I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Speaking of which, how much life do I have left?"

The system responded like this: [Manager, your physical activity time is currently January 673, 1. 】

"It's enough." Du Lin thought about the next twenty-three plans.

Then... the next step is to go to the cafeteria.

Du Lin looked at the pungent bloody smell in the room and frowned slightly.

He walked to the bathroom, picked up the shower head, and drew a rune.

A round of silver magic circuit loomed on the surface of Du Lin's skin, just scratching it down and before chanting, Du Lin felt a subtle difference from usual.

"It's so smooth..." he said in surprise.

The compatibility with the ether in the atmosphere becomes higher, and this hand releases magic, as if naturally carrying a magic dress that increases the output speed of magic power.

Du Lin picked up the bathroom cleaning fluid again and began to chant.

[Os...Afre! 】

The basic [Enhanced Amplification] is an engineering magic.

Turning on the shower head and the cleaning liquid immediately increased the washing speed and cleaning speed of the shower head.

"The power has also been increased?" Du Lin looked at his arm in surprise. According to Medea, it should be called elemental affinity in the Age of Gods, right?

The red quilt on the bed board was washed to the ground, and blood soaked in blood poured out of the bed from the floor.After turning off the shower head, Du Lin went out and pushed the absorbent quilt to the center, and then drew a magic circle on the floor along the blood.

[ki...li! 】

Snapped!

"The quilt disappeared on the floor and was transported to a different space, or somewhere in the current world or a parallel world." After finishing this, Du Lin sprayed some magic potion presented by Medea in the room .

The faint sweet smell covered up the original smell of blood.

"That's it!" Du Lin wiped away the traces of the magic circle on the ground.

He didn't know that the effect of this magic teleported the quilt to the outside of Chaldea outside of its time, and then cleverly fell in front of a long-haired woman in a kimono in Tokyo in a parallel time and space. Putting the quilt on the tip of the nose and sniffing gently, a pair of magic eyes slowly revealed happiness, and the knife under the sleeve robe slowly shone with silver light.

Taking a deep breath, when the room was completely refreshed, Du Lin opened the door of the dormitory.

It was evening, and there was no one in the corridor.The old sword's body slowly emerged from the release of the spirit body.

"Saber, thank you for your hard work."

"No... I don't have a big problem." Jiu Jian said with a straight face.

The pupils under the hood of the old sword stared at the pale skin and silver hair of the figure in front of him, slightly startled.

Twenty-four hours have passed since the man's screams filled the door yesterday.Although he didn't know what happened inside, it must have been a scene comparable to self-harm.

However, from the door, he didn't see any traces of blood left inside. The only thing that changed was Godot's physique in front of him.

It looked unremarkable, as if nothing had changed.But for him with an intuition A, the magic power in Gordo's body in front of him has reached a terrifying situation.

It's like... a monster!

And his hands, is it his illusion?He seemed to see a silver magic circuit emerge and then disappear.

As usual, he didn't choose to ask anything, just pointed at the top of Du Lin's head: "Master, your hair has changed color."

Is it the consumption of vitality in exchange for such magic power?

It's just why he can't feel the disappearance of his vitality at all, but with the soaring magic power, Godot standing in front of him is like an ancient tree.

Du Lin looked at the translucent floor and saw a head of silver hair in front of his eyes. He paused slightly.

"This is really troublesome, you stay here for a while."

"Yes!"

Du Lin entered the door, took out Medea's magic potion in front of the table, sifted out a bottle of black liquid from it, and poured it on his head.

After using magic to condense and penetrate into the hair, Du Lin walked out of the door again, and his original black hair had been restored.

"There will be no problem then."

Old Jian nodded stiffly. It was a magic potion that he didn't know what to do, and he dared to pour it on his head.

"By the way, did someone come to see me yesterday?"

"Your Miss Olga came once, and the young Joan of Arc came once. But it was after your voice." Old Jian said bluntly.

Du Lin let out an oh and there was no more to say, this bodyguard Saber has always been a reassuring follower.

"That, Master. Your strength increase..." Old Jian hesitated a little, then obviously felt the opponent's brow wrinkled, and his tone changed: "Although this is not my job, but..."

Du Lin smiled: "Thank you very much. However, this is my own decision. Please rest assured, I will not do anything like overdrawing my life."

"..." Looking at his expression, Jiu Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say much.

"I'm going to eat, and I will probably need your guardianship for the next few days. How about it? I don't think you have experienced the Chaldean dinner except for the night of Christmas Eve. Do you want to experience it?"

"Hey?"

"Let's go... Let me recommend a very good dish to you, Olga's special sea cucumber soup, you haven't tried it yet, have you?"