the Divine River language family was and which country it came from.

He wasn't incapable of understanding Chinese; he shook his head, then slightly swung his right arm before continuing: