Crown Dead

"I've tracked down Tranquility's location. She's been imprisoned in a castle far away from Camelot. Originally, I wanted to rescue her, but when I met that Aggavin, just escaping her I tried my best, and I'm sorry I was so useless."

"Iron Aggaguwen... That guy is the right-hand man of the Lion King. It is enough to confirm Jing Mi's location. There must be a reason why the other party didn't kill her directly. We still have a chance to rescue her."

Baimao didn't blame Curse Wrist. In this situation, being able to come back alive is already the greatest victory. Besides, any information, refugees, and resources brought back are all profitable.

"That said, we don't have enough time—so who is this strange face?"

Curse Wrist set his sights on Xianyu. Although he had heard the legend of the paradox, he had never seen it in reality.

"I'm Xianyu. I'm the boss of Ur, which is far away from here. My house is quite big. You are welcome to come and play. Ah, when you get tired from playing, it hurts!"

Xian Yu was knocked on the head by Baimao halfway through his speech.

"Don't be stupid! This guy is Paradox Hassan, the only one recognized by the first generation of adults, and even entrusted him with the mission of leading the people of the mountain."

Baimao introduced himself instead of Xianyu, but it was obvious that the doubts of the curse wrist were not dispelled by this introduction.

"The paradox—the first and last Hassan's successor. I always thought it was just a collection of rumors in the mountains, forests and fields, but does it seem that there is a real person?"

Hassan's gaze behind the mask of the cursed arm stared at Xianyu motionlessly, and the atmosphere between the two became tense instantly.

"If you are called here as a combat power, I will definitely accept it happily. Now any combat power is extremely precious."

"I also have the awareness to turn myself into a weapon for others to use. This is the hometown I actually lived in. In order to protect her, I can make any sacrifice."

"But I will also identify myself, whether the so-called 'commander' really has the qualifications to use our Hassan as a weapon."

"...so you mean a fight?"

Xian Yu asked the other party after listening to the curse wrist.

Generally, Heroic Spirits have a stink problem, they fight when they are chatting, and they get gay with each other when they are hitting each other.

Xian Yu wasn't going to try to reason with the curse, he didn't have the time to do ideological work for the 19 Hassans one by one.One of the final conclusions he came to after thinking about it last night was that the "flat management" where the people of the mountain are now guarding a territory can only be defeated one by one.

To fulfill the agreement with Wang Ha, he must become a manager above all Hassans.

"The king comes to command, the king comes to work overtime, the king comes ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha by the king" - "The Third Volume of Gilgamesh's Way of Governing the Country".

"Yeah, speaking with strength is indeed a good solution at this time."

The curse wrist moved his left arm slightly, agreeing with Xianyu's simple and rude opinion.

"If you two want to fight, don't fight now. In short, let's discuss the surprise attack on the Pharaoh in the future."

Baimao interrupted the atmosphere where the two might fight at any time, and forcibly led them to the meeting room in the village.

"I told you the curse wrist, just because you are definitely not mine now—"

"Brother Xianyu! You hunted all this meat by yourself!?"

When the three of them passed by the food market, a villager dressed like a butcher pointed to the corpse of a large monster and said to Xianyu in surprise and joy, interrupting Xianyu who was blowing with the spell wrist.

"Yeah, it should be preserved for a long time after being smoked, right?"

"It's been a long time! But now the salt is scarce, see if you can roll on it..."

"Go away!"

"Thank you Brother Xianyu!"

"Wait, that's not what I meant--wow don't push me!"

"..." Curse Wrist looked at Xianyu speechlessly being carried by a group of people and thrown into the monster's flesh, rolling around like a rolling pin, "I'll tell you Curse Wrist, just because you will never be—"

"Brother Xianyu! That idiot named Mo Dede stole our ball!"

The greasy Xian Yu's harsh words were interrupted again, this time it was Lu Shide who found Xian Yu's complaint.

"Lu Shide! You look very happy, what happened?"

"It's the rules of the game newly given to us by big brother Xianyu!"

Manju Wrist seemed to know Lu Shide, and the two chatted very intimately, and Xian Yu also found Xiao Mo on the other side.

"Your adaptability is too scary... I was still worried about whether you would be autistic or something. The speed of breaking into (the children's team) is too fast!"

Wearing a robe, Xiao Mo reached the level of being at home in less than a day, and even became the king of children in this area, giving him the name "Gang Tian Fat Tiger Qing".

"Huh? Who is the guy who threw me in this kind of crappy place, but it's the same for me, because I can't have territory in the Holy City, so basically I live in a situation that is not much better than this The place. It’s better to say that I slept peacefully after a long absence~”

Seeing Mordred's carefree response, Xian Yu was a little confused.

"I said—"

"Ah, there's a ball in the back of your head."

"What?"

Bang! !

"Curse Wrist, you'd better be honest and give up, if I make a move—"

"Isn't this the leader! Did you die today?"

Xian Yu pretended to be aggressive for the third time, but was interrupted without any surprise.This time it was the refugees led by Xian Yu.

"What do you mean 'did you die today'? Can you have a conscience!"