Chapter 262 - Everyone Has Their Own Ideas (1/2)

“You can tell how much… soul strength we have?” Link pursued curiously.

Ans nodded. “Although we elves don’t have many skills, we are very shrewd with detecting soul fluctuations.”

His gaze traced over Roland, Schuck, and Betta in turn, and finally stopped at Link and said, “I can see that most of you Golden Sons don’t have truly long lifespans.”

“Can you see how much life I have, then?” Link asked.

Ans smiled, and instead of answering him, looked at Betta and said, “I should leave, or else the patrols will find me with you guys.”

As a n.o.ble elf, Ans was reluctant to talk to barbarians.

After he said that, he slowly flew up and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

When Ans left, the atmosphere at the scene became stiff once again.

Hawk looked at the three men from F6 and the dragoness, and after some thought, he said, “Schuck, why not let Suel look at the attributes, or he won’t be pleased.”

“He won’t be pleased, but I will?” Schuck’s expression grew gloomier. “I told you it was a gift from the G.o.ddess, a gift from her to me, and it definitely is. Not to mention that when Suel gets it, he might just stuff it in his Backpack and not return it, and might even soil my necklace.”

“What are you talking about? Schuck, don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re a Saint Samurai with a little dragoness!” Suell snorted. “How dare you doubt my character?”

“Hehehehehe!”

Not only did Schuck laugh, but Roland and Betta both laughed.

The faces on the other side were all gloomy.

When Schuck finished laughing, he said, “What, you can just doubt my character, but I can’t doubt yours?”

Suel yelled, “You’re just shoving false arguments down my throat!”

He then looked to Hawk. “What do you think, Deputy Leader?”

Hawk looked at Suel, then at Schuck, and began to frown—he too found this situation difficult to deal with.

Suel saw that Hawk didn’t take action, but he put his hand on the hilt of his sword first.

Schuck and Roland both became expressionless at the same time, a sign that they were ready to make a move.

But it was at this moment that the Priest Rommel, who hadn’t uttered a word beside them, spoke.

“No need to argue. To tell the truth, that spear of light is indeed densely covered with the divine power of light. And we all saw that the spear of light was stuck into the green dragon’s corpse—it couldn’t possibly have committed suicide.”

Suel turned his head sharply and snapped at Rommel, “Shut your mouth, you double-crossing idiot.”

Rommel frowned deeply and looked at Suel, not saying a word.

Hawk took a deep breath. “Rommel, is everything you said true?”

Rommel nodded gravely. “One hundred percent divine power of light, no impurities at all.”

Rommel was a Priest of the Church of Life and could distinguish the nature of divine power.

“I told you to shut up.” Suel’s face was full of humiliation and anger. “Can’t you understand human language?”

This furious shout was so sharp and violent that everyone looked at Suel.

Suel stared at Rommel as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Now that the situation was clear, Schuck snorted, took Margret’s hand, and turned to go.

Roland and Betta both immediately followed.