I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Cursing Wrist looked at the children who were playing in the flowers, and finally sighed helplessly and stretched out his left hand towards Mordred.

"I, Hassan the Cursedwrist, is willing to be your subordinate, remember to keep your heart safe, because I may take it at any time."

Mordred glanced at Cursed Wrist's left hand and pouted in disgust.

"Who said you were my subordinate, it was just a help."

The corner of the curse wrist twitched, and Arash raised his hand with a smile and put his arm around the shoulder of the curse wrist.

"Isn't it good? Those who can fight will fight, and those who cannot fight will live in peace. Whether it is successful or not, this will be a journey without regrets."

"The negotiation is successful, which is really gratifying, but the situation is not much better," Sidica scratched her hair.

Although there are two more servants, the village is mostly women and children, and they cannot provide much combat power, and most of them are sheltered, so it is obviously unrealistic for them to set foot on the battlefield.

"There is also a West Village here, and there is Hassan there," Cursed Wrist put down his left hand, "but Hassan there also has a strong distaste for the Knights of the Round Table just like me, and even I have a hard time convincing her."

"It just means to fight again," Mordred shook his arm, "I'm good at this."

"If possible, please reduce the number of fights," Sidica raised her hand and patted Mordred's shoulder heavily, "The cool and reliable image I built for you is about to collapse by you. "

"So what, Lord Mordred's charisma can completely conquer them," Mordred spread his hands indifferently.

"No, it's all because you looked so dignified at first that we talked about it."

Cursedwrist and Arash waved at the same time.

"If I knew you were Mordred at the beginning, who would negotiate with you, even if I could start negotiating, I would talk to you with the idea of ​​[this guy doesn't want to pull us to self-destruct together]."

Mordred's mouth twitched.

You bunch of appearance associations!

"Is there any way to make Hassan of the West Village listen to our intentions calmly," Sidika said helplessly, "I am a pacifist, so if you can reduce the fighting, I will reduce it as much as possible."

Cursed wrist touched the back of his head.

He remembered that Hidicah's way of proving his innocence was by punching him in the ground.

I could kill you, but I just knocked you out, so I don't mean anything.

Very hardcore.

"If there is a message from that lord, there should be no Hassan who will not listen," Jing Jing raised his hand weakly.

PS I feel that the recent slot points are a bit too much. The update of science students seems to be yesterday, but it has already ended, and Sister Pao is mighty!

Chapter 20 Getting closer to death

"I said you weren't joking."

Sidica, carrying the package, reluctantly called out to Mordred, who was walking in front of him.

"It's so annoying, you've already asked for the third time."

Mordred waved his hand impatiently.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

The corner of Hidicah's mouth twitched.

【Is that guy strong? 】

【Killing you is as easy as blowing out a candle】

【Then you need to know about it】

Then they set off on a journey to find the grown-up.

If possible, Sidica hoped that Mordred was joking.

"At least bring someone to lead the way," Sidica glanced at the bottomless cliff beside her and leaned in silently, "Are you sure this is really the right way?"

"Isn't that curse wrist pointing in this direction?" Mordred spread his hands, "and my intuition is very accurate, it must be right to go here."

Yeah, the curse wrist really just raised a finger.

"Sure enough, you should still bring a Hassan," Sidica pinched her neck. "Even if he does find the one they said, he probably doesn't know us."

"Then tie him out," Mordred shrank her neck, and for some reason, she felt a little cold in her neck from the beginning, "and can't you see it? That cursed wrist that is not afraid of death is there I'm afraid, if I'm afraid, there's no need to come together, I'm not afraid anyway."

Hidicah's eyes moved.

Jing Jing originally planned to follow, but her body was shaking, not with excitement, but with fear.

But the respect in their eyes was not false.

The [Hassan] who is feared and respected by the existence named [Hassan].

"Really, Mordred promised me that he will stand behind me when he sees that lord later," Sidica squeezed his left hand, "and don't treat that person with the attitude of treating other Hassans."

Mordred was silent for a while and then cut off unhappily.

This is probably a promise.

After all, it is quite difficult for this girl to admit it, but——

Hassan in Hassan, first and last Hassan.