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Diarmuid, at this moment, was searching for an opponent who would respond to his duel, as requested by his Master, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald.
However, no matter where he turned, he couldn't sense the presence of any other Servants.
But at this moment, Diarmuid felt a gaze.
He saw a man holding a golden-haired girl's hand walking towards him.
"Two people? Could it be a Master and a Servant?
But from the way they're holding hands, they look more like a couple… I don't sense any Servant aura on them either… Tsk, could it be the tear mole acting up again?
Hmm? But the man doesn't look angry?" For a moment, upon seeing the man approach, Diarmuid thought a lot.
When the other party walked in front of him, smiling at him, for some reason, Diarmuid felt like a prey being stared at by a hunter.
"Can I help you?" Diarmuid asked with a frown, seeing the other party blocking his path.
"Sir, you must also be touring Fuyuki City.
One look at you and I can tell you're not a local." The one who stopped Diarmuid was none other than Wang Chong, who wanted to fleece him.
Wang Chong introduced himself, "My name is Li Feiyu, Chinese, and this is Remilia, from Germany.
May I ask which country you are from?"
"???" Jeanne was full of question marks.
Wang Chong's fake name was one thing, but why did her name sound so strange?
She felt like it was associated with something unpleasant, like a little bat or something.
"…" So it was just two tourists in Fuyuki.
It seemed like they met someone from their homeland and wanted to chat.
However, Diarmuid wasn't a particularly aloof person, so he said, "Diarmuid.
Irish."
"Irish, huh… That's quite rare.
But sir, your attire is quite unique… Is that your local style?" Wang Chong asked, feigning surprise.
However, the other party seemed smart enough not to reveal his full name.
"Uh… this…" At this moment, Diarmuid realized that his attire seemed a bit too conspicuous in the crowd.
"It's alright, I understand.
Every place has its own cultural customs, no need to mind.
However… this outfit is indeed a bit too unique, and you seem to be a bit self-conscious about it.
How about this?
There's a saying, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' Since we're both at this large clothing mall, why don't we go together and pick out some suitable clothes?" Wang Chong said enthusiastically.
"This… I'd rather not.
I… I still have some matters to attend to, so I won't trouble you with this." Diarmuid thought that his primary task was to find an opponent, and he couldn't waste time choosing clothes.
"Is that so… No problem, how about we just walk together for a bit?
I've learned a bit about the local customs here, and after hearing about them, I'll have something to share with my family when I go back." Wang Chong waved his hand and walked alongside Diarmuid, while Jeanne silently followed behind.
Diarmuid, helpless, could only let the other party follow him for a certain distance.
Anyway, they weren't far from exiting the mall.
"I heard that Japan places great importance on the Bushido spirit.
Heh heh, I wonder if you know anything about Bushido.
Roughly speaking, in this country's ancient times, there were beings called samurai.
They protected the daimyo, who were the ancient nobles of this country.
And there were also instances of them fighting among themselves.
Usually, it was a one-on-one duel."
Wang Chong rambled on about Japanese Bushido, and Diarmuid, hearing this, became quite interested and asked, "And then?"
"If it's just a simple 1v1 duel, there were similar templates all over the ancient world, nothing special.
But to be called a Bushido duel, rather than a common brawl or duel, it absolutely requires certain rules and etiquette to restrain it."
"For example, before a duel, both parties must wear attire appropriate for the scene.
Japanese people love to emphasize these things.
What clothes, props, weapons—everything has clear requirements.
Only when they are properly dressed and conform to etiquette will they acknowledge the holding of this duel ceremony." Wang Chong spoke eloquently.
Of course, all of the above was Wang Chong just spouting nonsense; it shouldn't be taken seriously.
However, deceiving a Diarmuid was still not a problem.
Didn't he see that the other party was already deep in thought?
"Um, Mr. Li Feiyu, so if one wants to start a duel here in Japan, they must wear etiquette-appropriate clothing, right?" Diarmuid asked.
"That should be the case.
After all, that's what I understand about Japanese culture.
But those are all historical remnants.
It's already the 20th century; who still practices samurai duels?
Now it's a civilized society; even a fight will get you arrested." Wang Chong said, while inwardly thinking, "Hmph, he took the bait after all.
