“Qin Lun, shall we go back first?” Rice smiled and waved her fleshy hands at Qin Lun. She happily turned around and left. This girl had gained a lot from this mission with the two great murderers. Even if there were two other Apostle who shared the spoils, she still made a lot of money.

Although it wasn’t much compared to Qin Lun and the other two, it was important to know that the mission world belonged to a foreign war. Of the three people who entered together, she was the only one who felt relaxed and happy as if she was on an outing.

‘”Right, your guild” Qin Lun suddenly remembered something and blurted out.

“Big Sister Kelly said that if you take me through the last world safely, this Black Iron Team will give it to you. In any case, the servants in your family can also be used!” Before Qin Lun could finish speaking, Rice’s voice came from afar.

“Why hasn’t Boss Grant come out yet?” Looking at Rice’s graceful back, Lily curled her lips in displeasure and curled her hair with her fingers in boredom.

“Wait!” Qin Lun helplessly spread out his hands, puzzled by Grant’s actions in the teleportation room.

“He’s out … Eh, there’s another person following him!” Lily blinked her eyes and asked curiously, “Boss Qin Lun, didn’t you say that there are only the three of you on this mission?”

Qin Lun casually replied, “Oh, probably an acquaintance in the teleportation hall …” However, when he saw the figure behind Grant clearly, his eyes instantly widened and he opened his mouth. Suddenly, he felt that his brain was running out of energy.

‘”This … she … that …” Lily also saw the figure clearly at this time, her mouth slightly blurred in shock. She turned to look at Qin Lun and then at the two people opposite her.

“You, you … Grant, you resurrected her?” After all, Qin Lun’s mind was firm, and he quickly regained his senses. He looked at Grant with a complicated expression, as if he had known his companion again.

“Haha, I can scarcely frighten you. Seeing your expressions, I feel that any price is worth it.” Grant clapped his hands and laughed loudly. He turned around to let the figure behind him leave. “Let me officially introduce my new servant, Apostle-Intergula van Brooke Wengers Hessien!”

That’s right, the tall woman behind Grant, wearing a white woolen coat, with blonde hair and a firm expression, was Intergula, who had been beheaded by Grant and resurrected by him.

At this time, the head of the HELLSING mechanism was looking at them with a face full of displeasure. The arrogance of the British made it a little difficult for her to accept the fact that she was rescued by the enemy.

“Who is your servant? Don’t forget that there is still an indissoluble hatred between us. When I return your favor this time, we will still be enemies!” Intergula curled his lips in disdain and habitually put his hand into his embrace, only to discover that Grant had only prepared clothes for her without a cigar box.

“Where are my cigarettes?” The woman raised her fair chin and looked at Grant coldly.

“Alright!” The corner of Grant’s mouth twitched slightly as he took out a silver cigar box and handed it to Intergula. It seemed that it was a living item that he had just exchanged from the starry sky.

Intergula took the cigar box and smoothly took out a cigar. Then he turned his face and looked at Grant with his eyes sideways.

“What?” Grant looked blankly at the proud woman.

“A lighter! A blind man!” Intergula hooked his finger at Grant and said indifferently, “Remember the Zippo brand!”

“Pu!” Lily finally couldn’t help smiling and turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

“Grant, you’re doing this on your own! Aren’t you worried that she’ll stab you in her sleep?” Qin Lun’s expression was a little strange as he quietly teased on the guild channel, “Perhaps this is the best thing for you?”

“She … with her personality, shouldn’t she? Since she has become Apostle … I will slowly train her!” Grant’s eyes flickered, his expression a little hesitant, but he casually exchanged a lighter for Intergula’s.

“You’re the one being taught, right?” Qin Lun glanced around and found that it was really Zippo’s brand. He was speechless.

“Lily, let’s go!” Qin Lun indifferently shrugged his shoulders, nodded slightly at Intergula, and then turned around to leave. It was Grant’s choice anyway, and he wasn’t interested in joining in.

“If you are Klug, then … he is Gerthard!” Looking at Qin Lun’s departing figure, Intergula’s pupils shrank slightly. A strange expression appeared on his face and he smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect that a real person’s appearance would be so unremarkable!”

…

“Boss Qin Lun, why do you think Boss Grant wants to resurrect an enemy?” On the way back, Lily couldn’t help but ask, “You destroyed the corpse like that, and you actually managed to survive!”

“Grant’s Slaughter Heritage is different from mine. As long as the human skin fragment hasn’t completely fused into the mask, the soul will have a chance to peel off again!” Qin Lun explained calmly, “As for why he resurrected Intergula, I think he should have his own considerations!”

