Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 73 You want me to be a yellow-haired guy in front of him? It's really exciting
"Alice, Claude, are you there? I brought a 'big shot' back to visit."
As the door unlocked, Miss Jerusalem announced to her companion in a cheerful tone, then opened the door and made a "please" gesture to Mason who was smiling behind her.
As a result, there were quite a few people in the house.
It wasn't just the three-person team codenamed "Final Fantasy". Many other familiar ronin were also gathering here. It was like a small lively banquet. However, when Mason showed up, the room suddenly became quiet.
"Hello everyone."
Mason raised his hand and waved to the people in front of him, introducing himself:
"I'm Mason Cooper, the captain of Team K, a personal friend of the wizard, and also a half-'ronin'."
"There's no such thing as 'half'!"
A lively voice rang out from the room. Under Mason's surprised gaze, a large turtle wearing a purple ninja eye mask jumped up, raised the wine glass in his hand and cheered:
"Ha, a real big shot has come to our little den of wanderers, why don't you welcome him quickly! Pay the highest respect to our rebel leader!
I'll drink this glass of wine, you can enjoy it as you like."
"You're drunk, bastard, come down and stop embarrassing yourself."
The other three turtles quickly reached out and grabbed the disgraceful creature and pulled it back to the table.
But with the incident of this reckless guy, the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room was eased. Under the leadership of Miss Tifa, Mason sat down with these elite wanderers to drink and chat.
There weren't many of them. Apart from the Jerusalem trio and the four turtles, there was only a guy in a windbreaker drinking with several ladies of different styles.
Hey, isn't this Mr. Li Sanguang and Miss Ada Wang? You two are here with your family too?
These tables were obviously small groups composed of people who knew each other. According to the information Mason had obtained in the next ten minutes, there were many elite groups like this among the Ronin, and the newly appointed wizard relied on his own prestige to recruit more than fifty groups in one go to make up for the losses of the Star Society pioneers.
They are "specially invited elites" so it is naturally impossible for them to start as E-level members.
These guys are now at least C-level. Before Mason came, they were discussing how to complete the Star Society's pioneering mission without violating their own principles.
Mason has the most say in this area.
He began to teach his "new friends" some "little tips for pioneering", such as how to exploit loopholes in the Star Club's rules and how to deal with inspections and questioning from superiors.
His words and deeds left the group of people around him stunned.
Good fellow, our means of resisting the Star Society is nothing more than secretly assisting the resistance in various worlds, but you directly infiltrated the Star Society and sneaked all the way to such a high position.
It is a blessing for the stars to have a senior executive like you.
After three rounds of drinks, at the suggestion of Miss Tifa, the yellow-haired Claude took the initiative to invite Mason to his weapons room. This guy was a melancholy and taciturn person, but his yellow hair was indeed a classic image.
"I just saw Miss Alice busy in the kitchen. I thought I was seeing things last time."
Mason lit a cigarette, leaned against the door of the weapons room, and said to the "male owner" who was opening the vehicle in front of him:
"So, you were forced into exile without completing that fateful battle with Sephiroth?"
"No, we executed him."
Claude said without turning his head:
"Alice was able to return from death thanks to the help of the wizard. I will never be able to repay his kindness to us in my lifetime."
"So you agreed to join the Star Club in order to repay a favor?"
Mason blew out a smoke ring and asked:
"Don't you, the famous greatsword ranger, have any opinions about this era?
In fact, I have heard some gossip from friends while traveling through the worlds. The three of you are very active in some worlds and have even been included in the conqueror's bounty list.
I think that simple kindness is not enough for you to achieve this point, right?"
His question made the yellow-haired Claude hesitate.
A few seconds later, as the engine started, the lights of the heavy black futuristic motorcycle placed in the weapons room lit up, dispelling the darkness, and he whispered:
"We did have ideas, but we didn't know how to act. We could only do what we could. To be honest, Mr. Mason, I know the whole process of the warlock's death.
Compared with what you are doing, we are just a small fry.
Perhaps we should learn from you.”
"Don't be so polite. I'm much younger than you three. To be honest, I should probably call you uncle."
Mason chuckled, stepped forward and touched the battle-scarred heavy motorcycle. Without Claude's introduction, he took out the engineering tools and easily removed the vehicle's outer armor, saying:
"Did you make this 'Fenrir' yourself? I have a Fenrir too."
"I have heard of it."
Claude said:
"I have a friend who participated in that war. He told me that your power armor killed many cleaners. As for my car, it was just modified by me when I was young, and it contains my weapons.
But it was damaged in the last battle with the Cleaner Swarm."
"I noticed that."
