But what did Slime do wrong?

Limulu must swear that in his decades of life, he has never encountered such a strange thing.

No, you said that if you robbed some valuable gold and jewelry, that's fine, this is still within the scope of understanding; but, robbing a skull?

Limulu really doesn't understand this operation.

He sighed, and knocked casually on the table beside him.

In the next second, Diablo responded completely, and didn't even need Limuru to blink his eyes.

"Master Rimuru."

The demon lowered his head, his tone respectful and his eyes fanatical.

"Do you have any orders?"

"The skull that you were asked to take to Scepter4 for testing was snatched away when it was sent back."

Limuru said in distress.

"I'll leave this matter to you to solve. Although it's strange, let's get it back..."

"Yes, Rimuru-sama."

As a professionally trained Diablo, even in the face of such an embarrassing situation, he can maintain his demeanor and never laugh.After he responded to the order from Limulu, his figure disappeared from the spot in the next second, so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.

Therefore, Limulu didn't worry too much about this matter.

Limulu has always trusted Diablo's ability to work—he can fight and fight, and do whatever he wants, Diablo is simply one of the best secretaries!

Ah, as for the other secretary Shion...

Even thinking about it now, Limulu still shifted her eyes a little guilty, and a few drops of cold sweat ooze from her forehead.

This...even the Demon Lord, often has to succumb to reality.

After all, if a girl is such a creature, no one can afford it!

In this regard, Limulu is very aware of current affairs.

And Diablo will obviously not live up to Limuru's expectations, or in this world, there are very few situations in this world that can make the original black demon feel troublesome. Most of the time, he can walk sideways .

So it was only the time of Limuru playing a game, and Diablo had already returned with the skull that was stolen halfway.

...Maybe one more thing to add, the guy who took the skull.

It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, now being held by Diablo in his hands, his face was full of panic, and his whole body was trembling like chaff.

Perhaps it was his best effort not to do any other gaffes.

"Master Rimuru."

Diablo handed the skull in his hand to Rimuru while explaining to Rimuru.

"This is the man who took the skull... I brought him here."

"If you have any other doubts about this matter, feel free to ask him."

Diablo showed a... maybe not so kind smile, at least from the perspective of the captured person on the ground, he was no less than the evil spirits in hell who preyed on human brains.

Of course, this poor guy didn't know that the one who captured him was undoubtedly a demon from hell.

"Well done, Diablo."

Rimuru praised him, stared at Diablo's eyes that suddenly lit up, stepped forward a few steps, and came in front of the man.

"Hello." Limulu asked, "Tell me, why did you take this skull away?"

There was an extremely aggrieved look on the man's face.

To be honest, since he was able to snatch something from the members of Scepter4, even if there was a factor of surprise, the strength of the man himself is naturally worthy of praise.

However, even so, in front of that man wearing a black deacon suit and having weird black eyes, he had no power to fight back, and all kinds of methods could be easily defeated by the opponent, and in the end It was like being brought back with a little chick in hand.

This is not without shame.

Now being brought in front of Limuru by Diablo, the man inevitably looked at him a few times, and then his heart was filled with some indescribable emotions.

Why—is the owner of that scary guy actually such a small and delicate young man who doesn't feel out of place even if he uses the word "child" to describe him?

But thinking of the sufficient "education" and warnings that Diablo had given him before, the man still obediently answered the question from Rimuru.

"That's a good summon."

"If this is used as a medium, maybe I can communicate with the soul of [Shibusawa Tatsuhiko], making him my own spirit."

"You know this is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's skull..." Limuru lowered his head, looked at the skull in his hand for a moment, then quickly moved his eyes away, not really wanting to see this thing, " How did you know about it?"

Even he was able to finally confirm the identity of the skull owner with the help of Scepter4, using DNA to trace the source, and comparing it in a huge database.

The man muttered: "Oh, it was a kind Russian who told me this news."

Rimuru: "...a kind Russian?"

who is it?Could it be some kind of information dealer?

But compared to that, Limulu was more interested in the other information revealed by the man: "What do you mean by holding a spirit?"

He thought of the Fourth Holy Grail War that he encountered in Fuyuki City that day, so he asked further: "Is it another way to refer to [Heroic Spirit]?"

"..."

The man was starting to panic.

What, it looks like a junior high school student at most, why do you have such a terrible subordinate, and you can talk about the legendary "heroic spirit" with your mouth shut?

Are all children nowadays so scary?

Under the domination of such emotions, the man treated Limuru's emotions with a little more caution: "No, naturally it cannot be compared with the heroic spirit."

"My name is Terry Wilder, and I'm a psychic."

In order to better explain the reason to Limuru, the man introduced himself.

"The so-called psychic is a new profession separated from ancient professions such as onmyoji and shaman."

"We are people who can connect with nature and communicate directly with gods, elves, and spirits of the dead. Through this kind of communication, we can use the power of these spirits of nature or spirits of death to transform into a part of ourselves. , to achieve certain goals.”

"So you want to treat Tatsuhiko Shibusawa as your own... um, do you have a spirit?"

Rimuru felt as if she understood a little bit.

Terry nodded generously and admitted: "Exactly."

"The 500-year Shaman King competition is about to begin, but I don't have a very handy spirit possession yet."

"It just so happened that one of my distant cousins ​​was a supernatural being. Through his matchmaking, I got help from a kind Russian. He told me about [Supernatural being killer] Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's death long ago , and suggested that I make Shibusawa Tatsuhiko my own spirit."

While Terry said this, he looked at the skull in Limulu's hand.

Among the three people present, only he could see that next to the skull, lay a young man with long white hair and his eyes closed as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep. Wherever the skull went, he would unconsciously float there. where.

If someone you know sees it, then you can recognize it at a glance. Isn't this Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Terry's heart suddenly filled with sadness.

Ah, what a beautiful and powerful spirit-holding spirit this was supposed to be!

It's a pity that now, just missed him like this——

Sad tears flowed down the face of the 1.9-meter strong man.

Limuru was taken aback by his crying, and the teenager reflexively took a step back, then looked at Diablo with some surprise and self-doubt: "I didn't do anything, did I?"

"Of course not." Diablo was decisive, and at the same time raised his hand and slapped Terry on the shoulder fiercely, "How could you go too far?"

Diablo turned his head and smiled at Terry: "Sir, are you right?"

"..."

Terry listened to his bones cracking slightly in fear, and nodded hastily.

"No, I was too moved, too moved."

"Well, so according to your words, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's soul should always be there, right? But why can't I see it?"

Limuru raised the skull in his hand, looked left and right, but couldn't see any difference.

Terry was taken aback.

"You possess witch power—and as long as you possess witch power, you have the qualifications to become a psychic. Logically speaking, it is impossible to be invisible."

He thought for a while: "It should be blocked by some [existence]? This kind of thing has also happened."

"Try to imagine that there is a door to the power in the body, which is usually hidden, and now you are going to push it open—"

***

"Good sir?"

Sitting on a huge rock, the young man with wine-red long hair seemed to feel something. When he looked up, he happened to see a shooting star in the night sky piercing the long night.

His actions woke up the little girl who was sleeping next to her, who rubbed her eyes and made an indistinct sound.

"It's nothing, go on to sleep, Oba Qiu."

The young man called "good lord" stared at the bonfire in front of him, pinched his fingers for divination, and chuckled after a while.

"It's an old friend."