Shirou's clones number 30 million

The next instant, the envelope flapped its wings and flew around the three of them before landing in Shirou Shiro's palm.

At the same time, the wings disappeared, and it became no different from an ordinary envelope.

Inside the envelope was an invitation letter, the contents of which were roughly as follows:

I am Sanzen Kaishirou. To celebrate my promotion today, I am hosting a banquet. I would be honored to have you join me. You may bring your family and friends.

The invitation contained very little text, only a few sentences.

The content is written in divine script, which can be clearly understood by those who do not understand divine script. In short, it gives people a feeling of being impressed but not fully comprehended.

"Why not just say so? Why send a letter?"

Shirou Shirazawa looked bewildered, speechless.

The next moment, a phantom projection of Sanzen Kaishirou appeared out of thin air and floated in front of the envelope.

“I knew you would ask this question, so I specially reserved a wisp of divine power to help you answer your questions.”

"This invitation is not just a simple notification, but a pass to enter the realm of the gods."

"Because I saved multiple worlds, I was promoted from a Level 3 Management God to a Level 2, and now I oversee as many as thirty worlds."

"In fact, to reward my achievements, the Great Goddess even allocated me a piece of land in the divine realm, allowing me to develop it freely."

"After I finished building my new home, I immediately thought of having a party to celebrate. You are all welcome to come."

Shirou Shiro was speechless, and couldn't help but retort:

"Is promotion really that easy? You get promoted just for saving two worlds?"

"The worlds I save are of a high level, and I'm quite efficient, so isn't it only natural that I get promoted?"

At this point, Sanzen Kaishirou smiled and then said:

"Actually, I don't know why I got promoted. Logically speaking, I should be far from meeting the standards. But it's a good thing, isn't it?"

"So there's no need to overthink it, just be happy."

"Fools sometimes have all the luck." Shirou Shiro shook his head slightly. "What time?"

"Tomorrow night at seven o'clock, I asked the male god in charge of the kitchen for help, and the goddess of banquets also came uninvited. Many gods have expressed their intention to attend."

"Shouldn't it be inappropriate for us mortals to attend such a divine banquet?"

"No, I've already told all the participants in advance that they can bring their own family members. Your auras are the same as mine, so you'll definitely be mistaken for my clones."

It turned out to be the case.

Bai Ze instantly realized that the implication was that the people he brought with him would definitely be treated as his retinue.

"Why not just hold a separate event elsewhere? Why insist on holding it in the realm of gods? Some people will definitely feel constrained."

"Because the God of Cookery doesn't want to descend to the mortal realm."

"Is it really necessary to find a master chef?"

"No...no, the dishes made by the God of Cookery using ingredients unique to the divine realm, not to mention how delicious they are, just consider the benefits such as longevity, increased physical strength, eternal youth, and constant good fortune, you know what I mean."

Upon hearing this, Yuri Tensho's eyes were already sparkling, and she gripped Shirou Shiro's arm tightly.

Seeing this, Sanzen Kaishirou chuckled for a moment, then said again:

"The goddesses of banquets, dances, and fortune may also bestow their blessings, and mortals who attend this banquet will benefit immensely."

"Opportunities to gather so many gods at the same time are rare. I shamelessly applied for a long time before the Great Goddess finally agreed to allow my family to participate."

Even if you don't care, you can invite your family over, right?

"I could, but I have no way of explaining it to my parents," Shirou Shiro said, looking troubled.

"What's the big deal? Just let them think they're dreaming."

"Yes, that's a good idea. Let's do it that way."

"I won't be attending the party tonight. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

The next instant, the illusory projection of Shirou Sanzenkai vanished into thin air, and the invitation transformed into a golden light that rushed into the back of Shirou Hakusawa's hand, turning into a golden mark.

“That’s right.” Shiro Shirou turned to Yuri Tensho and said with a smile, “Let’s attend the banquet together tomorrow night.”

"May I?"

"Of course, I don't have anyone else to invite besides my parents and you."

"Your interpersonal relationships are terrible!"

