Chat group, people are in Shadow Reality, they just defeated Shadow

Weitzman reminded him that Shiro's identity was noble and his strength was unfathomable.

No amount of caution was too much when dealing with Shiro!

"Likewise, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Shiro stood up and extended his hand to Daikaku Kokujoji: "Your Excellency, the Gold King."

Chapter 20 Weitzman is a Little Confused

"You may withdraw."

Daikaku Kokujoji dismissed the Gold Clan members who were serving him before saying, "Thank you very much for your help with the Silver King."

"You're welcome. Weitzman and I are both members of the chat group, so helping each other is only right."

Weitzman had already told Daikaku Kokujoji about the chat group.

Shiro wouldn't interfere with what the group members did.

"Yes, Lieutenant, the old geezer is very nice."

"......"

Daikaku Kokujoji was somewhat speechless at Weitzman's attitude.

This guy was too naive.

Even though more than seventy years had passed, Weitzman still remained as he once was, and even his mentality hadn't changed.

However, unlike the simple Weitzman,

Daikaku Kokujoji was the strongest of the kings, and could be called the strongest king in the 《K》 world, the ruler of the earth.

He possessed overwhelming power and controlled Japan's politics, economy, and military.

All the institutions of this country operated under his will, and the Gold King himself was equivalent to the country of Japan itself.

Because of this, Daikaku Kokujoji was much more aware of the existence of other worlds than Weitzman, and what that meant.

New resources, a wider world.

So, the two sides began to talk, each stating their needs.

The mystery of the 《K》 world was not high, and there was no combat power to speak of.

But this world was technologically advanced and full of resources. If Shiro wanted to build Alexandria, then importing resources and technology from the 《K》 world would be extremely convenient.

Admittedly, the 《Railgun》 world where Misaka Mikoto was located also had various high technologies.

Even in terms of technological level, it was even higher than the 《K》 world.

But the problem was that Misaka Mikoto was just an ordinary student in Academy City.

Shiro did have a way to get in touch with that chairman, but due to the existence of the Magic Gods, he was not very willing to enter the 《Railgun》 world.

In comparison, cooperating with the Gold King was indeed simpler.

"You only need these things?"

Daikaku Kokujoji looked at the supplies listed by Shiro, which included daily necessities and basic living supplies.

Besides that, there were a large number of books, from all walks of life, whether basic or advanced. Shiro's demand was quite large.

"I have a territory over there."

"I see."

Daikaku Kokujoji seemed to understand that Shiro's world was likely in a relatively backward stage.

Of course, Daikaku Kokujoji would not underestimate Shiro because of this.

Whether it was the identity of the Black King or the power Shiro possessed, which was enough to destroy this world, the Gold King dared not be disrespectful in the slightest.

"If that's all, then forgive me for speaking frankly, but you're at a bit of a disadvantage."

The things Shiro wanted could be easily obtained in the 《K》 world.

Even those supplies, because the quantity wasn't large, the Gold King would feel embarrassed even if he gave them away for free.

Yes, embarrassed.

Daikaku Kokujoji felt that he couldn't offer them.

To put it in more easily understood terms, the gift was too light, and he didn't have the face to give it.

"Cough, that's right."

Shiro nodded, considering the Gold King's position, and said, "Then let's establish a continuous support plan."

"Support plan?"

Daikaku Kokujoji was puzzled: "Please explain in detail."

"My territory is not large, and I probably won't expand it in the future," Shiro described the general situation of his base: "In terms of scale, it's just a small city with several thousand people."

"Several thousand people?"

The Gold King more or less had an idea.

It was just pouring resources into developing a small city in the Shadow World.

This request was nothing to the Gold King, who controlled the resources of a country and governed hundreds of millions of people.

"Then, what are your needs?"

"It is an honor for us to get to know a strong person like Your Majesty the Black King."

The Gold King was very good at dealing with people. He knew that the strength of the two sides was not equal, so he didn't mention any requirements.

Moreover, the interests of the two sides did not conflict.

The only contradiction of the Black King destroying the world no longer existed because Shiro would not stay in this world.