Mason used the equipment he carried with him to hack into the control system of the motorcycle. When he opened the weapons bay, he saw six special weapons that were severely damaged.
This should be considered as an engineering weapon.
A heavy main frame sword, three main swords of different lengths, and two uniquely shaped secondary swords, combined together with gears and mechanism structures, is a destructive sword that requires special skills to wield.
Mason touched this unique weapon with his fingers, thinking about how to repair and improve it. With his Lv10 engineering skills, he finalized the plan in a few seconds, took out the materials, smelted them, and started to work.
Claude is a very senior member of the Ronin. He has traveled to many worlds and has a broad vision. When he saw Mason constantly taking out various materials that looked very expensive to help him repair his weapons, the Greatsword Ranger quickly revealed an embarrassed expression of being short of money.
He even began to wonder if Mason was trying to bribe him in this way?
Just those few pieces of vibranium ore were enough to hire him to do many things. As a non-regular ronin mercenary, he was not really rich.
“I talked to the wizard before, and he told me that the wanderers will cheer for me, but if I want to win their hearts, one victory is far from enough.
But I don’t have much contact with Ronin. To be precise, this is the first time I have had private contact with you since I joined the Star Society.”
Mason asked as he used an engineering wrench to repair the main frame of the Fenrir Six-Type in front of him:
"It was a lucky accident that I met Miss Tifa today. I would like to take this opportunity to ask you, Claude, what kind of reward do you need in order to fight for my cause?"
"For me personally, maybe peace."
The yellow-haired ranger leaned against the door with his arms folded and said softly:
“But the ronin community is very complex, with all kinds of people. If we want to come up with a concept that can unite everyone, then maybe we should use hope or... ideals?
A vision of something wonderful that will exist in the future."
"You could be more direct."
Mason glanced at him and said:
"You are actually waiting, right? Waiting to see if there will be a miracle in this impact? You pin your hopes on others to bring you a miracle, but you don't believe that you can create a future that belongs to everyone with your own hands."
"You are joking."
Claude smiled.
That smile was full of helplessness.
He glanced at the lively banquet outside and said softly:
"In this era, for people like us who have no place to belong, just being able to survive is already exhausting. We all need to do our best to resist the invasion of the dark creatures.
Not everyone can achieve the same success as you. Just like when faced with the call of the Star Society, no matter how unwilling we are, we can only brand this devil's tattoo on our arms.
Peace cannot be achieved through ideals alone.
Our former enemy Sephiroth was a terrible person, but he did teach me these things. "
"Okay, okay, I shouldn't talk about such heavy topics with a friend I just met."
Mason shook his head, and a few seconds later there was a mechanical sound and the humming of swords. Claude turned around in surprise and saw Mason swinging the heavy main frame sword.
In the adsorption of the special magnetic field structure, the other five knives were pulled to their respective positions one after another, and then completely closed into a black silver-bladed destructive sword with a flick of the wrist.
"After the restoration, it has become a legendary quality, not bad, let's try it."
He threw the heavy weapon to Claude, who took it and felt that his weapon had been reborn. He also heard Mason say as if he was introducing a product:
"The vibranium frame was added with magnetic field constraints, and the main bodies of the five swords were repaired with celestial steel. They were also plated with adamantium. When necessary, the magnetic field can be activated to adjust the trajectory of the blades.
I don't have such a small energy source, so I can only guarantee excellent killing within a range of 100 meters.
The good news is that I have inscribed them all, and now this knife can hurt spirits.
But remember to maintain it after each use, either with special sword oil or the enemy's blood. I have added a bloodthirsty inscription to it, which can absorb the enemy's vitality to heal you when necessary."
"Thank you so much."
Claude carried Fenrir Six-style on his back and bowed to Mason with great respect. Then he saw Mason busy on his heavy motorcycle, who said to him:
"This car has great potential, but your modification skills are a bit poor. Now help me find some power units so I can do some professional modifications on this cutie to make it more 'beautiful'."
"oh."
The Great Sword Ranger responded and turned to go out to find something, but then he heard Mason say in a teasing tone:
"These services are free, so you don't have to worry about taking on a heavy loan. This will cause me to ask you to do something strange. Just consider it as a token of my appreciation for meeting my childhood idol, Ms. Tifa.
But, Claude, remember what I just said?
I hope to create a miracle for everyone in this impact, but there are some things that not only I can do, you can do it too, and some things you have to do with your own hands.
There was no chance before.
But now the top leaders of the Star Club are all our people!
There is no need to be afraid or to retreat, and there is no need to have any psychological burden. This is not just my career. When the opportunity arises, I hope to see you on the battlefield."
