Chapter 251: Major Event

Black Tower looked at A Xing's simple logic of "clear division of labor, efficiency above all" and suddenly found it a bit… funny.

This clone's way of thinking is downright adorably straightforward.

(Smart? Capable in combat? Ha, although its power is limited, when it comes to "smart", no one in this low‑Magic world can claim first place before me.)

She crossed her arms and surveyed the shabby temporary base.

"Cooperation is possible."

Black Tower's voice returned to its usual style, "However, first, I don't want to stay in this dirty, stinky place. Second, I need to understand this world's Magic system, Servant rules, and current information on other Masters and Servants— the more detailed, the better. Finally…"

She looked at A Xing, a flash of sharpness flashing in her violet eyes:

"Tell me, who had you summon me? Or rather, who arranged this… interesting encounter?"

A Xing looked at Black Tower and blinked.

(Black Curtain Lady's instruction: Speak less, listen more, act according to the situation, don't expose yourself, admit you're a clone if necessary.)

She thought for a moment and decided to be partially honest.

"I, A Xing. Xing's clone."

Her voice steady, "The summoning was an accident. I don't know who arranged it."

She wasn't lying.

The summoning truly was an accident; who arranged it? She really didn't know.

Black Tower stared at A Xing for a few seconds, apparently judging the truth of her words.

(Clone… accidental summoning… doesn't know who arranged…)

(Either she's telling the truth, or her disguise and mental fortitude are so good that even I can't see through them for now.)

(Forget it, current intel insufficient, observe first.)

Black Tower let out a soft hum, temporarily accepting the explanation.

"A Xing, is that so?"

She whispered the name, tone ambiguous, "Fine. Then, A Xing, our first step now is to leave this damned place and find a somewhat valuable base."

A Xing nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Black Tower suddenly sensed something.

She turned her head toward a direction in the room— it was a wall, yet her gaze seemed to pierce through it, seeing far away.

"Oh? Interesting."

A playful smile tugged at Black Tower's mouth, "Someone's already on the move… Magic fluctuations, Servant aura… to the northwest, about three kilometers."

Xianzhou Luofu · an unremarkable cargo warehouse district

Kafuka stood in the shadows of mountain‑high stacked containers, the hem of her dark‑red coat unmoving.

She had just finished reading the encrypted message from an unknown channel on her personal terminal.

【Processed.】

Just three characters.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered on Kafuka's beautiful face.

She turned off the screen and faced the silver‑haired girl leaning against a container, intently licking a rainbow‑colored lollipop.

"Let's go, Yinlang."

Kafuka's voice remained lazily calm as always, yet with undeniable authority, "Don't let Xing and the others wait too long."

Yinlang lifted his head from the game, blinking the eyes mostly covered by a visor, mumbling, "Um… done? Did that woman reply?"

"She replied with a sentence."

Kafuka stepped forward, her high heels striking the metal floor with crisp, regular clicks, "But that's enough. She admits interference and hints at controlling influence. As for details… she won't say, and we needn't ask. The Script's key Node hasn't deviated, so that's fine."

Yinlang shrugged, crushing the lollipop, producing a "crack" sound.

She waved her hand in the air a few times, pale‑blue data streams flickered, and the recordings of several nearby surveillance probes were silently overlaid with looping footage.

"Fine, anyway it's your call."

But Kafuka, who was leading, suddenly halted.

"What's wrong?" Yinlang behind asked, puzzled.

Kafuka's complexion turned a bit sour.

Huan Long, disappear!

Luofu · tea house · private room

This is a tea house on the edge of the commercial district, a quiet spot amid the bustle.

The decor is typical Xianzhou antique elegance, wooden lattice windows intricately carved, the interior burning a light calming incense, and the private room by the window offers a view of carefully tended bamboo clumps and a pond of ornamental koi in the courtyard below.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the private room was far from the "Calm" suggested by the surroundings.

Around the round table, three people sat opposite each other.

