I! Cleaner!

"Your Highness! The situation can't be delayed any longer!"

Looking at the stunned "Princess Catelyn" in front of him, the head of the Shaman Association, who was loyal to the Great Witch King, couldn't help but paced vigorously, and then urged anxiously:

"That damned Prince Lionheart is here to annex our Mifala! If he continues to do this, it will be over! We must act immediately and arrest him and the Yarn Ball Association! Even... we can kill him directly!"

"..."

Kill him? If you kill him, won't I be the one who dies in the end?

Facing the repeated urging of the head of the Shaman Association, the corners of the mouth of "Princess Catelyn" who was shocked by the sudden change twitched. She felt like she was sandwiched between two muscular men, and she felt like a man on both sides.

If he didn't catch the God of Food, with his speed and ability, it would take less than two days for the entire Kingdom of Witches to be dragged into the [Bedtime Story], and the plan to eliminate the God of Food would be completely in vain.

But the story that had been decided could not be changed drastically. If he wanted to catch him, it would be equivalent to destroying the story that had been decided. At that time, the person who needed to fight against the [Bedtime Story] would become himself instead of the God of Food.

What's more terrible is that once the Bedtime Story was untied in order to stop the God of Food...

Throws shuddered violently when he thought of the underground of the Northern Kingdom, where the descendants of the Earth who were crushed into blood and flesh by mountains, died and lived again, and finally were tortured to surrender as a whole clan.

That damn old man was now in the library a few streets away, not even one kilometer away from him in a straight line! So as long as Wu Youzhishu's [Bedtime Story] stopped, he would not even have 30 seconds to run all the way over and eat him alive!

Isn't this a complete mess?

"Your Highness?"

After waiting for a long time without seeing a response, the president of the Shaman Society could not 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 get rid of the clutches of the God of Food... How come it seems like it's going to end again?

Looking at the "Princess Caitlin" whose face turned pale and red, red and blue, and blue to a little black, the president of the Shaman Society gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Highness! As long as you say a word, I will immediately summon the people of the Shaman Society and dispatch troops to catch him!"

Catch him? Can't catch him! I don't have the ability to do that, you know!

Looking at the Shaman Society president who still couldn't recognize the "situation" at this time and was obsessed with dealing with the God of Food, Thrush couldn't help but reveal a trace of pity in his eyes, and there was also a touch of enlightenment in his eyes when he looked at him.

What great goal of the King-Killing Society, what high-ranking vice-president, what beautiful future of being able to "enjoy" the world after expelling the Cleanup Bureau... The premise is to be alive first!

The God of Food is less than 18 years old this year. He has not even joined the Cleanup Bureau for a year, but he can kill three pillar-level Earth Seedlings. When he is 30 or 40 years old, he will be dead?

According to the situation of the three generations of directors of the Cleanup Bureau, this guy is estimated to live to be 150 years old, and at least he can toss for another 120 years. After such a long time, ten King-Killing Society will not be enough for him to cause trouble!

So what is the story of nothingness, what is the heavenly cicada of all things, what is the scarlet master, what is the sleep of Asur... rubbish! All rubbish! Are your useless rubbish truths worthy of being compared with my [Avoidance of Disasters]?

I have seen clearly that in the next 120 to 30 years, it is not about who has a stronger truth, but who can survive the pursuit of the God of Food!

…

“Okay, don’t worry about him!”

Under the confused eyes of the Shaman Association’s president, “Princess Catelyn” didn’t know what she had figured out. Her temperament suddenly softened, and she even faintly revealed a feeling of “enlightenment” like a monk.

“Let that…Prince Lionheart do whatever he wants. It’s okay.”

“…”

No…it’s still okay even after all this? Are you fucking crazy?

“Your Highness!”

“Okay, go down!”

After waving her hand to signal the Shaman Association’s president to leave, “Princess Catelyn” reached out and touched her earrings that were shaking wildly, and said with a Buddhist look:

“I’ll go back and ask my mother for instructions. You can go and do other important things first.”

“The most important thing now…Your Highness! Your Highness!”

Looking at “Princess Catelyn” who had abandoned him and walked back to the inner court without looking back, the almost mad Shaman Association’s president had to stamp his feet, and then turned around and ran to the outer court.

It seems that His Majesty the Great Witch King and Princess Catelyn can no longer be relied upon. Now only I can stop the ambition of the Lionheart Prince! Even if I will be held accountable later, or even a war breaks out, I will protect this... Hmm?

"Why are you here?"

After stepping into the outer courtyard, the president of the Shaman Association frowned at the two shamans who were trotting towards him:

"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:

"Something happened! After the Lionheart Prince came out of the Silver Philosopher Club, he directly brought the mediums from the Medium Club and blocked the door of our Shaman Club!"

"What! He dared?"

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 deal with it? Drive them away with people? Or just fight them off?"

"this……"

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 before? When I come to His Highness to ask for a warrant, if that damn 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's just that we really can't rush..."

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 the 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 eldest 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 door 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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