Qin Lun didn’t explain it to Lily, but he could vaguely guess why Grant wanted to resurrect Intergula.

Among the five murderers, he had several servants. ‘”Beauty” Lily and Disciple Hansen walked closest, which was equivalent to Hansen’s servant. ‘”Handsome guy” Silva favoured the shepherd, while Fireworks Rand was somewhat special. In fact, after Rand told the truth about how he had become a murderer, he could almost be eliminated from the ranks of murderers.

Apart from being extremely paranoid about fire, Rand didn’t have any mental problems with the other murderers. After explaining the truth, his relationship with the others quickly grew warmer, and it was easier for him to integrate into the team than anyone else.

Moreover, Rand’s combat ability was very special. He rarely fought one-on-one. Instead, it was an indispensable part of team battles. In the future, as long as it was a team battle, his share of the profits would be indispensable. His fighting style was already determined, and whether he had a servant or not did not affect his team’s right to speak.

In this way, Grant, the clown, was the only true solitary murderer. Normally, a strong MT like Grant would have no lack of voice in any team.

However, the Killer Demon Team formed by Qin Lun and the others was very special. Each of them had a very strong ability to fight alone. Taking Qin Lun as an example, after obtaining the Devil Transformation, he had largely gotten rid of his dependence on MT. It wasn’t that he didn’t need it, but that he needed it less often, affecting Grant’s importance to the team.

In this situation, Grant naturally had a sense of crisis and wanted to find a trusted servant, Apostle.

However, murderers like Grant would find it difficult to gain the trust of other Apostle. Moreover, it was not easy to find a powerful servant, especially since this servant was a clown that could catch his eye.

In this respect, Intergula is indeed a suitable candidate. The original head of HELLSING had a family background. As a vampire hunter from an aristocratic family, she had received combat training since childhood, and her foundation was very solid. As Apostle, she was more suited than some bloodline trash superhuman.

Moreover, if he was truly a superhuman, Grant might not be able to pay the upper limit of his lifespan that would bring him into the shattered starry sky.

As for the hatred between Intergula, Grant, and even Qin Lun, it wasn’t a big deal.

She was killed and resurrected by Grant, and there was no grudge. The two vampire servants of the woman, Alcatel, did not perish in the Battle of London. Serras died at Lancelot’s hands, and the servants of Hellsings Manor were killed by the Holy See Crusaders. It had nothing to do with Qin Lun and the other two.

Although there was national hatred on both sides, since Intergula had become Apostle, that position had dissipated. As Grant said, as long as she had experienced a few mission worlds, that woman would slowly get used to it. This was the only way for all Apostle.

Most importantly, Intergula was respected and acknowledged by Grant before she died. With her stubborn personality, as long as she acknowledged that the clown was one of her own, the probability of betrayal was practically zero.

Even though she had always harbored grudges, with that woman’s personality and temperament, she still seemed to disdain plotting against her companions. At most, they would part ways with Grant. It was indeed worth a bet, and the chances of success were not small.

Thinking of this, Qin Lun not only secretly admired the clown’s choice, even though this fellow’s planning ability was inferior to his and Shepherd Hill’s, his mind was meticulous and far exceeded that of an ordinary Apostle. Adding on his outstanding combat talent that surpassed those of the other Killer Demons, the future Killer Demon Team would definitely have a place for him.

Just thinking of Intergula’s stubborn and arrogant personality, Qin Lun couldn’t help but have a bad taste in his heart.

“Could it be that the clown’s tyrannical personality is actually concealed by his M attribute? With his childhood experience of being abused, it seems impossible!” Qin Lun rubbed his chin with a strange expression.

…

Looking at the villa from afar, Frank and the two little ones were already waiting on the steps.

“Master!” Didi shook his small hand at him, his sharp green ears trembling slightly, showing an extremely happy mood. Although Qin Lun had only been in and out of the quest world for over an hour, Little Goblin, who had personally experienced the quest world, was still overjoyed that his master had successfully crossed a quest world. Especially since this quest world was extremely likely to fight against the Samsara Reincarnation Reincarnation Reincarnation Reincarnation Reincarnation Reincarnation.

“Young Master, you’re back!” Frank rubbed his palms and smiled honestly. Schiff, who was beside him, did not say anything, but his gaze did not leave Qin Lun. He looked at him with concern.

“Squeak!” Seemingly feeling that everyone had forgotten about him, the little squirrel crawled out of Schiff’s collar, raised its upper body and whispered to Qin Lun twice, happily wagging its fluffy tail.

“Haha, let’s go inside!” Looking at the warm scene in front of him, an unprecedented warmth surged in Qin Lun’s heart, making him feel both full and unfamiliar.