You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

If the money cannot be paid off in a short time, the chef will not default on it and will continue to update until the money is paid off. Old readers should all know this.

Please rest assured that the chef will not play tricks on you!

Anyway... big guys, I have a humble question: Can you give me a first order? o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Volume 51: The White Moonlight of the Entire Soul Society: Chapter : Go and tell him I love you!

Iori agreed—but not completely.

From a personal perspective, he wanted to stand on Ritsuka's side and lend a helping hand, and causing trouble everywhere would also yield more CGs, which was in line with his actual interests.

But apart from occasionally getting carried away in battle, Iori has always been a man who plans before he acts. Facing the current situation, he must recall his original intention:

I came here for firepower reconnaissance! I didn't even think about exploring further this time!

And why should he be so careful?

Because the Type Moon water is too deep for him to control!

The neighboring "Aka Kill" and "Bleach" both have very clear ceilings and plot directions. Facing those known villains, Iori thinks he has some confidence, but for Type-Moon... it's too easy for uncontrollable factors to appear!

With Iori's current strength, he would have to be cautious when participating in an ordinary Holy Grail War, let alone the multiverse copy of the [Beast of Continuation] in front of him...

Unlike those servants who can do sit-ups repeatedly, he didn't ascend to the Throne of Heroes, so when he died, he was really dead!

Therefore, Iori is verbally restrained and is willing to cooperate with Gudako and provide her with help within his ability, but he is a "phantom spirit" and has no position in the Throne of Heroes, nor does he have the opportunity to start over, so he will not go to those world lines that are too outrageous.

If an emergency occurs, you will give priority to your own affairs and may even give up the task. This must be made clear in advance to avoid conflicts in the future.

Of course Gudako can understand!

Who is she? She has cleared the hell dungeon in FGO hundreds of times, encountered many strange servants, and her tolerance and affinity are maxed out.

She can even get along well with someone like Sesshōin, so how could she have any problem with Iori?

So even though Iori's identity as a "phantom" is very suspicious, Gudako is still willing to believe it - she doesn't know how many suspicious guys she has turned into full bonds, this one won't make a difference.

So, she thanked Iori very earnestly, and happily said that she had gained a new companion, and a handsome orthodox man who was becoming increasingly rare in Chaldea. She felt very happy inside - and then went back to her room to sleep.

She seemed to have some minor illness and needed to sleep for a long time every day. She felt very sorry that she could not explain the situation further to Iori.

"... Lala, Master's sleeping time is getting longer and longer. It's really worrying."

Moriarty watched Gudako leave, and only asked Merlin after the door closed: "Mr. Magician, you are responsible for taking care of her in the dream, right? Did you fulfill your responsibility?"

"You may not believe it, but I tried my best... There is no other way. Although I am a 'Succubus', I am not omnipotent in dreams. Moreover, it was the master's dream... In the end, she still has to rely on herself. I am just playing a supporting role."

Merlin glanced at Iori and didn't continue the topic. Iori, who was puzzled, also observed his expression and didn't ask any more questions.

"Well, although Iori-kun has many concerns, now that you have joined our big family, I still have to introduce the details to you."

"Thank you. It is an honor for me to work with all of you heroes and sages," Iori responded seriously and humbly.

Merlin said with a smile: "We are still called 'Chaldea' now. The main members are servants. There are a lot of them but they don't usually gather together. They have their own activity areas and are even distributed in different time and space.

Only when there is a need to 'continue' a certain world line, will we select suitable servants to disrupt it and create more possibilities - of course, all on a voluntary basis.

We are a conscientious company and will never do bad things like forced labor..."

clang!clang!clang!

On the kotatsu table, a dial-type landline phone, very common in old animations, rang, interrupting Merlin's words.

The Flower Magician looked at Iori apologetically, then picked up the phone:

“Moshimoshi… um… um… I understand. Let’s leave this matter to El-Melloi II. He is very familiar with this singularity.

Hmm? What? The Second Emperor doesn't want to go? He wants to appeal to the Heroic Spirit Labor Law?

This is no longer an ordinary Caster, he must strike hard!

Go, call Iskandar, and have him tell the Second that 'I love you, I need you, you are my best subject, far better than Hephaestion' -

Send the Second Emperor a basket of golden apples!"

Click...

