Yet Dai Mubai was not worried in the slightest.
"Do you still remember how I taught you to use these before we came?" Dai Mubai distributed the several large-caliber revolvers and some smaller-caliber pistols he had kept in his Storage Soul Tool among the girls, asking gravely.
"Of course. We've committed it all to memory," another girl said.
"...Actually, none of you had to come with me on this dangerous journey. But since you came, that means you trust me, Dai Mubai, deeply. I don't want any of you to die here, on this night before dawn. Understand?"
"Don't play the hero or do anything you think will gain us more through your sacrifice. If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, call for help. If you're captured, surrender immediately. Don't think of it as betraying me. Staying alive comes before everything else."
Dai Mubai looked at the six scantily clad girls before him without any of the instincts a man ought to have, regarding them only as his sisters.
Just imagine: Dai Mubai, a Soul Ancestor, not only had to assassinate a Soul Saint, but might then be surrounded and attacked by an unknown number of Soul Emperors and Soul Kings.
Dai Mubai himself had Soul Guidance Armor, advanced weapons, and the newly captured Dragon Flame Cannon, giving him some ability to fight back. But these girls? They were chickens among tigers. Once they fell into enemy hands, given the brutality of this Earl's rule, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The girls were all moved by Dai Mubai's sincerity and nodded. "We understand."
"Then Mengdie will come with me to see the Earl. The rest of you, split up and wait for your chance."
"Yes!"
Waiting for their chance meant finding concealed rooms to hide in, then looking for