"You're dead!" Castor was stunned.

"You're done." Kamodes looked at Su Ye with sympathy.

"You can even kill yourself when you were younger than me." Mitayard smiled kindly.

"It depends on your old age, otherwise I wouldn't dare to say that." Su Ye said with a smile.

Mitayard glanced at Ajiman, whose figure was fading, and said, "She is a poor person. If she doesn't kill you in the future, let her go for my sake."

Su Ye frowned slightly and asked, "It has something to do with the clay tablet of fate?"

Mithayad sighed, nodded slightly, then looked at Euclid and smiled and said, "You guy is doing well, how are you hurt? Medells has arrived from Delphi and will treat you soon... Well... It seems that she is too lazy to care about you, so she is back. The people from Athens have also returned."

Mithayad said, taking a look at the direction of Athens.

"It's nothing, a little bit of injury, it's better to recover for half a month. It's worth it to earn another 100,000 gold eagle!" Euclid looked proud.

Miteyard patted Comodes on the shoulder, touched Castor's head in doting, and then smiled and nodded to the Spartan warriors.

The Spartans were flattered and hurriedly stood up straight, raised their chests and raised their heads, and their faces were full of glory.

Castor hates being treated as a child the most. If it were someone else, he was already furious, but now he is not only very docile, but he even squints his eyes and smiles.

"General Mitayard, the victory gun in your hand..." Su Ye stopped halfway.
Chapter completed!