Merlin hung up the phone and smiled brightly: "Please rest assured, we are definitely not a black-hearted company. We will never force servants to work. We will only encourage them to work overtime voluntarily."

Iori: “???????”

This "voluntary" method... Oh, by the way, you bastard have no weaknesses!

Even if the relationship is voluntary, it's not up to you, right?

Mei, you are doing this, does Guda know?

-

After briefly understanding the situation from Merlin, the Flower Magician said that there was no shortage of manpower at the moment, and asked Iori not to worry about these things for the time being and to work hard on his own. Phantoms can also ascend to the Throne of Heroes by accumulating merits. Chaldea has encountered such examples before.

Iori responded casually with a few words, then said that he was going to practice, but in fact he returned to "Aka Kill".

Puff~~

He lay on the bed in the hotel, staring blankly at the ceiling. Although he had only stayed in Type-Moon for about half an hour, the huge amount of information had brought a meteorite impact to his inner world, and he needed time to sort out the thoughts in his mind.

There is awe for the vast worldview, as well as an eagerness to try, there is admiration and sympathy for Gudako, as well as various speculations and anxieties that secretly emerge... But in general, it can be confirmed that this is a rare opportunity, but it needs to be grasped with caution, otherwise it will backfire.

To reduce the risk, the method is very simple:

Just become stronger!

If you have the strength of Gilgamesh, you can easily win in a normal Holy Grail War.

If he could rival the top servants, even the singularities would be easy to navigate;

If you have acquired the power of the Beast, then you have reached the ceiling.

Although Type-Moon has a complex setting and a vast worldview, it still follows the basic law of "strong and weak". If you want to have a say, then make yourself stronger!

This is true for both Bleach, Akagi Kill, Type-Moon, and even other worlds you will encounter in the future!

It's still difficult to stir up trouble in Type-Moon right now, but that's okay, he's full of possibilities!

Cutting off all distracting thoughts and reaffirming his resolve, Iori raised his hand and looked at it carefully.

"It's still a magical structure... Is it because Akatsuki has no restrictions in this regard? It seems that I have to return to Soul Society to transform back into a Shinigami spirit.

But having said that, let’s first settle the matter of the empire!”

Analyze the current situation, identify your own advantages, and then make a choice:

For Iori, the most efficient way to improve is to create a legend and constantly refresh the CG style.

It is difficult for him to do this in either Type-Moon or Soul Society, only the Empire in "Aka Kill" meets the requirements.

General Bud and Esdeath are a problem, but they are not insurmountable obstacles. As long as the empire is overthrown, Iori will be able to gain great prestige...

No, why are you so conservative?

The revolutionary army is not a good thing either!

It doesn’t matter, we fucked each other together!

Volume 52: The White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : Hypnosis and brainwashing, but a beast

Although both have to be done, we need to analyze each case specifically. Even if the revolutionary army has many disadvantages, overthrowing the empire is still the top priority.

Iori wants to make a name for himself and expand his prestige. In theory, the most efficient way is to expand and intensify the war between the two sides, or even turn it into a long-lasting chaos. Because then the people will be more eager for the emergence of a hero, and he will have more opportunities.

However, as a person who grew up in China in his previous life and had a simple sense of justice, he could never do such a thing.

He has his own plans, and although they may require more thought, they will allow him to intervene in and even dominate this great era of transition from the old to the new!

Anyway, he first found Nadezhda and proposed a condition to the revolutionary army behind her, but the heroic female general was very surprised after hearing it:

"Silla? Although he's still alive, he's a useless person. What do you want him for?"

Nadezhda thought that Iori wanted to discuss with her the treatment of the revolutionary army. She was prepared to spend a lot of money to win over this powerful bounty hunter, but who knew that Iori wanted the minister's son, Sheila!

Yes, the one who doesn't eat beef.

What's the use of this thing?

“We have already contacted the minister privately half a year ago. The minister is only willing to pay to redeem Xila, but is unwilling to release our companions in prison, nor is he willing to make any concessions politically or militarily... It seems that this son is not that important to him.

The headquarters had already decided to kill Sheila as a sacrifice on the day of the large-scale uprising, but to let him survive before that.

Honestly, I don’t think Sheila is any more useful now.”

"In that case, just give him to me."

Iori said with a smile: "I plan to exchange him for a bonus from the minister. A living person is definitely more valuable than a corpse."

