"He's right!" Netiya nodded vaguely as she chewed the potato chips in her mouth.

"But..." Selena was a little anxious and grabbed Dikao's shoulder with both hands, "That's a fifth-level paladin!"

"There's nothing to do..." Dikao smiled and grabbed her hand, "If you run away this time, your dream of killing gods will not be achieved!"

Selena was silent, and then the expression on her face became entangled.

About a minute, Selena gritted her teeth and shook her arm heavily and said, "It's okay! I'll go with you! Let's go to a place isolated from the world..."

"But you will never be happy in your life," Dikao said, "And will you never fight again?"

"I can..."

"How can you improve your class if you don't fight?" Dikao asked, "If you don't fight, you can only live to two hundred years at most. I am a second-level demon now, and my lifespan is more than 1,200 years. Do you want me to be alone in my portrait alone every day for the next thousand years?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Selena was a little angry and started yelling.

"I thought I was afraid," Dikao said, "but in fact, I really don't have the feeling of fear."

"You're crazy! You're absolutely crazy!" Selena murmured to herself two steps back.

"The fifth-level paladin is not a class worth despair," Nitia suddenly raised her head, "Don't forget, I still have a fifth-level magic scroll."

"Yes!" Selena's eyes lit up, then she shook her head, "But, how can we ensure that this scroll can work at that time?"
Chapter completed!