It was just that with the ability of the once-forged equipment by the legendary blacksmith to be used, some people who had originally been indifferent to this thing had also once again placed their sights here. There is no wall in this world that is not airtight. The main thing is that someone will always know about the things that happen. And among magi, there is no shortage of information brokers who use this information to survive. Although they were already trying very hard to reduce the number of people who knew about this matter, this place was still a place where winds and clouds gathered.
This mission, for an ordinary magus, or rather, for most of the people who had gathered here, should be an extremely dangerous matter. They could lose their lives at any moment. In fact, because many years ago, Kiritsugu had used firearms to make a name for himself in the world of magi as a "Magus Killer," in these years, during all sorts of gatherings of powerful figures, there would always be some organizations hired by magi. In fact, this situation had also become more and more intense. A magus who went out to do big things without a pair of mercenaries by their side seemed to have no face. Perhaps this could also be considered proof that magi were beginning to adapt to the present era?
This could be considered a good thing for Aslan. After all, as long as it wasn't a saturation attack of the Tsar Bomba level, ordinary bullets and rocket launchers were basically just tickling him. Of course, low-level magic was also nothing to Aslan, whose dragon's blood was becoming more and more concentrated. This was simply Aslan standing in front of these magi and mercenaries, pointing at his own head and saying, "I'm standing right here, you can chop as you please," and this group of people might not even be able to break Aslan's defense.
Speaking of which, every mission, rather than him going to save people, was more often him going to watch a good show. You must know, the weirdos among magi were far more numerous than the weirdos among normal people. The forest is not large, but it has all kinds of birds. If you want to watch a good show, of course you have to watch the magi.
Since he had accepted the mission, then Aslan would naturally finish the job properly. He packed up his various picnic tools, and then directly turned his head and drove his own RV towards his destination. As for the others, who were all in well-equipped cars or driving airplanes and luxury cars, was his one RV a bit out of place? Aslan didn't care. As long as your strength was strong enough to suppress the rumors and gossip from other people's mouths, even if you rode a donkey onto the battlefield, there would still be people who would congratulate your donkey on being so heroic and dashing.
More or less, some people had already guessed the relationship between Aslan and Chaldea. After all, it wasn't the first time some mercenary groups had met Aslan. Some magi would occasionally show up in Antarctica. Combining these clues, there were still a small number of smart people who knew what the current situation was. But it was precisely because they were smart that they would not tell this information to others. In the eyes of some people, even a strong person like Aslan could be used. As long as a little bit of scheming was involved, they should be able to treat Aslan as a turret that was set up there and could attack any existence. As long as they didn't go too far, they probably wouldn't be targeted, right? After all, how could a strong person care about an ant?
Of course, to want to scheme against Aslan was not such an easy matter. After all, Aslan had always been elusive. To want to treat him as a usable weapon, one could only make plans on the spot when they saw him. If one had no confidence, a rash action would only make Aslan hold a grudge. Therefore, there were not many people who really dared to do so.
In a high-tech city, there was not much of its own, nor were there so many flower seas and forests of the countryside. One after another, skyscrapers reflecting the neon lights and streetlights stood here. One after another, cars sped on the road, creating streaks of light. The unique scenery of the technological era was on full display here.
It had to be said that this was indeed a very attractive scenery. It was just that a young boy in a room, who was currently tapping on a computer keyboard, did not think so. Under this stream of light, there were also many hidden killing intents. For example, on the roof of a tall building not far away, there was a killer with a firearm in his hand, staring at the fake room he had set up.
"Decoy No. 4 has been exposed. The killer is at your 13:00 direction. Do you need me to make a move?"
Hearing the voice of his companion from the earpiece, the young man sitting in front of the computer desk frowned. That decoy had only been set up not long ago and had already been discovered. This was somewhat beyond his expectations. It could also be said that the existence that was secretly chasing him this time, that had set its sights on him, was of no small strength. Money and power were also strength. This time, it was a little troublesome. But no matter what, he had to live. It wasn't easy for him to have gotten in touch with that world. It wasn't easy to have found the news that his own little sister might still be alive... Even if she wasn't his biological sister, she was the only one who had a relationship with him. He, as a brother, had to bear the responsibility of being one, right? Although his own little sister might not need him, that was a separate matter from whether he did it or not.
So no matter what, he had to live. He absolutely could not lose to these existences that had set their sights on him!
At this thought, the boy narrowed his eyes. A cold glint and a hint of red light flashed in his purple eyes. The data on the computer appeared so strange under the reflection of his pupils, yet was filled with a wondrous charm.
On the tall building, he was staring deadly at the room that was called a decoy. He had not noticed that behind him, a camera that he had already interfered with had once again aimed at him. The interfered fake image had also turned back to normal. It was like an eye was staring deadly at him.
And on the young boy's computer screen, the image captured by this camera also appeared.
"You don't need to make a move for now. To be on the safe side, it's better to secretly take care of this guy. But those little gadgets also cost me a lot of money. Can Antarctica reimburse me for them?"
Marisbury didn't know that the boy genius he was just preparing to recruit was already thinking about how to get reimbursed for his research expenses. Would he feel regret? After all, the current Chaldea was still in a state of insufficient funds. The current Marisbury, whenever he encountered someone asking him for money, would tremble all over, and then his hands would instinctively shake. In fact, without any warning, he would even show signs of fever and dizziness. That's right, this director, in order to avoid people coming to him for funds, could now achieve a state of showing fake symptoms anytime, anywhere.