Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 827: Great Enlightenment and the Role of Spiritual Mediums

"Your Highness! The situation cannot be delayed any longer!"

Looking at the dumbfounded "Princess Caitlin" in front of him, the president of the shaman association who was loyal to the Great Witch King couldn't help but pacing his feet violently, and then urged anxiously:

"That **** Lion-Hearted Prince is here to annex our Mifala! If he continues like this, it will be over! We must take action immediately to arrest him and the Yarn Ball Association! Even... directly kill him That’s okay!”

“…”

A fatal blow? If you kill him, won't it be me who dies in the end?

Faced with the repeated urgings from the president of the shaman association, "Princess Caitlin" who was shocked to hear the big change couldn't help but twitch her mouth. She felt like she was sandwiched between two muscular men, and she seemed to be a man. Feel.

If he doesn't catch the God of Cookery, with the speed and level of his troubles, it is estimated that in less than two days, the entire Kingdom of Witches will be dragged into the "Bedtime Story" by him, and the plan to eliminate the God of Cookery will be completely in vain. .

But the story that has been set cannot be changed significantly. If you want to catch him, it will be equivalent to destroying the story that has been set. When the time comes, the person who needs to resist the constraints of [Bedtime Story] will change from the God of Cookery to yourself.

What's even more terrible is that once the bedtime story is solved in order to stop the God of Cookery...

Thinking of the underground of the Northern Kingdom, those earth seedlings who were crushed to pieces by mountain peaks, died and lived again, and finally were tortured to the point where their entire clan surrendered, Thrush couldn't help but trembled violently.

That fatal old man is now in the library a few streets away, not even one kilometer away from him in a straight line! So as soon as Wu Youzhi's [Bedtime Story] stops, he might not even have thirty seconds to run over and eat him alive!

Is this not enough?

"Your Highness?"

After waiting for a long time and receiving no response, the president of the Shaman Association couldn't help but said anxiously:

"Your Highness! Say something, Your Highness!"

“…”

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I really don't know what to say, just like I don't know how to escape from the clutches of the God of Cookery... Why does it seem like it's going to end again?

Looking at "Princess Caitlin" whose face turned white and red, red and blue, and even turned black, the president of the shaman association couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Highness! As long as you say a word, I will immediately summon the people from the shaman association and mobilize troops to capture him!"

Catch him? Can't catch it! You don’t have the ability to know!

Looking at the president of the shaman association who still couldn't understand the "situation" at this time and was only thinking about dealing with the God of Cookery, Thrush Crow couldn't help but show a trace of pity in his eyes, and there was also a hint of understanding in his eyes. color.

The great goal of the King-Slaying Society, the high-status vice-president, and the ability to "enjoy" the beautiful future of this world after expulsion and liquidation... The prerequisite is to be alive first!

The God of Cookery is less than 18 years old this year. He didn't even have to work for a year to join the cleanup bureau. He can kill three pillar god-level earth seedlings. When he is thirty or forty years old, he will not be able to go directly to heaven?

Judging from the situation of the third generation director of the Cleanup Bureau, this guy is estimated to live to be 150 years old, and can at least torment for another 120 years. After such a long time, ten king-slaying guilds will not be enough to cause him harm. !

So what nonsense, what Cicada of All Things, what Crimson Lord, what Asul's Sleep... rubbish! It's all rubbish! Are your useless **** truths worthy of comparison with Lao Tzu’s [Disaster Avoidance]?

I finally understood that in the next one hundred, twenty or thirty years, what matters is not who has a stronger grasp of the truth, but who can survive the pursuit of the God of Cookery!

…

"Okay, don't worry about him!"

Under the confused gaze of the president of the shaman association, "Princess Caitlin" didn't know what she had figured out. Her whole temperament suddenly softened, and she even had a vague sense of "enlightenment" like a monk. .

"Let the food...Lion-Hearted Prince do the hard work, it will be fine."

“…”

No...is everything like this still okay? Are you crazy?

"Your Highness!"

"Okay, let's get down!"

After waving the president of the shaman association to leave, "Princess Caitlin" reached out and touched her crazily trembling earrings, and said with a Buddhist look:

"I'll go back and ask mother for instructions. You can go and do other important things first." "The most important thing now is... Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Seeing "Princess Caitlin" abandoning him and walking back to the inner court without looking back, the president of the Shaman Association, who was almost mad, could only stamp his feet, then turned around and ran towards the outer court.

His Majesty the Great Witch King and Princess Caitlin seem to have lost hope. Now only I can stop the ambition of the Lion-Hearted Prince! Even if I will be held accountable later, or even if a war breaks out, I will still protect this... huh?

"Why are you here?"

After striding into the outer court, looking at the two shamans trotting up to greet them, the president of the shaman association frowned and said:

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the club and be ready to take over the city guard at any time? Why are you here?"

"President!"

The two shamans reported anxiously upon hearing this:

"Something happened! After that Lion-Hearted Prince came out of the Silver Philosopher Club, he took the psychics from the Psychic Club directly and blocked the door of our Shaman Club!"

"What! He dares?"

The president of the Shaman Association was shocked when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and asked:

"How did you respond? Bring people to drive them away? Or just fight them off?"

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After hearing their president's inquiry, the two shamans couldn't help but look at each other, and then replied calmly:

"We told everyone not to go out, and then we ran out of the tunnel to report to you..."

"waste!"

The president of the shaman association was furious when he heard this.

"Didn't I say it before? When I come to His Highness to ask for a warrant, if that **** Lion-Hearted Prince dares to come to your door, don't accept any bets and just start chasing people away?"

"President, it's not that we don't want to rush it, it's just that we really can't rush it..."

The older of the two shamans couldn't help but explain with a bitter look:

"After the psychics in the psychic club surrendered to him, they rushed directly to the cemetery outside the city overnight and used secret techniques to bring back the souls of everyone's deceased elders from the world of death. I had just led people out of the main entrance. When I opened my mouth to speak, my father immediately scolded me."

"ah?!!"

"President, not only my father, but also your father were invited here, as well as your grandma, your aunt, your second aunt...

"What did you say?!!"

"I mean...President, your elders are the most invited to come back."

Recalling the scene of ghosts floating around outside the door, the elderly shaman couldn't help but said with a troubled face:

"And they may not know that you are not inside, and they want to force you out of the club. They are constantly exposing your background at the entrance of our club. When we ran out, we were already talking about how you wet the bed at the age of fifteen. "

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