"Haha... I don't deny that." Shirou paused, then said with a smile, "By the way, since it's a banquet in the realm of gods, we should dress a bit more formally. Let's start by buying formal attire."

"This……"

"Don't worry about money, I'm not planning to take you shopping for clothes."

"So...do you want to rent a dress?"

Tianxiang Youli felt a little relieved; if it was a rental, it shouldn't cost much.

“No, have you forgotten where we are?” Shirou Shiro shook his head slightly.

"The Yorozuya."

"That's how it is. So, first, choose a sample online, then modify the design, and make two dresses by hand."

"Huh...? Shall we do it?"

In that instant, Yuri Tensho thought of Doraemon again.

Whenever Nobita wants something, Doraemon will take out a gadget and then guide him to make it himself.

"I never imagined that I would become Nobita."

"I'm not Doraemon."

"So, what kind of prop are you going to bring out this time?"

"Clang clang...! The all-purpose sewing machine! Just put in a photo, pattern, and fabric, and the perfect garment will be made automatically."

As he spoke, Shirou Shirazawa took out a Lala card item.

"You still say you're not Doraemon?"

Yuri Tensho couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek twice.

"What are you doing?" Shirou Shiro asked, looking surprised.

"I'm wondering if you're Doraemon in disguise."

"I don't like dorayaki, and I'm not afraid of mice."

Shirou Shiro muttered a complaint, put down the Lala brand sewing machine, and walked towards the computer behind the counter:

"Let's choose a dress pattern we like online first. If we can't find one, we can write down our requirements on paper. The sewing machine is equipped with a certain intelligent program and has thousands of clothing patterns in stock."

"By the way, you'll likely see the creators of these props at the banquet tomorrow night, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"Really? Please be sure to introduce me to you then," Tianxiang Youli said quickly.

"I can't help you with that. To be honest, I'm just a stranger to the creator."

"Isn't she your lover from a parallel universe?"

"The me in this parallel world isn't me at all; we even look different. By the way, I don't think I ever said that, so how did you know?"

"intuition."

"It seems you have a strong sixth sense and a talent for cultivating your inner universe."

"Idiot." Yuri Tensho couldn't help but laugh. "Luckily I've watched Saint Seiya, otherwise I wouldn't understand what you're saying."

Chapter 568 It seems I asked for too low a price.

Chapter 568 (Section 569) It seems I've asked for too low a price.

As evening fell, the man sat in his car on his way home, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but his thoughts had already wandered far away.

As people reach middle age, they also experience more worries.

My wife is too career-oriented, and we've always been apart for long periods. I didn't feel anything about it in the early years, since I'm a workaholic myself.

But now that I'm older, I feel reluctant to part with it.

My son and I don't get along well. We already spend very little time together, and in the past few months, we've only had a rare chance to have lunch together at home, and we barely exchange a few words.

"Ugh……"

"Is the master troubled by matters at home?"

“Yes, I heard from Funatsu that Shirou is usually very quiet at home, and no matter who he talks to, he only says ‘uh-huh,’ ‘okay,’ or ‘I understand.’ I suspect that he has developed a mental illness.”

"This...it shouldn't have come to that, right? I heard that young master Shirou opened a new Yorozuya and has been quite active in Tokyo lately, with quite a bit of buzz circulating online."

"Yorozuya? What's that?"

"It is said to be a place that helps people solve their troubles. As long as someone makes a request, someone will be sent to solve it. The scope of services is very wide, from tutoring, repairing houses, and cleaning, to defending criminals in court and investigating old cases."

Is this a rumor or the truth?

"fact."

"Such arrogance! Are they trying to monopolize all industries?"

"Based on what I've heard, it seems to be a trend in this direction."

"Nonsense! No industry is simple. To recklessly step into every industry like this is simply making enemies of everyone."

"I heard that Yorozuya is doing very well lately, and everyone who has gone there for a service has given it rave reviews."

"This is ridiculous!"

The moment he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed drastically.

Shirasawa Nobuhiko, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly stood up. The driver disappeared, and everything around him was white.

He looked around and then looked up to see his wife, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, standing not far away with a surprised expression on her face. She had obviously come here suddenly, just like him.