I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Hey hey, aren't you refugees from the previous village?" He was walking on the side of the road, and a chubby street vendor said with a smile.

"It's none of your business." The middle-aged man behind the old village chief said angrily.

The businessman smiled and didn't care about him at all. He faced Du Lin and said, "Little brother, look at your luxurious clothes. Are you from the desert? I suggest you not to be surrounded by these naive and ignorant people." It’s good to be bewitched by the villagers..."

"Bewitched?"

He glanced at the married woman next to Du Lin, and commented: "Besides, this kind of stuff is good, but after all, she has already given birth to a child. Isn't the tightness of a girl better?"

"what are you saying?"

"Uh... Did I offend you? Oh, I'm really sorry, I won't stop you if you have different tastes. But I suggest you don't give them hope..." The businessman ignored the advice of the angry refugee behind Durin Said.

Du Lin frowned: "What do you mean?"

"They saw you a few miles away, and they came to escort you to the holy ceremony, right? They thought that you could go if the gorgeous young man went in yesterday. But the holy ceremony is not just about looking good. ...Of course I didn't mean to insult you, little brother. You can bring this group of villagers here, little brother, which is enough to see that you have a kind heart. It's just..."

Du Lin looked at him suspiciously, perhaps relying on these merchants to inquire about Camelot's information: "Just what?"

"The empty hopes you gave, even killed them because of their stupidity and your innocence. The more glamorous the place, the less good it is."

His words did not seem to belong to people of this era, so Du Lin became interested instead.

"Is there anything that needs to be paid attention to in the sacred ceremony?"

The businessman laughed dryly: "I dare not comment on that ceremony here, but those who pass the ceremony and survive can indeed guarantee their lives, but I have never seen anyone who has not passed the ceremony."

Du Lin couldn't help but startled: "You mean."

The businessman chuckled: "They expect you to bring them into the Holy City..."

Before the businessman could finish his sentence, there was an angry shout from behind Du Lin.

"To shut up!"

"What do you know?"

"My lord, please don't be fooled by such profiteers."

The businessman snorted out of self-indulgence: "Forget it, believe it or not is your business, I say this for your own good. If you want to survive, you should rely on yourself instead of being nostalgic for the illusory call here.

And brother, you are a kind person, but please don’t feel guilty because of your kindness. "

Hearing what he said, Du Lin couldn't help but wonder. Seeing that the businessman was about to put away the vendors and was about to leave, he finally asked, "Has no one tried to break into this holy city?"

"Break?" The businessman shook his head with a smile at his magical idea, and he pointed to the night sky: "There may be a slight chance for the powerful people now, but ordinary residents...even the solemn knights cannot pass Not to mention the Knight of the Round Table who led the candidates who passed the Holy Baptist into the Holy Capital every day... Huh?"

His 'uh', Du Lin couldn't help asking in his eyes: "Did you feel anything?"

"No...something that happens every day at this time."

"Is that so..." Du Lin was a little regretful. He originally suspected that this was a magician who also came from a foreign land, but it turned out to be just an ordinary person.

However, having said that, Durin looked up at the top of his head.

In the sky, an invisible golden ripple suddenly began to envelop them, and the sky above them, the scene that was about to enter the night, suddenly became like the scene of the dawn and the sun rising.

"This is?" Du Lin looked up at the sky.

The merchant's face changed slightly: "I don't intend to participate in the Holy Baptism, so let's take a step first. Young brother, you should go too!"

He quickly packed his luggage and fled in a hurry as if avoiding disaster.

Du Lin obviously felt something was wrong, and suddenly looked towards the closed front door. There was a magical power coming from there, which was as hot as a fire.

Du Lin was among the refugees, looking at the old village head and the refugees behind him: "Go back first, thank you for sending us here."

Although this sentence seems very ruthless, they brought information for themselves, but they did not pay for it.

However, the ceremony might not be easy to pass through the words of the merchant before, otherwise there would not be so many villagers gathered under the chalk wall.

"No, we will watch you bring Sharia and Lu Shide in with him here." The refugees resolutely expressed their position.

Du Lin shook his head amusedly, and said seriously: "As the businessman said, I can't bear your life or death, including theirs..."

"Won't uncle take us in?" Lu Shide raised his head.

Du Lin touched his little head: "I may not be your savior either."

Hearing these words, the weak wife let go of his hand a little palely, which caused another embarrassment to appear on Du Lin's face.

"Don't worry, I will return the reward for this time in the future."

"grown ups……"

During their conversation, the group of refugees surrounding the chalk wall became noisy, and the rising sun in the sky rose to the high noon sun in just a few minutes.

Du Lin looked up. Although this completely violated the laws of nature, there was nothing worth mentioning at the singularity point, but it had already proved the strength of the knights guarding the city.

There were noisy exclamations, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the bright sky that was gradually turning into night. Under the change of this sound and the picture, the main entrance of the Chalk Wall opened soon, and a group of solemn and respectful people walked out of it. The true knight and leader.

"Please calm down, this is a miracle brought by the Lion King!"

Bright Dog... Du Lin murmured subconsciously.

Gao Wen walked slowly to the main entrance, and two teams of scrupulous and upright knights stood on either side of him. According to his words, all the refugees shrouded in golden light patterns stopped whispering.

Instead, the curtain of golden light streaks also began to shrink.