"I think honesty is very important if both parties want to cooperate." Nadezhda stared at the white mask, as if trying to see Iori's expression through it.

"What exactly are your plans?"

"It's important to be honest, but it's also important to respect each other. You just need to answer me if I can."

Iori rejected Nadezhda's attempt somewhat coldly: "Give me Sheila, and I will be willing to handle some difficult targets for the Revolutionary Army. This should be a fair deal. After all, there is no shortage of beasts who can be sacrificed in this world, right?"

It really is!

Nadezhda raised her eyebrows and thought seriously:

As the son of a minister, Xila has a very special status and is notorious in the imperial capital. There is no doubt that using him as a sacrifice can win the hearts of the people in the imperial capital.

But correspondingly, what Iori said was also correct. The empire really had no shortage of people who held high positions and committed many evil deeds... It was easy to find alternatives to "beast".

Moreover, the hearts of the people in the imperial capital are not the most important to the revolutionary army, because if they really reach the imperial capital, the war will basically be over.

"We can give it to you. Just consider it as our sincerity." Nadezhda said seriously, "But in exchange, we may need to use [Dimensional Matrix Shangri-La] in the future. I hope you can help us then."

"Oh?"

Iori looked at her and thought, as expected of a woman who holds high positions in both the Empire and the Revolutionary Army, she knows how to grasp key interests!

This request was not excessive, and Iori agreed to it readily - after all, it was up to him whether to give it to them or not.

"By the way, where is Akame now?"

Iori suddenly said, "I left some things with her. It's time to come back."

-

Five days later, in the imperial capital, in a vast manor with magnificent architecture and lavish decorations, countless servants, maids and guards were milling around like ants on a cloudy day. Everyone was in a panic and at a loss, as if they were preparing to welcome some important person.

No, strictly speaking, they have received it, and he is indeed a very important figure in the entire empire. For these servants, a single word from him can decide life and death:

Because the master they served, the only son of Minister Ernest, Master Sheela, who had been wandering around, suddenly returned to this mansion today!

In order to avoid being criticized by the notoriously moody Lord Sheela, everyone was doing their work in fear and panic, making the entire mansion bustling with activity.

Unlike these servants who knew nothing, Ernest, as a minister, knew very well that Sheila had been captured by the revolutionary army more than half a year ago, and the negotiations between the two sides had collapsed long ago. Logically, his beloved son should have been either chopped to death or locked in a cage... How could he suddenly come back?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

So even when meeting his own son whom he had not seen for a long time and who had escaped death, the minister brought his strongest guards with him and kept a considerable distance from the other party.

"Tsk! What are you doing? Your own son is back and you're putting on such a scene?"

Silla sat in a wheelchair, her hands stiffly clinging to the armrests. Her limbs were completely disabled, except for her mouth, which was still wild and wanton.

"There's a guy called 'Mr. Fashion' in the Imperial Scientific Research Corps, right? Call him over quickly and replace all my limbs with prosthetics. I don't want to lie in bed or in a wheelchair anymore!"

"Hmm...it looks like it's me."

The minister pinched his beard. He was very familiar with Sheila's appearance and true character, so he was sure that this was Sheila himself. But just in case, he did not get close to the other party. After all, the killers of the revolutionary army were very powerful.

Thinking of this, the minister, who was fat but had eyes full of cunning and coldness, looked around him. The four guards known as the "Four Rakshasa Ghosts" had strength comparable to that of the Imperial Equipment Masters. He was absolutely safe under their protection. Moreover, he was not a weakling. Although he looked fat, his physical skills were quite good.

Ernest calmly continued to ask Sheila a few things that only he and his son knew. After verifying that everything was correct, he was surprised and happy, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh my son, you are in trouble!!!"

"Ahhh Daddy, I miss you so much!"

"..."

Including the four Rakshasa ghosts and the masked man pushing the wheelchair behind Sheila, everyone fell silent as they watched the performance of the father and son. Especially Ernest, although he cried very hard, his feet did not move at all... It was obvious that he was cautious to a certain extent and did not really care about his son that much.

"By the way, how did you escape? The Revolutionary Army's prison guards must be very strict, right?"

The minister suddenly stopped crying and looked deeply at Iori who was wearing a black mask.

"Also, who is he?"