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"Master, what delicacies haven't you tasted in the capital?"

Meng Tian's face darkened.

Back in Beijing, the food served at state banquets was the best ever, far superior to what I had experienced in my time.

His Majesty seemed to be enjoying his meal quite a bit back then.

"Pah, how can that be the same? Lamb stew is made with sheep, so it has no muttony smell at all. What's the point of eating it if it doesn't have any muttony smell?"

The middle-aged man in a suit had a dark expression.

I've long since figured out the nature of those 'royal chefs'.

I don't strive to make things exactly to my liking, but rather to avoid making mistakes.

The first time I ate it, it tasted pretty good, but after eating it a lot, it became a bit bland and tasteless.

“You could actually tell them,” Meng Tian said weakly.

After all these years, when he was summoned, he thought he was going to fight some kind of war.

As a result, the officials were very respectful to him, and they granted his every request!

It's just a matter of changing the taste of the food; as long as you mention it, they'll deliver a bowl of mutton soup right there in the middle of the night.

"Who am I?"

The middle-aged man in the suit pointed to his nose, his face unusually serious.

"My boss wins. Zhao Zheng!" Meng Tian ultimately didn't say that name.

Well, the name of this boss is really famous. This time, I avoided other people when I went out. I definitely had to think of an alias.

Otherwise, if you casually say something, it will attract attention and make things difficult.

Because the boss had lived in the State of Zhao since childhood, he took the surname Zhao.

"That's right, who am I? I'm Zhao Zheng!"

Even if it doesn't suit my taste, what can I say?

Zhao Zheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

I am Zhao Zheng!

Unify the six directions and dominate the eight wastelands!

Standardize the writing system for carts and the gauge of books.

No ancient emperor could compare to him, not even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of ancient times. He was not convinced of his achievements and claimed that his accomplishments were no less than theirs.

As such a great person, I deserve to be revered by future generations; I am their idol!

Idols should act in a way that reflects their idols.

If I spend all my time complaining about trivial things that don't suit my taste, do I even have any self-respect?

My status is what it is; even if I fart, all those people below me will have to investigate whether I've been upset about something lately.

style!

We must maintain our high standards; after all, we are an emperor of all ages!

Not to your liking?

Just hold it in, what else can you do?

"Hey~"

Even Zhao Zheng couldn't help but sigh at this thought.

Being obsessed with maintaining a good image is a bad habit, but unfortunately, I can't break it anymore.

Those compliments were so intoxicating!

"Suck~"

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but swallow. After becoming a Heroic Spirit, as long as there is a supply of magic power, it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat, but that doesn't mean his sense of taste has been lost!

Just as I was about to step inside.

A bowl-shaped black shadow flew out from inside the door, and Zhao Zheng and Meng Tian quickly dodged it.

"pat~"

"You serve me this kind of food from the poor?"

The floor was littered with shards of broken ceramic, carrying a strong aroma of mutton soup, with bits of steamed bun still clinging to them.

Lying there quietly in front of the two of them, the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

Meng Tian swore that this was the first time he had ever seen his master's face so dark since he arrived in this era.

At this very moment, on the fifth floor.

Gilgamesh was very unhappy, and the waiter standing next to him was trembling with fear.

Ever since I came to this land of Great Xia, everything has gone wrong for me.

On the Immortal Island, his original goal was the Holy Grail. Although he had the prototype of that Noble Phantasm in his own treasure trove, the Noble Phantasm was ultimately just a Noble Phantasm copied by the world's consciousness.

It differs somewhat from the genuine article.

Moreover, he already considered these treasures as his own; in fact, all the treasures in the world should have belonged to him.

With this in mind, he went to the Immortal Island, mainly wanting to compete with the legendary King Zhou Di Xin.

Iskandar is already challenging Ying Zheng to a duel. If my opponent is not even as good as Iskandar, whom I have defeated, wouldn't that make me look too incompetent?

Then, to everyone's surprise, Di Xin was never summoned.

And he was even looked down upon by that kid Su Mo?

He originally planned to march to the Immortal Island, then use Ea to slap Su Mo in the face in front of him, and take back his Holy Grail.

As a result, he was eliminated before he even got to see the master of the immortal island.

I have never suffered such injustice in my life.

So after being rejected by the Immortal Island, he immediately found out Su Mo's location.

Firstly, they wanted to reclaim the Holy Grail that was rightfully theirs.

Now the whole world has almost heard the news that Su Mo is the ultimate beneficiary of the Immortal Island, and the Holy Grail should also be in Su Mo's hands.

Secondly, find Su Mo and avenge all the wrongs he deserves!

I was drawn in by the aroma from the fifth floor as I passed by, so I decided to stop by and try the food. And then—

To be honest, the taste was good, but the presentation was a bit lacking, but that doesn't stop me from getting angry~

"Hahaha, I actually think it tastes pretty good!"

Iskandar ate heartily while laughing loudly, while Waver and Kirei Kotomine huddled in a corner, remaining silent.

Even when Gilgamesh lost his temper, the two of them didn't care.

Although he was angry, he was still a Heroic Spirit, so at most he was just grumbling and wouldn't make things difficult for the ordinary people here.

However, if the two of them were to step forward now, they would immediately become the targets of each other's anger.

Gilgamesh gave Iskandar a disdainful look.

"The food I eat is all delicacies carefully prepared by the gods. Only you could stomach such lowly food!"

These words immediately added a touch of arrogance to Gilgamesh's face.

"So, what exactly is your purpose in coming here?"

Gilgamesh looked at Iskandar, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

Although he easily defeated his opponent in the last Holy Grail War, now that he has the power of the Holy Grail, even Gilgamesh has to admit that this is indeed a formidable opponent.

After all, his royal army was less a matter of his own individual strength and more a matter of the combined might and power of all the troops he had led during his lifetime.

After being freed from the limitations of that inferior imitation Fuyuki, everyone in the army was able to unleash the full power of a Heroic Spirit.

There are even corresponding Noble Phantasms, and some of the Heroic Spirits are even stronger than Iskandar himself.

He alone is an invincible army!

Iskandar stopped wolfing down his food and became unusually serious.

"This world is changing too fast. If I still want to conquer this land, I need to recruit more subjects!"

Iskandar never concealed his intentions and desires.

Su Mo was the person he recruited.

To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with heroic spirits with flesh and blood is not something that can be achieved by simply practicing Bajiquan; it requires more innate talent.

This talent would be considered top-tier even in the Age of Gods.

"Tch~ Boring!"

Gilgamesh glanced at it and then looked away.

"Who, who threw away the mutton soup?"

Before Gilgamesh could say anything, a loud voice with a thick accent came from the doorway.

But the next moment, the two who were initially relaxed suddenly tensed up all over.

Two figures walked in.

One of them was a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit with shiny black leather shoes, and a burly man stood behind him.

The burly man followed behind the man in the suit with a blank expression, looking somewhat like a bodyguard.

Generally speaking, people dressed like this in this era are either salespeople or lawyers, but both Gilgamesh and Iskandar looked at the two men with serious expressions.

I sensed danger from them!

Heroic spirits?!

Moreover, it's not just any ordinary Heroic Spirit; it's among the most outstanding even of all Heroic Spirits.

"What's wrong with me!"