My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

So, the god who claimed his creed was wisdom was actually the Lich King Ner'zhul! Hmph, perfect, killing two birds with one stone.

After speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka attacked again, and Mordred followed closely after a moment's thought.

"Ner'zhul, damn it, Ner'zhul, attack!"

With the combined efforts of the Martial Emperor and Red King, Ner'zhul quickly fell into a state of severe injury.

"You forced me to do this!"

At this moment, Ner'zhul gritted his teeth and spoke in an unfriendly tone. The next moment, a surge of energy erupted from Ner'zhul, directly forcing the two attackers back.

Chapter 856: Please turn on your microphone to communicate

"Is this the Little Lucky Grass King's ultimate move? Let me test it out first!"

Mordred was about to make the first move when Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly said, "Wait, the Little Lucky Grass King is the Lord of Calamities and the Lich King. His lifespan far exceeds that of humans, and his foundation is absolutely unfathomable."

Let me test this with my inner energy first—well, the kind of magic similar to that of my world.

After speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka began to probe, but the next moment Ner'zhul's voice disappeared without a trace: "Farewell. I will remember the grudge that you ganged up on me, Ner'zhul, today, and I will repay you in the future!"

The two were stunned as Ner'zhul fled, but it was clear that they could not stop him now. Ner'zhul had no idea where he had slipped away through the spatial tunnel.

After the Chaldea group reunited, Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly revealed what had just happened, while the doctor on the screen said with deep concern, "If Little Lucky Grass King recovers, then things will be terrible."

Hearing this, the director, who was initially heartbroken about her magic circuits, forced herself to cheer up and, looking at the people around her, said:

"I did completely collapse while trying to unleash those magic circuits that damaged me, but I gained more than just power from that wizard. Wait a minute, I'll try to assimilate Solomon's wisdom."

After saying this, the director closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she said with certainty, "I've found a way!"

"Huh, what is it?"

The doctor asked curiously, "Doctor, with your Solomon-like wisdom, can you even come up with a method that you yourself don't know?"

"Immediately bring 100 million to invite the Middle Eastern emperor Tokiomi Tohsaka. If Tokiomi Tohsaka takes action, the Little Lucky Grass King will be a piece of cake!"

The director waved his right hand forward, a confident smile appearing on his lips. He was the director of Chaldea; anyone could be pessimistic, but he couldn't.

In the real world, upon hearing the director's words, Rin Tohsaka's pupils constricted slightly in surprise as she muttered to herself, "Eh? Father, is Father really the Middle Eastern emperor?"

Rin Tohsaka suddenly remembered a movie she had seen before. She had thought that it was just a special historical development, and that the Middle Eastern emperors were just products of that history.

But, but the Chaldea director on the screen said that name, right?

Middle Eastern emperors... Although this term doesn't seem to fit my father's image, its appearance must have a reason.

Perhaps my father secretly orchestrated the coronation of emperors in the Middle East without my mother's or my knowledge!

"Cough, cough cough cough, what the hell is this Middle Eastern emperor? And why is the Middle Eastern emperor the head of the Tohsaka family? In this situation, let alone an emperor, even if all the residents of the Middle East attacked together, it wouldn't make a difference."

Looking at the screen, the doctor had a look of utter disbelief. He couldn't understand why his intelligence had given the director this answer.

On and off screen, the two doctors felt almost identical at this moment.

Looking at the director in front of him, Romani showed a somewhat subtle expression. At this moment, he wondered if the director was hallucinating because of the shock of the magic circuit being destroyed.

How could such an absurd result occur based on my own insights?

After considering his words, the doctor addressed the director:

"The power of warlords seems to be of little use in this situation, and even if we bring them over to transport troops, we can't do anything about it. Director, aren't you under too much pressure? You should take a good rest now."

Upon hearing this, Mordred nodded: "How could a mere hundred million possibly invite someone capable of defeating the Little Lucky Grass King? Even if that entity is some kind of Golden List, it's still the same."

Upon hearing this, the director smiled slightly: "It's not one hundred million gold coins, but one hundred million holy crystals!"

Upon hearing this, the doctor and Fujimaru Ritsuka exchanged a glance. It was over; the director had completely gone mad.

One hundred million Saint Quartz? Good heavens, is one hundred million Saint Quartz something Chaldea could possibly produce?

Let alone 100 million, I've never seen more than three Saint Quartz in Chaldea.

The doctor looked at the director and said in a complicated tone, "Director, we don't have that many Saint Quartz in Chaldea."

The director was completely unaware that the doctor suspected he might be suffering from delusions due to the traumatic reality he was experiencing.

Looking at the doctor, the director smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I never said Chaldea would pay for this. It's time to open the little treasure trove where the money is hidden."

hiss.

Upon hearing this, the doctor gasped. Good heavens, is this the world of the aristocracy in this era?

One hundred million Saint Quartz! There might not even be one hundred million Saint Quartz on Earth. How could the director possibly have a way to get it?

Wait, no, how could this be possible? A hundred million is definitely just wishful thinking on the part of the director. Oh no, the director has been so devastated that he's already fantasizing about building a little treasury.

"Director, even a monarch doesn't have that many Saint Crystals!"

Seeing this, the doctor quickly spoke up, but upon hearing this, the director shook his head: "Compared to the monarch, there are so many holy crystals."

That monarch was so rich? If I changed my name and identity and started robbing, would I still have a chance?

Mordred's feelings were somewhat complicated upon hearing the director's answer.

