I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Magic Society.

Shishi Jie stared at the magic contract in front of him with a very confused expression.

"Don't use your scary face to make such an expression, and quickly sign up for the road," the old man sitting across from Shizi Jie impatiently knocked on the table.

"Yeah~ Isn't it a bit inhuman that it says [even if you die, you have to send the holy relic back]," Lion Jie said with a grief-stricken face, "You don't tell me what the holy relic is."

"Please understand, the holy relic we are going to take out next may make you have the urge to run away with money, although I think it's a bit exaggerated," the young man with long hair leaning against the window (presumably) waved his hand .

Lion Jie swallowed. He knew this young man who felt a little overworked. It should be said that many people knew him. El-Melloi II, even he said such exaggerated words, should he refuse this order? Business.

"You sign this and it will be given to you," the old man named Belfeibon placed the juvenile Hydra in formalin in front of the lion robbery.

"I sign," Lion Jie directly signed this contract with mandatory characteristics.

"Very good, you are quite reliable in keeping your promises in this line of business," Belfeibon showed a rare happy expression, and at the same time bent down and placed a black box with a seal in front of Lion Jie.

"Then don't use this kind of compulsory contract, it's really sad," Shishijie picked up a cigarette to ease his nervousness, but Belfeibon's expression of killing you if you dared to smoke made him eat the cigarette down.

"When you see it, you will understand why we are so cautious. Many monarchs waste a lot of time on this, although they have a very worthwhile expression," El-Melloi II curled his lips.

Belfeibon shook his head, carefully tore the seal, and then slowly opened the box. There was no golden scene, just a slate lying quietly inside.

The lion robbery took a breath.

"Isn't this a collection in a museum!"

This morning, he also saw the treasure of the town hall in a certain museum. At that time, he was still sighing that it would be cool to use this guy to summon, but now this guy is in front of him.

"No, that's what we faked," El-Melloi II waved.

"You are smuggling!" Shizi Jie's mouth widened.

"Please call this putting things in the right place, this is not a slate, but a carrier handed down from the gods to record heroes, and..." Belphepin stroked the slate fascinatedly, " According to legend, it is a thing created by God, a carrier created by God specifically for one person."

"This can already be called a Noble Phantasm, although no one has tried it, but probably no means can destroy it," El-Melloi II pushed his eyes, "If you are disrespectful to it, maybe cursed."

"Shouldn't you... want me to use it as a catalyst?" Shishi Jie had a strange look on his face, sighing that he was really a little flustered, "You must have tried it yourself."

"Of course, why do you think we can respond to Thousand World Tree's counter-judgment so quickly, they have tried various methods to summon that hero over the years," El-Melloi II spread his hands.

"Then what are you doing for me," Shishi Jie leaned against the sofa, "Even the elites of your clock tower can't do it, how could I, a mercenary, do it."

"We made various attempts," Belfeibon pushed the box forward. "It is said that he was blessed by thirteen gods, and one spiritual foundation was obviously not enough for him to descend, so we tried various methods. Divide."

"Split... cut?" Shishi Jie's eyes jumped.

"Through the question of affiliation, he was summoned to show only one kind of divine blessing. The problem is that no matter how hard they tried, they failed, and now there is one last attempt left," El-Melloi II pointed to the lion robbery, "accepted He was blessed by Hades."

"That's why you found me, a necromancer," Shishi Jie sighed. "Then you must give me some other holy relic. I don't want to play random summons."

"Well, I have a leftover from the table of the Knights of the Round Table, you can play with it," Belfeibon threw a box to the Lion Jie, his casual attitude was completely different from before.

"Ah~ it's casual," Lion Jie curled his lips and put the juvenile Hydra and the box containing the fragments of the Knights of the Round Table's dining table into the bag, and then reached out to the box containing the slate.

"Snapped---"

Bel Feibang's dry hands were like iron pincers as they firmly grasped Shizi Zie's wrist.

"Remember, there must be no scars on it."

"Don't worry, I don't have that ability at all," Shishi Jie grinned, if you're so worried, why don't you take it out.

"Well~ whether it is a success or a failure, the slate must be sent back immediately. There is still a plan to use it. There are many candidates out there who might be able to summon him," Belfeibon let go of his hand, "by the way, there is one I need your attention..."

"Speaking of which, this slate is a bit strange," Shishi Jie dragged the box in front of him and looked at it with his chin.

The young man with the box on his back looked straight ahead. Twelve gods surrounded his head, and there was a god sitting on a throne below him. This probably refers to the twelve main gods and Hades, but...

Shishi Jie pointed to the position under the young man's feet, "Why do you deliberately carve the shadow on it, and it is so big?"

"It's probably customs, and it's very important to you to listen carefully to what I say next," Belfeibon took a photo from the drawer and took it on the table, "Remember to pay attention to this person."

"Oh~ she's still a beauty," Shishi Jie nodded, "what happened to her?"

"Trouble, no, it should be said that the scalp is numb. She also belongs to our side's master, but you'd better be careful," El-Melloi II rubbed his temples.

"Is she strong?" Lion Jie scratched his face. The photo was of a purple-haired royal sister wearing sunglasses to help an old grandmother cross the road. He couldn't feel the pressure through the photo, but she looked cute. Feel.

"You'll know when you see her. I definitely don't want to experience that feeling of screaming from all over my body," El-Melloi II sighed, "I really don't want to be with such an existence. deal."

"Okay, it looks like it's another dangerous job this time," Shishijie scratched his head and stood up, "although it's a dangerous job every time."

"Remember to paint according to the technique we provided, and don't be reluctant to paint it with a little bit of blood, we will reimburse you," Belfeibon yawned.

"Okay, okay, who asked you to be the employer," Shishi Jie stood up and stuffed the slate into the bag.

"By the way, don't forget to report to the supervisor. You don't want to fight thirteen by yourself."

"I really don't mind if I succeed." Shizi Jie grinned.

PS has already opened a single chapter on the issue of emotional lines, and also said that posts like Xidi Gadzha will lead to war, so sorry (??Д`)

Chapter 2英雄降临

You are going to die soon.

So long-winded, I won't die, I haven't...