I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"An evil goddess who uses her body to seduce children, what right does she have to say such things?" Artoria replied unceremoniously.

She walked forward with a face as cold as ice, glared at the two of them, and said directly as a referee: "Enough, now that the winner has been decided, stop talking nonsense in the ring."

Quetzal snorted. Without wrestling, she would lose her spiritual food. She waved her hand in dissatisfaction and jumped off the ring: "See you later, little brother."

The leopard man followed closely behind as a small follower.

"And you, you also want to go to Uruk earlier, don't you? The situation over there is not very good at the moment." Artoria's voice was placed on Du Lin unceremoniously.

Du Lin was puzzled: "What?"

"Hurry up and go to the temple to take a shower and change your clothes! I put your suit in the bathroom. When you come out, I will drive you through the city gate!" Artoria said.

"Okay! Thank you very much, my..."

A water gun is aimed at Du Lin. The actual material is like a pitch-black holy sword. The splashed out may be magic bullets, making Du Lin's second half of the sentence 'my king', 'Saber', 'maid'...or other The title of possibility did not come up.

He still nodded happily, turned and walked into the temple.

Arturia stared at his back and frowned: "I feel a little uncomfortable letting him go without asking what the relationship is between him and me who summoned me before."

Although the heroic spirit shouldn't be obsessed with the things he was summoned before his life or last time, the way the other party sees her these days is obviously very problematic...

That expression of being more familiar with her body than her own gave her a sense of absurdity that "the other party may know better than she whether there is a mole on her buttocks".

"But what to do if you ask?"

Obviously, she gave up becoming a tyrant and chose the way of a maid to spend a better summer in prehistoric times.

Why is this damn daily life even more troublesome than when I was a tyrant...

……

Temple.

A hot spring room that circulates the water source of the pond behind the temple, the magic power of the temple is activated, slowly heating the temperature in the pool, and white mist floats up.

Du Lin walked into it, feeling numbness and pain all over his body.

It is similar to the Moon Hot Spring in Chaldea, but this is not some conceptual dress made by Durin, but the function of the temple itself.

This is not the first time Durin has come here.

After ten days of wrestling, it was impossible for him to stand in the ring all the time. After wrestling every day to the point that he couldn't satisfy the goddess, the goddess gave him such an independent wrestling fight in order to have a better and more satisfying wrestling fight the next day. A room for rest and healing.

Otherwise, even though he has the body's self-healing ability these days, he can't handle Quetzal's continuous wrestling.

"She seems to be simply feeling the joy of wrestling." Du Lin murmured in displeasure when he thought of the goddess.

Life these days is all about 'rich women falling happily' to give each other a perfect experience, but only myself, doing things I don't like in fields I don't like...

Quetzal's sun-like demeanor on the ring sometimes made him feel jealous.

He is obviously in a high position, but he is not entangled in mundane affairs, and acts completely for his own interests.

"However, your enjoyment ends here." Du Lin murmured, exhaled deeply, and lay down on a stone (pillow).

After winning once and getting the guarantee, it was impossible for him to agree to wrestle with Quetzal again.

For ten days, the three goddesses...all in hand!

Thinking about it, Du Lin simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, and gradually entered into a short rest like this.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

Du Lin sank into the warm water pool from his sleep, and woke up from choking.

No dreams, no surprises.After a few splashes from the warm water pool, Du Lin stood up from the pool.

The wafting white smoke covered his red skin baked by the hot springs, and after being exposed to the sun for more than ten days, his skin was also stained with a healthy wheat color.

His thick and muscular muscles looked more muscular than before. As he occasionally twisted his neck, a wisp of air was released from his joints and hit the wall, blowing up a cloud of dust.

"Really..." Du Lin smiled.

Ten days from Quetzal's "Rich Woman Happy Wrestling" harvested, not simply because of Quetzal's help, his own body also got some slow strengthening and power-generating skills in the process of wrestling.

"If this skill was placed at Fuyuki's singularity, it would have been able to toughen the skeleton head-on without even strengthening it at that time." Du Lin muttered to himself.

His physical enhancement is almost negligible, and the biggest gain should be to master some "critical positions such as the throat and heart of ordinary people", and other more secret places that can quickly make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness.

It's a pity that in Mesopotamia, the world of the age of the gods, where light cannons and powers clash, purely physical combat has no future!

Shaking his head, Du Lin dried his body and was about to put on the grass skirt on one side, but found that the grass skirt had been replaced by a patched coat.

Du Lin was taken aback...

"Did I put it here while I was sleeping..."

He didn't know anyone in Eridu, and after excluding the goddess of wrestling and the funny character Leopard in his mind, there was only the swimsuit maid who barely qualified as a sewing professional.

Get dressed for ten days of wrestling duels.

In other words, according to the scenes in my memory, these ten days can also be called 'find a place to practice and finish'.

Walking out of the warm water pool, the elder sister who was also dressed at the other end seemed to have just finished taking a bath, and she exuded a lazy atmosphere all over her body.