The young Taoist Zhang Haoming, setting down the now-empty wonton bowl, said to the maid beside him, "Sister, another bowl, please."
Then he turned to William and Lin Zhan and said,
"Brother William, we'll have the barbecue later, and my elder brother will treat you then. For now, let's focus on business."
William nodded and said,
"That sounds great. Make sure to get me some grilled lamb kidneys then, and that special wine my elder brother brought back last time."
Lancelot, seeing that the disreputable prince had finally stopped talking, turned to Lin Zhan and said,
"Young friend Lin, could you introduce us to Old Ancestor Da Yu and arrange a meeting? This matter can only be properly resolved if we approach the old ancestors."
Lin Zhan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Mr. Lancelot, I believe you know that the blood race is composed of thirteen clans. Nikola is merely the Blood Emperor of one clan, and each Blood Prince possesses the strength of a clan-ruler. I do not believe only this one Blood Emperor has arrived."
"If, as I suspect, other Blood Emperors are lying in wait for the blood race, and we send only Old Ancestor Da Yu, any accident could have consequences that your Great Britain could not bear."
As the foremost of the Knights of the Round Table, each generation of Lancelot was among the strongest, second only to King Arthur. Not only did they possess formidable martial prowess, but they also managed all of Great Britain's foreign affairs, large and small.
Therefore, Lancelot had already considered what Lin Zhan was saying, but had not voiced it.
In fact, Lancelot secretly wished for Da Yu to perish at the hands of the blood race. In that case, in typical Chinese fashion, they would undoubtedly unleash their full might to annihilate the blood race.
This would allow Great Britain to not only completely rid itself of the blood race as an enemy but also to gain a deeper understanding of China.
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, Lancelot knew his original plan had been dashed. He could only compromise and say,
"Then, according to your suggestion, young friend Lin, what should we do? Great Britain is also an old enemy of the blood race. The four Blood Princes who were in Great Britain were slain by our previous King Arthur."
"Later, King Arthur was gravely wounded and perished because of this incident, which led to our current King Arthur not having sufficient strength. Without the help of Old Ancestor Da Yu, King Arthur would not have been able to successfully ascend to the King level."
William suddenly realized and said,
"No wonder that old man had such poor strength to be called a Knight King. So he's only half-finished."
Lancelot and Lin Zhan automatically ignored the imbecile's words, as they were of little use.
Lin Zhan nodded and said,
"Mr. Lancelot, do you think it's possible that the ten Blood Princes slain by the old King Arthur have all sent their Blood Emperors, who are merely hiding in the shadows?"
"This would not only allow them to re-establish dominion over Great Britain but also to lure reinforcements, by first attacking a lone Human Emperor of China."
In truth, Lancelot and King Arthur had already analyzed this possibility when they came to China. Moreover, there was a high probability that the blood race harbored such intentions.
However, one could not simply say such things in China. A bit of feigned ignorance was necessary, otherwise, this black-hearted young man before them would surely resort to robbery and murder.
Lancelot politely said to Lin Zhan,
"Then, young friend Lin, what do you believe we should do? Great Britain is also a staunch ally of humanity. You cannot simply stand by and watch our nation be slaughtered."
Lin Zhan fell into contemplation, a serious expression appearing on his face. He then said to Lin Yi,
"Lin Yi, initiate lockdown."
He then turned to Lancelot and said,
"Mr. Lancelot, Brother William, regarding our subsequent conversation, other than His Majesty the Knight King and important figures of Great Britain, do not let too many people know."
"China will face a great war with the myriad races in eleven months. You should be aware of this. Therefore, all the old ancestors of China are preparing for this war. Even the Human Emperor ancestor is personally training the troops."
"The incident in Great Britain occurring at this time is quite troublesome. If too few people are sent, it will be too dangerous. If too many are sent, China does not have enough manpower. This is rather awkward."
Lancelot knew it was time to get serious.
After all, it was utterly impossible to get this black-hearted young man to work for free.
Forget free, even if he was paid insufficiently, it wouldn't work.
"Then, young friend Lin, how many old ancestors do you think are needed to guarantee success?"
Lin Zhan's eyes darted, and he slowly began to explain to the two of them.
"Look, the blood race has sent thirteen clan-rulers this time. China currently only has three clan-rulers: my ancestor Di Xin, the fifth generation Grand Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the First Emperor Ying Zheng. Therefore, if we are to send anyone, we must send at least two clan-rulers, and then select at least ten or eight powerful kings of higher rank."
William nodded in agreement.
"That's right. High-ranking kings simply cannot defeat clan-rulers, especially when we are outnumbered."
Lancelot also nodded. "Indeed, William is correct."
Lin Zhan rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: Two mediocres, clan-rulers. They sound powerful, but against my ancestor Di Xin, this fake Human King who suppresses his level and refuses to advance, wouldn't he slaughter them like a group?
Di Xin had already reached the level of an Emperor. He merely intended to gain more human destiny feedback after this battle and directly advance to a profound Human Emperor.
Seeing their expressions, Lin Zhan continued to deceive them.
"Once they reach the Emperor or profound Emperor level, it becomes very difficult to kill such powerful individuals. After all, if they can't win, they can still run away. So we need to prepare more manpower."
If the Emperors of the myriad races, who had their heads chopped off by Tang of Shang and his ilk, were to hear this, they would surely grab Lin Zhan by the neck and ask,
"Boy, has a dog eaten your conscience? You say killing Emperors is not easy. Then tell me, where did that shirtless old hooligan get that string of heads around his waist? Do you think we hung them up ourselves?"
Hearing Lin Zhan's words and seeing his serious expression.
Lancelot and William exchanged glances and thought to themselves: It seems this young man is telling the truth, and it does sound reasonable.
It appears he is not as wicked as rumored, but rather quite principled.
William also nodded to himself, thinking: This big brother is capable. This big brother is reliable. This big brother will step up when there's trouble.