And with that last reminder, you, Diarmuid, should have realized the fundamental reason why no one is coming to find you."
As expected, after hearing this, Diarmuid thought to himself, "When conducting a Holy Grail War in another country's territory, one should still abide by the local rules, such as the attire used for dueling ceremonies. Furthermore... the last sentence just now reminded me. The Holy Grail War cannot be exposed to the public. The more I release my Servant's aura in crowded places, the less likely they are to come over. Because the impact of that would be extremely negative."
"Adding to that, this outfit is indeed a bit too flashy... Oh well, I might as well choose a few suitable clothes." After pondering, Diarmuid said to Wang Chong, "Mr. Li Feiyu, what do you think a Japanese samurai of the past would wear?"
"Oh? You're interested in Bushido, are you? Perfect, why don't we go shopping? I remember seeing a few vintage stores just now. For clothes, you only know if they fit well after trying them on."
"Thank you for your trouble," Diarmuid said politely.
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So the three began trying on various clothes, including traditional Japanese samurai attire, swordsman outfits, and yukata. In addition, Wang Chong specifically took a liking to a beach outfit. If he remembered correctly, this was a casual outfit that a certain blue Lancer liked to wear when fishing. It was just right for Diarmuid, who was also a Lancer.
Of course, there was a small interlude during this time: the person who supplied magical energy to Diarmuid appeared. No, it wasn't Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, but a decisive-looking woman named Sola.
Sola eyed Wang Chong and Jeanne warily, her tone quite unfriendly. "Who are you? What do you intend to do by bringing Mr. Diarmuid here?"
After all, two foreign travelers suddenly appeared, wandering around with Lancer, and their enthusiasm was somewhat strange. It was hard to determine if they had ulterior motives; perhaps they were Holy Grail competitors aiming to do something illicit to Lancer.
"You are a beautiful lady, are you Mr. Diarmuid's wife? We are recommending suitable clothing for Mr. Diarmuid, and since you are here, Madam, why don't you also take a look and see if this outfit suits Mr. Diarmuid?" Wang Chong asked politely, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Eh... wi... wife?" Sola's face flushed upon hearing these words, and her expression naturally fell into Wang Chong's eyes.
"Wait, Mr. Li Feiyu, she's not..." Diarmuid clearly didn't want to be misunderstood in this way. He knew he had made such a mistake in the past, and after being summoned as a Heroic Spirit, his wish was to faithfully fulfill his duty and be loyal to his lord. He never wanted to experience snatching his lord's wife again.
"Alright, Mr. Diarmuid, he was just making a polite joke, don't react so strongly... Mr. Li, is it? You are too kind. Mr. Diarmuid and I haven't reached that stage yet. I was just concerned about Mr. Diarmuid. You two clearly seem kind and sincere; I was overthinking it." Sola's words immediately lost their aggressiveness, and she spoke with a spring-like smile.
It was just as he expected; Sola was already willingly seduced by Diarmuid's tear mole, falling in love with this Servant. How does that saying go? Girls in love usually don't have much sense. Therefore, Wang Chong's subsequent words catered to her preferences, focusing on the two of them, and directly pulled Sola into the team helping Diarmuid change his attire.
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"Um, it's not good for us to just freeload on their clothes, is it?" After leaving the mall, Jeanne looked at the various bags and couldn't help but say. Clearly, Wang Chong's words throughout the process made Sola very pleased and enjoyed, because the two sides got along very happily, and because of this, Sola generously paid for Wang Chong and their clothes.
"It's just a small amount of money. For mages like us, it's not even a fraction. Just consider it my hard-earned commission for all the talking I did," Wang Chong said with a smile.
"Ding—Congratulations to the Host for successfully tricking Sola and Diarmuid into spending money on these clothes, rewarding 50 Villain Points. Ding—Congratulations to the Host for successfully instigating discord between Diarmuid and Kenneth, Kenneth's ill will towards Diarmuid has increased, rewarding 100 Villain Points. Current Villain Points: 3000!"
"Good heavens, could it be that Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald saw all of that? You really can endure it, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald," Wang Chong couldn't help but say after hearing the system's reward notification.
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