On the way to the Star Luo Empire, Wu Ling lay comfortably on his side in the Soul Guidance Vehicle. With a flick of his Wu Ling, he popped a grape into his mouth. As the sweet and sour juice burst in his mouth, Wu Ling smiled contentedly.
Of course, what pleased him even more than the grapes was the head on the ground opposite him. It was the head of Bai He, the current patriarch of the Speed Clan. His once rosy face had turned grayish-white due to blood loss, and his open eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he had seen something extremely shocking.
"Master, the Speed Clan had about two hundred direct descendants, and about five hundred including family members, all of whom are now dead." Sasaki Kojiro, sitting opposite Wu Ling, took a sip of his drink and said casually.
Wu Ling nodded in satisfaction, then asked with a smile, "How was the swallow this time?"
Sasaki Kojiro leaned against the Soul Guidance Vehicle, ate a grape, took a sip of wine, and roughly recalled, "It was so-so. The speed of most of them seemed a bit slow. However, the oldest one was barely acceptable. Although he couldn't teleport or breathe fire, and could be said to be useless except for his speed, I still used the Demonic Sword just in case. As a result, he was beheaded without any resistance."
"Hahaha, good for nothing but speed, what an apt description." Wu Ling was amused by Sasaki Kojiro's words. Now he understood why Bai He's unseeing eyes were filled with disbelief instead of resentment and anger. It was because of him.
It's important to know that although Bai He of the Speed Clan is only an 81-level Soul Douluo, he holds the title of the fastest in the Douluo Continent. It is said that if he flies at full speed, he can traverse the entire continent in three days, although the cost is that his attack and defense are extremely weak.
He never imagined that one day he would be stabbed to death. The worst part is that even after he died, he was described as barely passable in terms of speed. If his spirit in the underworld knew this, he would probably be so angry that he would be resurrected.
Although he didn't know why Wu Ling was laughing so happily, seeing his Master so pleased, Sasaki Kojiro tried to make a request.
"By the way, Master, can I tell you something?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling suppressed his laughter, but the upturned corners of his mouth still revealed his delight. "You are my Servant, and there are no outsiders here. Just tell me what you want."
Upon hearing Wu Ling's words, Sasaki Kojiro not only did not relax, but his eyes also became somewhat unfocused.
"Master, could you please not let me travel with that Caster named Medea next time? It's the first time I've met her, but for some reason, I feel uncomfortable all over whenever I see her." As he said this, Sasaki Kojiro kept glancing behind Wu Ling, as if he was afraid that Medea would come out of the Throne of Heroes and hit him with a magic cannon.
Wu Ling paused slightly upon hearing Sasaki Kojiro's request, then raised an eyebrow, his thoughtful gaze reflecting a troubled Sasaki Kojiro. He knew very well that his Servant were summoned directly from the Seat of Heroes, so they shouldn't have any memories of any particular period of their lives, except for those from their previous existence. But could Sasaki Kojiro's current feeling also be some kind of "fate"?
Thinking of this, Wu Ling's smile grew brighter and brighter. With a "the more the merrier" mentality, Wu Ling comforted Sasaki Kojiro, "Don't worry, don't worry. You're Assassin Class, and he's Caster Class. It's normal for Assassin Class to be hesitant when facing Caster Class. Even when attacking you, he can only use blue text. I felt uncomfortable when I first saw blue text."
"Master, I know about Assassin Class Caster Class, but why is it that Caster Class is afraid of Assassin Class, and what are those blue words?" Sasaki Kojiro asked, puzzled. After all, no matter how you looked at it, a weak and powerless Magus should be more afraid of assassins like them, so why were the assassins afraid of Magus?
Wu Ling sat up straight, reached out and patted Sasaki Kojiro on the shoulder, giving him a "I understand, bro" look.
"It's all part of the setup, brother. But since you've said that, I won't force you anymore. I happen to have a job here, so I'll leave it to you."
Sasaki Kojiro thought for a moment, and finally realized that he still didn't understand what his Master was saying. But whether he understood or not, it didn't matter to him. As long as he could swing his sword every day, admire the moon, and drink some sake, he would be content.
"No problem, Master. Who do you want to kill?"
Wu Ling waved his hand, picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he placed a Handgun on the table.
"This time it's not about killing anyone, but about going to the Metal Capital Gengxin City to negotiate with someone. The Soul Guidance Vehicle will pass by there in about an Tohsaka Tokiomi."
"You know our situation here. Hundred Personas isn't suitable to appear openly, Medea needs to work with Xiao Fen, and as for Berserker Lancelot and Berserker, I don't trust Angra Mainyu, Karna isn't ready to play yet, so I can only ask you for help."
Sasaki Kojiro took a sip of his drink. "Finding people and negotiating, to be honest, aside from killing people, I personally prefer staying in one place. But since it's your order, Master, then I have no choice."
Wu Ling smiled slightly at this, and then the shadows surged, and Xiao Lan crawled out from Wu Ling's shadow.
"This is Xiao Lan. He was created based on you. You're only responsible for escorting him. He'll handle the negotiations. If things go well, you and Xiao Lan can stay there. But if things don't go well... Elder Gui."
As Wu Ling called out, Gui Mei appeared in his car within seconds. " Your His Highness the Holy Son, what are your orders?" Gui Mei was now more humble than before. After fighting alongside the three Heroic Spirit two days ago, he had come to realize that Wu Ling, the Holy Son, had become a force to be reckoned with, and his attitude towards him needed to change.
"Back when those ordinary soldiers were all armed with ordinary weapons, the importance of the Metal Capital was self-evident, let alone now that we have Spirit Tool. Although we can't entrust them with the entire manufacturing process, we can still greatly reduce the manufacturing time by manufacturing the parts in batches."
I heard that the current president of the Blacksmith Association, Lou Gao, is a blacksmithing fanatic. Xiao Lan will be negotiating with him using this finely crafted Handgun. If he joins us, that's fine, but if he refuses, you'll need to step in. This time, we don't need to go all out; we just need to find a new president."
The Gui Mei nodded silently in understanding, then vanished again.
"Well then, I wish you all the best." After saying this, Wu Ling picked up another grape and put it in his mouth...