To some extent, unless the 《K》 world encountered a major crisis that would destroy civilization, Shiro's power would be useless.

"Alright."

Shiro understood, and he took a deep look at Daikaku Kokujoji and didn't say anything more.

Indeed, he still preferred communicating with Weitzman.

Weitzman regarded Shiro as a true friend.

He didn't consider gains or losses, nor did he scheme or plot.

Like this time, when Weitzman encountered trouble and needed help, Shiro extended a helping hand to him.

"Sorry, Old Geezer."

After leaving the Hihumi Research Institute, Shiro returned to the airship at Weitzman's invitation.

On the way, Weitzman apologized to Shiro: "Lieutenant, he is different from me. As the Gold King who bears the responsibility of this country, he cannot easily make choices."

"Ah, I know."

Shiro smiled indifferently, patted Weitzman on the shoulder, and said, "Isn't there still you!"

"Maybe your Lieutenant understood this point, so he pulled himself out."

"Eh? Is that so?"

Weitzman looked like an elegant and proper noble young master on the surface, but in reality, he was a pure goofball.

"In any case, thank you so much this time."

Most of the supplies on the airship had been consumed in the past seventy years. The only thing left was that batch of very vintage red wine.

Weitzman was planning to invite Shiro to taste his collection.

"Clunk!"

Weitzman professionally opened the red wine and poured a glass for Shiro and himself.

The two sat in the airship's hall. Shiro didn't know how to drink wine, and he didn't pretend to understand. Instead, he casually asked Weitzman how to drink red wine.

"How does it feel?"

Weitzman watched Shiro taste the red wine in the correct way under his guidance, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Because Shiro didn't drink red wine very often, Weitzman had specifically chosen one that was suitable for beginners.

"Very good."

Shiro smiled and carefully looked at the red liquid in the glass by the light: "I always thought red wine was bitter, but this one is unexpectedly good."

In fact, different types of red wine have different proportions of acidity, tannins, and sweetness.

The bitterness generally refers to the 'tannin' component in red wine.

Red wine with a high tannin content will taste more bitter.

"Everyone has different tastes. Some people like red wine with a higher tannin content."

Weitzman had seen this point, so he chose a red wine that Shiro could accept: "If you like it, you can take some back with you."

"I don't have much else here, but I have as much good red wine as you want."

As the Unchanging King, controlling the brewing of wine was quite easy.

Although Weitzman's airship had not been berthed for many years, the Gold King had never stopped transporting various supplies.

For Weitzman, who could control gravity, he could take supplies from the ground with just a thought.

"It seems that you haven't been doing nothing while staying here."

Weitzman had not been doing nothing for the past seventy years. He had found himself a few hobbies, one of which was the study of alcohol.

"But there are only children on my side, and they are not old enough to drink."

Although Shiro said this, he did not refuse Weitzman's kindness.

Not only red wine, but also Japanese sake and Chinese baijiu, Shiro chose some of each.

"Speaking of which, aren't you going to do something about it?"

Shiro, who had taken the good stuff, looked at Weitzman with some doubt.

"What?"

However, the latter looked puzzled.

"What what?"

"......"

For some reason, the two stood there staring at each other, and the quiet atmosphere seemed a little strange.

"Wait a minute."

Weitzman quickly asked, "Old Geezer, what are you talking about? What do you mean by not doing something about it? Doing something about what?"

"No."

Shiro was also stunned, and he pointed to the sofa next to him: "Didn't you notice that something was missing over there?"

"Missing something?"

Weitzman followed Shiro's finger and saw that the sofa was empty.

The silver-haired youth was stunned for a moment before reacting and shouting, "That boy! He's gone!!"

"......"

This time, it was Shiro's turn to be speechless.

Good heavens!

Truly good heavens!

When Shiro came with Weitzman, he had noticed that Isana Yashiro, temporarily calling that boy by that name, the boy who should have been lying on the sofa, was missing.

When the two went to see the Gold King, they did not take Isana Yashiro with them, but left him on the airship.