I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

In a room hung with elk specimens, the hot water that Jill was responsible for producing was slowly poured into the bath from the river outside, and a faint mist floated in the room, covering a silhouette who was undressing.

Afterwards, a round of ripples set off in the hot pool, and the figure sat down completely.

Du Lin lay leaning against the pool, and the blood circulation activated by the hot water made him comfortably close his eyes.

The exhaustion of the day finally has time to stop at this moment, and the rare personal time to rest is also very rare.

"If this continues, there will be more wars in the future. I avoided it by paddling today, and if I do it again later, it will definitely not be what I want?" Du Lin whispered in his heart.

As a bystander during the daytime killing, he already felt a little uncomfortable.

No, it is not necessary to consider the individual's feelings at all.

The key is that Joan of Arc Alter who likes her very much.

"So, what does she like about me?" Du Lin couldn't help asking himself.

Du Lin thinks that his own charm has not yet reached the point of being favored by that bad friend. It is not normal for the other party to easily regard himself as a cronies if he reads wrong information through the intracranial connection with him.

That Joan of Arc Alter was undoubtedly not as benevolent as Joan of Arc, and the situation was slightly different from the reverse-minded Artoria Alter that Du Lin had seen before.

She is a thought reversal, but it is more like a thought reversal at a certain stage.

In front of the pile of corpses like in the daytime, full of extreme joy of revenge, it is more like the saint who accepted everything before death destroyed all the beliefs in her life.

So to put it simply, she should only have the emotions of revenge and hostility, and will not have concepts such as 'like' and 'favorite'.

"Has she discovered my true situation, and she just pretended not to know?" Du Lin couldn't help asking himself.

If the other party also has a bad idea of ​​"I will play with you and see how long you want to hide", it is not difficult to imagine that his original plan to backstab Joan of Arc Alter may end up being cursed by the other party's backhand. The flag pokes into the sky.

Next, he will help the team to strengthen the attributes one by one. Although the quantum scale of at least 10 or more can be obtained by shooting flying dragons, but after the materials are searched by Jill, in fact, it is the enhancement of this side.

And it will also increase the difficulty of my Gudazi and Mash...

"It's really hard to be an undercover..." Du Lin sighed, sinking into the pool and spitting bubbles.

Inadvertently, the door of his room was quietly opened, and a silver-haired figure who had taken off his armor broke in from the door.

The other party quietly took advantage of this short time to search for everything that Du Lin took off his armor. She pushed away the silver armor and looked at the clothes that the other party usually wore to hide but never revealed.

"What is this..." Joan of Arc Alter blushed and held a pair of lace-trimmed red panties with her hands. Women's instincts don't need to think about it deliberately, but they can also feel that this is some kind of too avant-garde underwear.

This thing is too shameful!

She decided to go to the bath and ask Durin about it.

Du Lin, who was spitting out bubbles, sank into the water, and slowly got up in a few minutes. When a figure in a long black dress appeared in his sight, his eyes were frightened. I found that my current role cannot speak.

"Roar!"

"Oh, Berserker, you are very brave sometimes, but you are so timid at this time. It's really boring!" Jeanne Alter still wore the horseshoe helmet on her head, and she took out the clothes she collected from Durin's clothes from behind and put them on To Du Lin: "What is this?"

Du Lin was slightly taken aback. Isn't this the spoils he got after the pre-war BUFF battle with Olga in Chaldea last night?Did he accidentally put it in his Chaldean suit pocket?

"Oh!!" Du Lin got up from the pool.

Joan Alter frowned slightly and glanced at his waist, then pressed him directly, and then slowly said: "You said this is a lucky thing? Will this prevent you from being affected by bad luck?"

Joan of Arc Alter 'heard' his response, and smiled at her playfully: "Berserker, your thing doesn't look like a product of this era."

Du Lin's heart tightened, did he find out? He subconsciously glanced at the Bow of Brilliant Stars placed far away, how would he escape from such a long distance...

"Such an avant-garde product, are you a heroic spirit of the future?" Joan Alter added.

"..." In front of her words, Du Lin felt as uneasy as if he was on a roller coaster.

"Don't worry so much, I won't take your things away. I'm just a little curious about whether there are any materials hidden in your armor. Jill is helping me forge the curse flag in another room. It would be better if it can be strengthened I'm here." She explained her real reason for coming, and at the same time put the small red object on Du Lin's head: "I returned it to you, get up quickly! You need to go outside with me to hunt some flying dragons."

Durin stood up expressionlessly, and took off what belonged to Olga from his head.

Naked and drying his clothes, the witch on one side showed no sign of evasion, and looked at his whole body with great interest: "As a class of Berserker, your figure is too thin. Maybe you were originally Should it be Archer?"

Du Lin frowned and walked aside, put on his own clothes, put on the Chaldean coat, and then put on the silver armor.

Joan of Arc Alter had already walked to the window of the house, stepped forward with one foot and stared back at Durin: "The destination is the previous valley, remember to follow! Berserker."

Du Lin: "..."

Is this woman...is she treating him like a licking dog like Jill to drive him at will?

……

Meanwhile, in the silent city of Orleans.

In the ruins of the city's cathedral, a dying clergyman begs to look at the collapsed statue of the Virgin Mary.

"Ah... Mary... Li... Ya..."

The magic circle of skeleton soldiers and living corpses that remained here during the day, as he dragged his blood, had unknowingly transformed into another form of magic circle.

The sky reflected by the moonlight, the time is perfect.

By sacrificing the dying body, the incomplete items can be replenished.

And finally the statue of the Goddess, signifying what is due to mercy.

Before one dies nostalgia for the inhibitions inspired by that poor girl who was burned to death in the Place de Lyon.