National Football Team Third held the white-board Revolver, looking expectantly at the Wolf Butler. Everyone else wore a different expression. The little detective girl covered her forehead with one hand, while Fatty Pi studied the Wolf Butler with considerable interest. Gold-Rimmed Glasses Man gave National Football Team Third a thumbs-up, and Third smiled shyly.
"Your fate... will be very eventful."
The Wolf Butler's words were somewhat cryptic. He had neither refused nor agreed.
"Very... eventful."
Third panicked. His gaze shifted between the white-board Revolver and the golden Revolver. In the end, he put away the white-board Revolver, picked up Fate's Dominator, held the gun in one hand, and aimed the muzzle at his own head.
"Right!"
Third suddenly thought of something.
"Wolf Butler, can I write a will first? If I kick the bucket, then at least I can..."
Before Third could finish, he noticed the Wolf Butler staring straight at him.
"Ha, I was only joking."
National Football Team Third took a deep breath. The equipment on his body quickly vanished. A moment later, he had removed most of it, leaving only defensive equipment. Not only that, he also transferred all the emergency supplies in his personal Storage Space into the team's Storage Space, along with the equipment he had taken off.
Third was an honest man. More importantly, he knew that Fate's Dominator was far too powerful. From the impact between the previous bullet and the shield, he judged that his own defenses would almost certainly fail to block this shot.
Unfortunately, the National Football Team Trio's ranks were still too low. If they developed the Paladin class to a certain level, the three of them would be able to master invincibility-type skills. With those skills, the National Football Team Trio would be so outrageously shameless that their