Amid the sounds of engineering equipment being disassembled, Mason said :
"You don't have to answer me right now. Actions instead of words are always more impressive. By the way, you three should be the top fighters among the Ronin, right?"
"We? No, we're not even close."
Claude shook his head and said:
"There are many hidden talents among the ronin community. Even the wizard doesn't dare to claim that he is the strongest ronin. As far as I know, there is a guy wandering around in various worlds who can knock me down with one hand.
It’s just that I haven’t seen that half-demon for a long time. If I have the chance to see him again, I will also tell him what you said tonight. Such a powerful guy.”
Mason couldn't help but feel curious as he watched Claude leave.
Tsk, who is this guy that Claude thinks so highly of? Wait, did he just say half-demon? Hiss... can't it be that guy!
If that’s the case, then it may be possible to imitate the Yama Sword one day?
Ertong and Damian are ecstatic!
…
"I invited you to attend the ceremony! But you sent a water branch to the stage, and you came to repair motorcycles for the young people? This is not respecting me, the new Grand Master, at all, right?"
A few hours later, on the top floor of Star Castle, in the wizard's office, old Shazam sat in a chair and scolded Mason who had returned drunk.
He held the teacup and glanced at Mason, then said in a long voice:
"That's right. How can chatting with an old man like me be as enjoyable as spending time with lovely people like Miss Tifa and Miss Alice? If I didn't know what kind of person you are, Mason, I would have suspected that you would act like a yellow-haired guy in front of Huangmao today."
"Oh, you're really up to date. You even know this stupid joke about Huang Mao."
Mason laughed and played with the Ultimate Eraser-style resurrection lighter signed by Miss Jerusalem in his hand. He then took out an exquisite wooden box from his bag and placed it on the desk of the chattering old Shazam.
The old man glanced at him and opened the wooden box.
Twelve talismans with different patterns were neatly stacked inside, but unlike the originals, the dark magic shrouding them could be clearly sensed without the need to see with the eyes.
The Grand Wizard reached out and picked up a Thunder Pattern Pig Amulet.
Holding it in his hand, he activated the power of "Electric Eyes". Dark lightning burst out from his eyes, turning through complex patterns in the air and accurately hitting the leaves of the potted plants at the door.
He said in surprise:
"The power of the Twelve Talismans has been enhanced? You did not summon the magic of the Holy Lord but instead obtained power from other beings?"
"Yes, this is an upgraded version of the talisman. I'll give it to you as a gift for taking office."
Mason did not explain the source of the power of the Twelve Talismans.
After all, Hei Qiyi was a low-key and famous warrior. He pushed the box of twelve spells to the old wizard and whispered:
"You are the newly appointed Grand Master of Logistics, in charge of the Secret Treasure House of the Star Society. Although most of the good things in it have been taken away by the warlocks before, the materials in it are still astronomical in number.
I'm a bit short of money recently, and I want to get some materials out of the organization's treasure house. It just so happens that Team K has been assigned the responsibility of providing weapons to our colleagues in the Star Society, right?
So please make it easy for me.”
"Are you asking me to abuse my power for personal gain?"
Old Shazam rolled his eyes and said:
"I just took office and I'm doing this kind of thing. It doesn't feel good, right? What if Lord Fate suddenly wants to send someone to check the accounts? I won't be able to explain it clearly."
"Oh, it's hard to say whether our organization can survive the next three months. Who has the time to care about accounting issues?"
Mason took out another box of spells and pushed it over, persuading:
"Besides, the amount of material resources lost by a warlock after a defeat is astronomical. Isn't this a great opportunity to settle the account? Any bit of what you have now will be enough for me to use for a long time.
We are all family, so don't be so strict about this.
You see, I just repaired the motorcycles and weapons for your direct descendants without asking for any money. Li Sanguang's weapon box has also been modified . I also gave Miss Ada Wang a set of combat uniforms, updated the weapons for the divine turtles, maintained their shells, and engraved inscriptions on them.
This is proof of sincerity.”
More than ten minutes later, Mason stood alone in the material warehouse of the Star Society's Secret Treasure House. In front of him were precious materials from various worlds gathered here.
At this time, in Old Shazam's account book, all the contents contained in these ten warehouses had been damaged.
Alas, financial power has always been a lucrative position, and now the Star Society's purse has opened its arms to Mason, just like a rat that has broken into a rice jar, he has to feast on it.
“That’s the privilege of a winner.”
Mason opened his arms in the warehouse and whispered:
"No wonder everyone dislikes failure. Thank you, Your Excellency the Warlock who is already in heaven. If the great cause is accomplished in the future, I will definitely give you a great credit."
