What did that have to do with me chatting with Miss Firefly?
Mr. Emiya: Little Wolf, are you going to watch the live stream of Blade shedding little pearls tonight?
Silver Wolf: Not interested. Don't bully Blade too much; honest guys have it hard.
Mr. Emiya: That doesn't sound like something you would say.
Silver Wolf: It would be great if you had even a fraction of Blade's honesty.
Mr. Emiya: People have five names, and the designated driver has three. Silver Wolf! You don't have a driver's license!
Silver Wolf: Piss off, don't interrupt my gaming.
After chatting with the Stellaron Hunters for a bit, he left the room and ran over to March 7th, Welt, and the others' rooms to look around. Little March had already gone out to stroll on the streets again, and old Yang had gone out early to stake out some blonde male. The mere thought of this made Mr. Emiya a bit regretful that he hadn't taken a picture of Luocha, preferably making him do an impersonation show...
With just a single line like, "He may have lost a father, but he still has me. I am completely capable of becoming the guiding light of his life," even though old Yang had never heard those words before, he would definitely be able to draw a strong resonance from them, and then excitedly start hand-crafting the Star of Eden.
I'll go look for some Buli Ren today.
He still had quite a few commissions on hand. Last night, he obtained the reward for persuading Jingliu, and now he had thirteen pulls' worth of points and a new banner. However, he wasn't in any hurry to pull right now. Yesterday, he had glanced at the sword skill banner: the SR tier was full of beam-cannon