FATE: Target of Grand Master

Just as the two were chatting, the sparring match between Lu Bu and Diarmuid came to a conclusion.

Without a doubt, Lu Bu's halberd landed on Diarmuid's shoulder, just an inch away from his neck.

Diarmuid's spear and sword fell to the side, but judging from his closed-eye expression of resignation, he had accepted the outcome with equanimity.

In fact, everyone, including himself, thought he couldn't win this sparring match, but as a warrior, sometimes you have to go even in a battle you can't win.

"Your skills and bravery are already top-notch, but because your opponent was me, they didn't stand out as much. Moreover, you changed tactics during the battle, which shows you're the type who likes to think things through, somewhat like Wen Yuan. If the two of you were to spar, it might be even more exciting."

"It is my honor to receive the praise of 'Lu Bu among men' from Diarmuid."

The knight, empty-handed, revealed an honest expression.

Lu Bu sheathed his halberd and continued, "Also, don't take this sparring too seriously. In terms of martial prowess, there are very few in the world who can rival me, but we are now Servants. If we use our Noble Phantasms, the outcome is uncertain. Moreover, those god-level Servants are not to be underestimated. The thought of sparring with them makes my hands itch with excitement."

Seeing Lu Bu, who had initially tried to persuade him but later became somewhat excited, Diarmuid smiled knowingly, picked up the weapon that had fallen to the side, and returned to Feng Yan's back.

Having prepared words of comfort beforehand, Feng Yan, seeing Diarmuid's expression, suddenly felt that what he wanted to say was somewhat superfluous, so he changed to a more relaxed tone and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Thank you for your permission, Master. I've had my fill."

"That's good enough."

Unlike Feng Yan, Lu Bu, upon returning to Diao Yunshang's side, didn't discuss the sparring match with his master. Instead, he rubbed his hands together and asked with a grin, "Little Diao, how did the discussion with Xia Yan go?"

Diao Yunshang rolled her eyes at Lü Bu and said helplessly, "Xia Yan said she would only agree if I became her girlfriend for a day."

"What?!"

After hearing this, Lü Bu was about to confront Xia Yan when he suddenly realized that Xia Yan shouldn't have said such a thing.

Turning around, he saw Diao Yunshang covering her mouth with a mischievous grin and immediately realized he had been tricked.

"Little Mink, that's enough. If I really beat up that kid Xia Yan, his witch will stew us both."

"Oh, even the invincible Lord Fengxian is afraid."

Diao Yunshang rested her chin on her hand and joked.

"Little Marquis, I don't like hearing that. I have never been afraid of any enemy. But I'm not stupid. If the enemy isn't human, things will get a bit complicated. Since becoming a Servant, I've come to understand that there are gods beyond humans. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I understand that if you want to continue on your path, I alone won't be enough."

"That's called 'there are always people better than you'," Diao Yunshang corrected.

Lu Bu raised an eyebrow: "That's for other people. As for me, there's basically no one else besides myself. Those who can make me wary are mostly inhuman beings."

"Alright, alright, I won't argue with you about this. Don't worry, Xia Yan is easy to talk to, he agreed right away and didn't make any demands."

Lu Bu immediately revealed a happy smile, like a child who had received a new toy.

"I knew it. Xia Yan is a sensible and discreet young man. If the witch hadn't taken a liking to him first, I wouldn't have minded letting him marry into my Lü family."

"Shut up."

Diao Yunshang stuffed a piece of steamed bun into Lü Bu's mouth, hoping to make this ancestor, who was not very proper in front of her, behave himself.

"Hmph, it's alright as entertainment."

Gilgamesh offered a comment and then signaled for the banquet to continue. Soon, the banquet came to an end.

"I'll bring Cú Chulainn tomorrow afternoon. Musashi might be interested too. Besides Lü Bu, do you also have Zhang Liao and Red Hare want to spar?"

Xia Yan thought that Diao Yunshang's side consisted of military generals, and if they were to enjoy watching Lu Bu fight, they might also want to spar. Repeatedly arranging battles would be too troublesome, so he decided to simply satisfy them all at once.

Diao Yunshang scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Um... I'll go back and ask them."

"Alright. If they also want to spar, let's do it together tomorrow."

"it is good."

"Huh? We can add more people? I want to join too!"

Upon hearing that more people could be added, Quetzal excitedly raised his hand.

Feng Yan said helplessly, "I'll add Quetzal to my side too, and maybe even a leopard man."

"Then I'll bring Uesugi along too, I guess she'll want to have some fun too."

Lan Muyan thought about his servants and figured that only this one had some martial arts fanaticism.

The following day, a competition almost equivalent to a team-building event for the "Lighthouse" was held in Uruk.

The outcome wasn't important; what mattered was that the four of them, along with their respective Servants, enjoyed a wonderful day together.

"It's a pity Xiao Shi can't come. There are so many handsome knights there."

As a fellow female member, Diao Yunshang still misses Linghu Shi very much.

"There's no way around it. The only trial worlds we can return to are those we've personally participated in and passed. We can only hope that fate will bring us together again in the future."

Although Linghu Shi couldn't join this sparring session, Xia Yan and the others still told her about the "team building activity."

Linghu Shi wasn't too disappointed; he merely expressed his regret.

In the following days, Xia Yan had nothing urgent to do, so he spent his time with his Servants.

Just five minutes before the next trial was about to begin, Morgan, who had barely left his room these past few days except to eat, finally returned to Xia Yan's side and hung a sapphire necklace inlaid with a heart shape around Xia Yan's neck.

"What is this?" Xia Yan asked curiously.

"Our token of love."

Morgan's lips curled up slightly.

Xia Yan naturally didn't think that Morgan had gone to so much trouble just to give him an ordinary sapphire necklace, but seeing that Morgan didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, he didn't press the matter further.

The information box suddenly popped up, and Xia Yan's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Previously, before each trial, a pop-up message box would ask Xia Yan to choose the lineup of Servants to accompany him, but this time it was different.

The information box did not offer Xia Yan any options; it only displayed one follower—Morgan.

Above Morgan's portrait is a crown-shaped icon, but there is no other information.

Xia Yan, Morgan, and the other Servants around them all saw the message box, but no one spoke up.

Logically speaking, the information box shouldn't give useless information. Does this mean my next trial is in the fairy kingdom of Britain?

With this question in mind, a light of spiritual particle transfer appeared before Xia Yan.