Bai Hang sat on the window side, still dressed in a crisp traveling merchant outfit, but the round‑framed black sunglasses remained on indoors, covering her bright blue eyes— her most important disguise at present.

She sat upright, hands on her knees, maintaining a slightly restrained smile, appearing as a diligent junior listening seriously.

Opposite her, Jing Liu sat quietly.

Former Sword Leader, not wearing armor today, wore simple everyday clothes, making her posture even more upright and cold.

The black Eye Mask covered the eyes that once terrified countless foes, yet now made her expression even harder to read.

She held a cup of clear tea, fingertips unconsciously rubbing the warm rim; seemingly casual, but the faint yet sharp aura around her seemed to make the air in the private room thicken slightly.

Sitting beside Bai Hang, nearer the entrance, was Sai Fei Er.

The cat‑ear girl was now eagerly surveying the furnishings of the private room.

Her smooth silver‑white short hair glimmered faintly in the soft light filtering through the lattice, and the fluffy cat ears atop her head twitched lightly out of curiosity.

She wore light black attire, and the golden thigh‑high boots gave her a touch of crispness amid her playfulness.

"Yesterday's matter, it was Jing Liu who was abrupt."

Jing Liu finally spoke, his voice cold as jade striking stone, showing little remorse, more like a plain statement, "I acted without asking the reason and tested, inadvertently injuring Miss Sai Fei Er; please forgive me."

As she spoke, her gaze seemed to pass through the black Eye Mask, landing on Sai Fei Er— or rather, on Sai Fei Er's side, that is, Bai Hang's position.

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine~"

Sai Fei Er waved a hand, her cat Tail swaying leisurely behind her, her blue eyes curving into crescents, her smile bright and unclouded, "Just a minor scratch, already healed! Jing Liu, you're too polite! But…"

She shifted her tone, naturally leaning toward Bai Hang, almost touching his arm, her voice tinged with a coquettish complaint, "Bai Xing too, yesterday when she saw me injured, she got so nervous, insisted on holding me for a long check, even said 'Next time don't be so reckless'… She was the one who got scared first, after all~"

Bai Hang: "……"

(When did I nervously check for so long?)

She muttered inwardly, but her smile remained, even echoing Sai Fei Er's words, shaking her head with a hint of helplessness, her tone gentle: "After all, she's a friend I invited; if she gets hurt because of me, I can't help feeling sorry."

To Jing Liu, it was clearly Bai Hang's unabashed concern and care for Sai Fei Er.

Her fingers gripping the teacup tightened ever so slightly for a moment.

"Miss Bai Xing and Miss Sai Fei Er seem quite familiar," Jing Liu asked in a flat tone, as if merely mentioning it.

"It's fine, it's fine~"

Sai Fei Er answered before Bai Hang could, her cat ears twitching happily, "Bai Xing and I clicked at first sight! She's kind, her pastries are delicious, and she tells many interesting stories~"

Bai Hang: "……"

(Sai Fei Er! Keep it down! Can't you see the cold aura around Jing Liu is about to solidify?!)

She quickly gave Sai Fei Er a light kick under the table, her smile a bit stiff: "Miss Sai Fei Er… has a lively personality, loves jokes. Lord Jing Liu, please don't mind."

Jing Liu looked toward Bai Hang's direction, his brows furrowing beneath the Eye Mask.

(The action under the table…?)

(This Sai Fei Er, her words flippant, demeanor casual, calls Bai Xing overly intimately… and Bai Xing seems rather indulgent toward her, even somewhat… accommodating?)

A gradually clear conjecture formed in Jing Liu's mind: this mysterious, powerful cat‑ear girl's relationship with Bai Xing was likely more than just "friends." And Bai Xing's protection of her seemed more like a compromise?

(Could it be… that Sai Fei Er used some means to coerce Bai Xing?)

That thought, at once, turned the vague displeasure Jing Liu felt from Sai Fei Er's closeness to Bai Xing into alertness and a hint of… anger.