In the country he rules, the amount of holy crystals in his national treasury probably doesn't even reach seven figures, let alone hundreds of millions.

“The monarch of the Clock Tower isn’t that rich, but there are monarchs this rich in this world. Ritsuka, Roman, it’s urgent, let’s go dig up Solomon’s grave.”

At this moment, the director glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka and said that, according to the information he had obtained from Solomon's wisdom, that place was actually very dangerous.

Given Mashu's strength, going to that graveyard would be too dangerous. She and Fujimaru Ritsuka are enough to protect themselves; bringing Mashu along would only make things more complicated.

?

In reality, watching what just happened on the screen, the doctor felt he could only type a question mark.

This is truly a wonderful surprise! It turns out that the very wealthy monarch the director was talking about was me.

However, why are you discussing robbing my tomb with me personally? This is putting me in a difficult position.

The real doctor was feeling a bit conflicted, while the doctor on the screen was about to say something when the director tapped the virtual screen a couple of times, muting the doctor's microphone.

"Well, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. Ritsuka, Romani, next... our destination is Solomon's tomb!"

As the director made this statement, the doctor displayed on the Chaldea virtual screen took out a piece of white paper and quickly wrote a few words: "Please turn on your microphone to communicate."

Chapter 857: Isn't this Diego? Why does he look so sluggish after just a few days?

"Next time for sure, next time for sure."

Upon seeing the doctor's note, the director quickly spoke up, while Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a slightly surprised expression:

"I never imagined I would be so wealthy in this world, but since he's already dead at this point in time, it's a waste to leave all those things in his grave."

"Chief, Doctor, grab your gear, let's go tomb raiding!"

Looking at the excited Dr. Fujimaru Ritsuka, I felt complicated. What was this? Saying I was going to dig up someone else's grave in front of them?

Wait, Fujimaru Ritsuka is also Solomon, oh...

Wait a minute, something's not right. When did I become so rich?

The doctor looked bewildered, and just then Joan of Arc's voice rang out: "I have contacted that Middle Eastern emperor through the power granted by the restraint force and told him your needs and reward. He is very interested in one hundred million holy crystals."

Unfortunately, the situation in the Middle East is special. I heard that a powerful being with the ability to create life has appeared in the country ruled by Tokiomi Tohsaka.

That powerful figure has assembled a small team and is attempting to overthrow the rule of Tokiomi Tohsaka, the emperor of the Middle East.

As soon as Joan of Arc finished speaking, a voice rang out: "Saying that dealing with the rebellion is just an escape. What does a small group of rebels have to do with him, a Middle Eastern emperor?"

That small team was probably no threat to his rule; he simply didn't want to get involved in Solomon's grand plan.

"Who?"

Upon hearing this sound, everyone on the scene became alert, and the next moment, the Syrian flag appeared before their eyes.

At this moment, a man who looked similar to DIO before he became human, with three letters hanging on his front, emerged from the Syrian flag in a strange posture.

“My name is Diego Brando, I am 20 years old, I live in a bridge hole in San Diego Beach, and I am not married.”

I work under Lord Valentine. I don't go to work unless the boss comes to inspect me. I don't smoke, and I only drink a little alcohol. I can sleep whenever I want, and I need to sleep 12 hours a day..."

Diego, who appeared in the Syrian flag, said this, and the director, upon hearing this, frowned and said bluntly:

"What are you talking about? There's no need to introduce yourself in such detail. I'm not here to recruit employees for Chaldea."

"And you're not like Romani, who occasionally slacks off; you're just coasting through, waiting for the workday to end. Chaldea won't want you. It's a miracle you weren't fired by Valentine for your work attitude."

Meanwhile, in the real world, somewhere in the movie theater, Araki-sou, Yoshikage Kira's expression was somewhat subtle.

Diego, why are you using my tone and my lines? Doesn't your Araki Manor have any lines of your own?

"You live under the bridge in San Diego Beach? Diego, you've gotten so sluggish in just a few days?"

Diavolo said casually, while Kira Yoshikage suddenly realized something else: "Why is there an archway on the beach? Is there a bridge over the sea near San Diego?"

"Diego, you're fired."

Upon hearing Diego's words on the screen, Valentine immediately responded.

If this habit were to spread... the negative impact on the American people would be immeasurable!

"Our relationship was only temporary, so don't talk to me like a boss. Humans are essentially pigeons, and the one who controls the flock is destined to be me, Diego."

You, bound by the state, will eventually be surpassed by me. The first one to pick up a napkin will not be you, Valentine, but me, Diego—that's unshakeable!

As Valentia Diego declared that he would surpass him, Yoshikage Kira shook his head: "Don't you Araki-sou have any lines of your own?"

Even though he had nominally joined Araki-sou, Yoshikage Kira was still unwilling to consider himself a member of Araki-sou.

Humans are creatures that follow the crowd; if you stay here, you'll eventually be influenced by their ideas.

Kira Yoshikage seemed to see himself poking his head with his index finger, shouting, "Your hand is really getting me all hyped!"

No no no.

Kira Yoshikage shook his head, trying to banish the absurd image from his mind. No, Araki-sou was no place for humans; if this continued, he would go crazy sooner or later.

"I believe Lord Valentine is the ruler of this world, and everyone should be his servant!"

Instantly proven wrong.

At this moment, on the screen, Diego suddenly shouted loudly in response to the director's resignation statement, while in the real world, Diego glared and angrily retorted, "Valentine, you bastard, you brainwashed me!"