"The Hero Who Kills. I have an idea. When the calamity comes again, I'll execute you directly. If you really are lucky enough, then the calamity shouldn't come." Mel smiled with pursed lips.
"Then let's not do that! If you attack me, even bigger trouble will definitely follow." The Lucky Apostle was not afraid of death; she simply did not approve of Mel's methods.
The two courses of action seemed to conflict, but before Mel could kill her, something even more troublesome would surely happen.
After returning to Exar's land once more, Mel took out a map.
It was a complete map that covered everywhere except the eastern desert.
"Miss Luck, point to a place. Where do you think the Holy Sword and the Hero are? You're so lucky, you'll definitely guess right."
Mel intended to fully exploit the Lucky Apostle's usefulness. Such a useful authority had to be put to good use.
The Lucky Apostle casually pointed to the northern part of the Gard Kingdom, the place where she had once built an army during her amnesia.
Although she later abandoned that place and fled to Exar, quite a few people had still traveled all the way from Gard to Exar to join the Commoner Army once again.
"Does disaster always appear wherever you show up?" Mel asked the Lucky Apostle again.
The Lucky Apostle had always been incredibly lucky. She could even enhance a weapon to its limit—a [+99] iron sword, something games did not even dare imagine.
"More or less. But most of the time, it has nothing to do with me. I'm not the one causing the disasters! I just happen to show up wherever disasters occur." The tomboy looked somewhat dejected. She hated being alone, yet she could not stay in one city for too