Shirang and Matthew were in the Chaldean kitchen when they met red a, who had a great impact on themselves. No matter what Shirang was thinking, red a suddenly couldn't calm down.
"What's the matter? In the past, I was attracted by the restraining force. It's completely different. Well, the oppressive force is completely different from me. What has this Weigong Shiro experienced?"
Red a looked at a completely different Shilang and thought of other places for a long time.
Shi Lang saw red a, but he thought of something else.
"Haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if this is me I met at the beginning. Although we don't know each other very well, at least we fought together."
They kept silent, which embarrassed Matthew.
"Mr. Weigong, think carefully. Both of them are surnamed Weigong. Maybe they have something to do with each other, and they still know each other. It's more suspicious for so long."
In fact, both of them could see what Matthew was thinking.
Fortunately, finally out of a person, breaking the silence of the scene.
"Chef, why don't you come here? There are not enough hands."
A cat in a maid's dress? Or a fox? The woman came in.
"Ah, Matthew, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you want to have fun?"
"Long time no see, yuzao cat."
They can see that now is not the time to chat, Hong a said provocatively to Shilang.
"Hum, the guy over there, do you want to help?"
"I can't wait."
Wearing a familiar apron, Shirang felt as if he had returned to the day when he took care of them at the beginning.
"Well, let's start."
After some time
"Oh, very capable, meow."
Shirang and Hong a compete in the kitchen with their ultimate knife and cooking skills.
The main dishes are made without the intervention of yuzao cat and Matthew, and Matthew won't.
Outside the kitchen
"Hmm? Some dishes today taste a little different from before."
The most obvious thing is that sitting on one side, two blondes who are very similar and should be said to be exactly the same, sit in a corner and destroy the food on the table at an elegant and very fast speed.
"This smell!"
The woman in blue said, her eyes full of fluctuations.
"The smell of Shirang."
The woman in black echoed the woman around her and said.
Shi Lang and Hong a are still competing. It is obvious that they do things regardless.
"It's good to keep up with my cooking."
"You too, red A."
After a short break, the two sat in chairs and discussed their differences.
"Well, what you've experienced is more exciting than I expected."
Hong a really didn't think that Shilang's experience was completely different from his own. If he was just confused at the beginning, Shilang would find his goal and work hard to complete it.
"Yes, it's a pity that you're not the person I met, otherwise we can talk."
"It's not a problem."
Hong a stood up and turned his back to Shilang.
"Even if the memory is different, we are still the same person."
"Yes."
Shi Lang left the kitchen and left the red a to continue his efforts alone.
"Mr. Weigong, it's amazing. I can compete with that Mr. Weigong for such superb cooking."
Matthew and Shilang sat in the corner of the canteen. After tasting Shilang's food, Matthew praised Shilang very much.
"Don't call me that, Matthew. It's easy to get confused. You want to call me Shirang like Elizabeth."
"Well, master Shilang."
Matthew smiled at Shirang, and Shirang laughed too.
"Don't say so much. Continue to show me around."
"Yes, master Shilang."
Over there in the kitchen
The two foolish Mao kings who finished today's food intake came to the kitchen and found red a.
"Chef, who made today's dish? Can you show me who it is?"
"If you don't want to."
The foolish king Mao pulled out his weapon.
"Then don't blame us for being rude."
Black fool also pulled out his weapon.
"That man, you'll see him later. You don't have to wait long."
Hong a knows Shi Lang and their fate, and has not been obstructed or disturbed too much.
"Well, we'll come back later. You're ready for dessert."
The two foolish Mao kings left the stunned kitchen duo and left the kitchen.
"Shi Lang, I'll see you soon."
Shilong, who followed Matthew to the summoning room, suddenly shivered as if he were being remembered by someone.
"Hope is a good thing."
Matthew turned to look at the talking Shilong and couldn't help interrupting.
"Master Shilang, here we are."
Matthew pointed to the interior of the room and saw some colorful stone powder on the ground. The magic array on the ground was releasing magic all the time to attract one Royal Lord after another.
However, Shi Lang not only felt the attractive magic in the magic array, but also felt an atmosphere of despair and pain rippling in it.
"This magic array is used to summon our known and unknown heroes to assist our system. We need to use some strange stones to summon heroes."
Shi Lang stroked the magic array, felt the breath of despair inside, and constantly sent some information to Shi Lang.
Some firm and pitiful words that explode again and don't leave without calling out.
"Can I try this?"
Shi Lang also wants to try this legendary magic array that can summon heroes.
"Well, master Shilang, we don't have a lot of stones for the summoning ceremony. We all need our stocks at special points or left in the past to maintain the system, so we don't have much valuable things."
"Moreover, you must have the ability to be called the emperor before you can use this magic array."
Matthew explained to Shirang, hoping to interrupt Shirang's thoughts.
"Well, I think I should also have the ability to be a royal Lord. After all, I used to be a royal Lord."
"That's right. I can't stop you, but senior Shilang, I hope you can collect those stones yourself. After all, I don't have them myself, except senior."
"Well, I know. I'll collect it myself."
Matthew looked at the eager Shilang and knew that he had no way to stop him. He hoped that Shilang would not cry in despair like his predecessors at the beginning.
Some time later, Matthew said goodbye to Shilang because of something. Shilang continued to wander in Chaldea alone.
Shi Lang went to a room and heard a fight inside.
"What is the training room for?"
Shi Lang looked at the door number hanging in the room and went in.
I saw several instruments in front of a dark room, as if they were used to transmit something.
Shi Lang tried more and found that his consciousness was transmitted into the machine, and someone was using it.
On a prairie, a man in a blue tights with a red long gun in his hand was standing in the middle, fighting with another man with two guns in his hand and a thunder mole on his face.
"Oh, someone is coming. He looks very angry. It seems to be a newcomer."
"It doesn't matter. Let's have a fight."
The man in blue picked up his weapon and rushed to Shirang.