Mission in another world with my transformed best friend

Wang Kai felt a little embarrassed to join in the "kindergarten table" atmosphere, so he could only quietly walk to the side, slowly munching on a chicken leg. Soon, a familiar and petite figure quietly approached.

"Thank you so much. If you hadn't simplified what I was trying to say, they might not have understood at all..."

Hearing Zhang Lan speak with a hint of gratitude, Wang Kai felt a surge of pride, but in his smugness, he deliberately didn't respond immediately. Just as he finished a bite of chicken leg and swallowed it, the moment he opened his mouth, another chicken leg was thrust at him and blocked his way.

"Don't get too cocky, Er Gou, just because you received a little praise from your master..."

"Waaah... Wow, what does it mean when Master praises me?"

"This chicken leg is a compliment..."

"Hmph, this is hardly enough, unless..."

Wang Kai turned his head and stared at Zhang Lan's pretty face again, his gaze slowly moving to her small, vermilion lips...

With a look of instant understanding, Zhang Lan's brows, which had relaxed under her smile, furrowed slightly again, but only for a few seconds, before she sighed and said...

"You've been getting increasingly blatant lately, I don't even want to talk to you anymore..."

"What do you want to say about me? I haven't said anything and you're already saying it. Do you need me to say it first, or do you want to say it before I do?"

Zhang Lan chuckled, lightly punched Wang Kai in the chest with her small hand, and then her smile slowly faded, replaced by a calm yet helpless expression.

"Let's put the jokes aside for now. Do you think my thoughts were naive and childish about what just happened?"

"Naive is a bit... but not at all childish."

"Why do you say that?"

"According to the understanding of this world, buying dozens of slaves to show off is indeed a naive idea... If you say you're naive, you saved their lives out of pity, which is a consolation to your conscience, but for slave traders, you've actually increased their GDP a little. No matter what you do, there will be more girls like Ilya becoming slaves in the future."

After hearing this, Zhang Lan sighed, but her eyes were still full of hope.

"Finally, I've heard an idea that aligns somewhat with my plans. Yes, it's naive to think that rescuing these girls will make a difference, and it seems childish to want to change anything. However, like you, I'm probably more inclined to try things out when I feel helpless... As you saw today, I've passed this torch of 'hope' to these girls. Whether they can carry it on, or use this opportunity to help more people with the same fate, I don't know. As for changing the system of slavery, I really dare not hope for that..."

Wang Kai understood the true intention behind the words, and while he felt a sense of respect, he was also somewhat shocked. He had always regarded this place as a "game world," and at most, he had only used "game bugs" to do whatever he wanted in the game. He had never had the idea of ​​"overturning the game's settings and background."

Zhang Lan's thinking is so far-reaching and profound; she even wants to shake up the "slave system" that has existed in this world for thousands of years. Just thinking about it seems extremely unlikely. But even in the face of uncertainty, there are always indomitable pioneers who yearn for the civilized world and are revolutionaries who challenge this "inequality." Their names will eventually be engraved on the monument of history. But does Zhang Lan really have such thoughts...?

Therefore, Wang Kai decided not to make any sarcastic remarks and gave it a brief moment of thought.

"Your thoughts and goals are too distant and far removed from our reality. Things that are decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years in the future are not something we should be thinking about now. Let's put it simply and close to reality: everything you've done is essentially about saving lives. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Let me do the math for you. Although there are less than ten people now, if each of them saves ten more people like you, that's over a hundred people, and then that number multiplies tenfold... I can't even imagine. In the future, even if you were standing at the gates of the King of Hell wanting to take a stroll inside, the King of Hell himself would pull you back and then escort you all the way to the heaven under Jesus' jurisdiction to enjoy bliss..."

"Where are Satan and the Jade Emperor? Not only have you mistaken them for each other, but I really can't accept such high praise."

"Look at what you're saying. Anyway, there are four gods, two in charge of the east and two in charge of the west... but heaven and earth are all the same place, there's no need to separate them. Sometimes 'overstepping boundaries' is unavoidable, after all, it's an internal matter of the gods..."

"God... Hehe, let me tell you a name, Murong Tian. Do you know him?"

"Huh? Murong... Heavens, this name, so full of martial arts vibes, I only know it from Jin Yong's novels. I think there's only one tragic Dali prince named Murong Fu, and I can't remember any others..."

Zhang Lan took a deep breath, opened her small hands, summoned a small flame, and continued to speak softly.

"This is the name of the Fire Warrior that I had Hani find out!"

"Oh, so it's Fire Warrior... What, are you sure?"

"I'm certain that apart from those very close to the Four Heroes, very few other people know this name..."

"No way, that's a hero! Is the hero's name that little? Do these guys always refer to themselves as 'I am the Fire Hero' when they go out? Not only would it be hard to say, but it would also sound awkward to themselves... Murong Tian, ​​Murong Tian, ​​if I had that name in my original world, I would have preferred to go to the Hulunbuir Grassland to raise yaks incognito... I can't afford to lose face like that."

"You may find this name awkward, but to the people of this other world, it's a 'name' comparable to that of a god! Just like 'Zeus,' 'Poseidon,' 'Hades,' and so on in our world."

At Zhang Lan's gentle reminder, Wang Kai finally dropped his nonchalant expression, tossed the half-eaten chicken leg onto his plate, and began to think intently. His mind drifted back to a week ago when he encountered the Fire Warrior and his group while riding in the "Black Horse Carriage" away from Katra City.

As he carefully recalled every minute detail of that moment, a crucial point he had previously overlooked came to mind.

"Oh, right, Zhang Lan, I remember when I met the brave warrior, the pattern on his team's flag looked familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it..."

What kind of pattern is it?

"Let me think about it carefully, and I'll draw it for you..."

Wang Kai turned his head and saw a clean white napkin. He dipped his finger into the oil stains on the roast chicken plate and started drawing on the napkin.

"Hmm, I remember it was a pattern that looked like a human face but not quite. The facial features were somewhat square, like a Chinese character face, and there was something similar to the 'third eye' on Erlang Shen's forehead. The chin protruded slightly downwards..."

The pattern was only about 40-50% complete when Zhang Lan's pupils dilated, and she almost screamed.

"Car...car..."

"What do you mean by 'gasoline'? Gasoline, car fuel, cylinders..."

Zhang Lan calmed down and spoke fluently, word by word.

"This... isn't this the symbol of the Autobots, the alien Ironhide army led by 'Pillar'?"