I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

The voice echoing in the hall slowly disappeared.

And the old man in the mountain who stayed in front of Du Lin's eyes had disappeared with a gust of wind directly from his eyes at some point.

Durin and Scathach remained silent.

As time passed slowly, an evening bell sounded again, and the afterglow of light that came in from outside shone at the door.

"Huh...it's over." Scathach said with some regret.

Du Lin's mood is more subtle...

Technically, the old man in the mountain lost to his combination with Skaha.

But after the old man in the mountain released the treasure silently, it almost killed him and Scathach in seconds.

This expedition ended in a point-to-point end, but he did not expect it.

"So who will win and who will lose?" Du Lin asked suspiciously.

The old man in the mountain left a bunch of inexplicable words, which slipped away too quickly.

Scathach smiled and said, "It's a draw, Godot."

"what……"

"After all, that lord is the crowned Assassin, if he is defeated by us even in such a spiritual foundation state, it would be somewhat impossible, right?"

"Why not."

Scathach felt a little amused by the reluctance in the young man's eyes: "Just like my master, many servants of Chaldea can defeat her, but the 'Chief of Chaldea' in the position can order all People. No, it should be better to use you as a metaphor. Some followers of Chaldea can easily kill Godot in silence, but you are ordering all our followers, and at the same time you yourself very powerful."

"..."

"The old man of the mountain—this is how it exists among the heroic spirits. It is the crowned spiritual base, and at the same time it is also powerful. After all, there are only a small number of servants who can assume the crowned spiritual base."

"is it?"

Du Lin understood her words a little bit.

It is also like a company with only a few manager positions, even if some of the employees have the corresponding ability of a manager (crown spiritual foundation), if the former occupies the manager position, their own bonuses will be more meaningful, right?

"Don't you feel unwilling?" Du Lin said doubtfully.

This time he played an auxiliary role most of the time in the battle, and Skaha, who actually fought against the old man in the mountain, was the most helpless.

However, the woman was wearing a veil, and the eyes that were only exposed were filled with joy at this moment, leaving him speechless.

How unmotivated!

I only heard that Skaha smiled lightly and shook his head: "Hehe... not at all. I am satisfied with fighting stronger powerhouses. In fact, I am also defeated again and again, so that I can't even beat you. monster woman!"

"I didn't get anything. This kind of expedition is meaningless." Du Lin said with a frown.

"Oh, you take the victory too seriously. Anyway, I am very satisfied this time."

Du Lin couldn't understand her thoughts. Isn't it the outcome of the battle that is the most important thing?

But it doesn't matter anymore...

Du Lin turned around and looked at the curse wrist on one side: "Curse wrist, we are leaving."

The curse wrist stared at the figure of Assassin in the hall, and stood up from the ground after a pause for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Magician, Your Excellency Scathach... You have to fight the first generation of adults to get back my worthless life." Curse Wrist said helplessly.

He was ready to die, but in the end, who would have thought that His Excellency the Magician and His Excellency Scathach would actually fight against the first generation of adults.

"No... Your Excellency Curse Wrist is wrong. At least for the villagers of East Village, your existence is indispensable." Skaha shook his head, denying his presumptuous thoughts .

"But……"

"Your old man of the mountain is also aware of this. That's why you are allowed to save your life for the time being!

The troops of Chaldea are about to arrive, and all that remains is to contact your mountain people for military preparations, and then investigate the information provided by the mountain man to explore the west!Your life is very important! "

Curse Wrist sighed and nodded, said with a wry smile: "Well, I will temporarily entrust this humble life to the two of you."

"Yes... Besides, it's not for you this time. I also have my demands. Let's go! Godot, Cursed Wrist, we should go out." Scathach said in an obviously happy mood.

"Ah."

Du Lin looked at the hand of the demon god under the black robe with cursed wrists. Perhaps it was this hand that the old man in the mountain wanted to chop off.

When they came out of the Azrael Shrine, outside the shrine at the mountain pass, a masked female Hassan stood on the path, shouting in surprise.

"Hundred appearances?", "Curse wrist!? You are still alive!"

Two voices of doubt sounded at the same time, and the latter was obviously more surprised.

"Thanks to the blessings of these two great benefactors, the first generation of adults let me go temporarily." Curse Wrist smiled awkwardly.

"With them?"

"Yes, your first-generation adults have been stabbed by us and have to retreat."

"Ha, relying on a little brat like you?"

"Okay, Baimao. What do you want to come to this mountain?"