I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"A masterpiece, really a masterpiece."

Kirshtalia frowned and said, "It's not a masterpiece. This completes our cooperation, Dead Apostle!"

The broken-haired man said blankly, "We'll take the blame. Your Magic Association's plan is really good. But thank you for giving us the road map of the clock tower to complete the collapse from the spiritual vein.

Forget it, I don't know what you are planning, but you have seen our details clearly in this month, so we should deal with you here. "

At the same time, Kirshtalia gripped the sword at his waist tightly.

"That's enough, Nero Kaos. The task has been completed, it's time to go!" A voice appeared from behind the man with broken hair.

"Is it your turn to play? Well..."

The four hidden people who stayed in place breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's thanks to you, Captain, for cooperating with a dead disciple true ancestor." Scandinavia patted his small chest.

Kirshtalia said solemnly: "If we didn't do this, we would have been exposed."

"From the dead apostles, to Phils who studied goblins, and to the final experiment on primitive humans, Debit, Beryl... the director and agent are only short of this step." Ophelia murmured.

"Then, after sacrificing Debit and Beryl, can this thing kill him now?" Cadock said in low spirits.

His words also made other people's expressions sink.

Kirshtalia shook his head: "No, we have seen it at the singularity, so it should be clear that we absolutely cannot kill him."

"If you don't kill it, it will cause even greater trouble."

"No... we just need to trap him in London. Trapping him is actually our limit." Cadock said firmly.

"In this case, you have to worry about the other party escaping at any time."

The four present were silent for a while.

If they hadn't seen that guy, if they hadn't experienced it in the singularity, they might not be so afraid.But having witnessed the scene where the seventh singularity captures Tiamat, the mother god of creation, and the final singularity’s face is connected to the constricting ring of the light belt, they face the agent of the director as a young man, and instinctively they are prone to have a A psychological shadow of 'difficulty ahead'.

It's not that no one here wanted to give up the mission of the Hidden Team, it's just that everyone was convinced by Kirshtalia, so no one objected.

Ophelia frowned and whispered, "Because of Director Maris Billy's daughter, that guy was originally a supporter of our Hidden Ones... Now we have to worry that he will destroy our plan."

Kirshtalia shook his head: "Without Mary's change, the burning of human rights would have been carried out one step earlier, and the master's last wish would have been aborted! Perhaps Godot is an insurance, whether it is burning human rights , or us. Once we deviate from the established goal, everything will be eradicated.”

"What about the alien star god... Astarudi Aita Animsfia?"

Kirshtalia's face changed: "That's not a foreign star..."

If Durin Gordo's jump from the camp of the hidden ones (temporal lobe removal and washing) surprised them, then the appearance of the star of hope in Chaldea was completely unexpected. outside.

Up to now, whether that little figure, that particularity has fully discovered their plan is still unknown. They have already seen the great power of the η core, and now it has become their hope.

The so-called original plan had deviated the moment Durin Gordo woke up from the operating table.But now, they can only bite the bullet and go on.

"Let's go back to Chaldea to summon the servants. There is only a few days of time gap, and it should be too late for them to react!" Kirshtalia sighed tiredly.

Ofelia hesitated: "I don't know if Mustard Seed will expose us. She has ignored our contact for several months."

"Speaking of staffing..." Scandinavia looked at the four of them: "It's really too difficult to rely on the four of us. Debit, Beryl, and Mustard Seed need to be supplemented."

Kirshtalia paused: "Do you have any recommendations?"

Cadock thought for a while: "I propose Tatsuka Fujimaru, Matthew, Laidicia, and Coles who are active in the seven singularities."

"What?" Kirshtalia paused, then shook his head: "Mash is impossible, she probably has completely agreed with history. And that Fujimaru Tachika..."

In Kirshtalia's eyes, it was a master candidate who had contracted some complaints.Whether it is the image of a shadow assassin holding a dagger that often appears behind the Heroic Spirit, or some unreasonable and unreasonable behaviors that appear occasionally, they do not have the quality of a magician at all.

That feeling is exactly the same as that of the director's agent.

He shook his head: "Those two can be ruled out. Is there any more?"

"The master candidates are well-educated. I remember Ise Sangenli, Tsubaki Tsubaki, and Tiny Circe... Well, there is also the love song of Sajo."

"Then let's try to invite you with the list that Leticia and Corles told you! We will prepare for a period of time, and during this time, you, Navia, are in charge of going to Romania to invite Corles. Si, Kadoc, you go to France to invite Laiditia. As for the others, they are all in the Far East. Ophelia, you have experienced Fuyuki in the singularity, and the Far East region will be handed over to you."

"And what if they say no?" asked Cadock.

"Don't reveal the plan yet, and bring them here when they agree," Kirshtalia said.

After talking a lot, Kirshtalia took a deep breath: "Okay, let's make this decision!"

He watched the riots in the Nexus above downtown London.

Godot, you should have been on our side.

However, this can also hold you back, right?

I'll do it, Mr. Maris Billy's last wish!

……

London, Euston Road.

The female driver, Olga, drove the car into the east, and then stopped in the west to make an emergency brake. She stumbled along the way and finally arrived at the British Library.

With the surge of magic tides on the streets, London seems to be experiencing a hurricane under the observation of ordinary humans.The crowd who came out for breakfast in the early morning hurried back home with food, and the city hall's evacuation broadcast was also reporting urgently.

A lot of people gathered in front of the British Library. Olga picked up the dizzy little Aita from the car, and Du Lin also appeared from the other side of the door with a look of retching.