Chapter 1038

"No... no need to look for King Hassan?" Cursed Arm looks at Lin Ye in front of him.

"No need." Lin Ye nods affirmatively. Lin Ye certainly doesn't look down on King Hassan, but he really doesn't need him here, so it's better to let him go to the next singularity and wait.

"Then no need." Cursed Arm stops talking. Compared to King Hassan, whom he hasn't met twice, he trusts Lin Ye more. After all, he has seen Lin Ye's strength with his own eyes.

Lin Ye nods, and then seems to remember something else:

"However, although King Hassan is not needed, the Three-Pointed Hermes is still very good. Let's go, Mash, come with me to move that thing home."

"Three-Pointed Hermes!" Mash is also startled. Of course, she knows what this thing is.

The core of the Atlas Institute, the full name is: Pseudo-Spirit Calculation Processor Three-Pointed Hermes.

It is equivalent to a computer with super-strong calculation power, which can record, collect, and distinguish the many pieces of information in the world. As long as you input a question into it, you can get the answer you need. Of course, some answers are hidden and require the best authority to open.

However, Mash still nods. She is very obedient; as long as Lin Ye doesn't destroy human history, she will do whatever Lin Ye tells her to do.

"By the way, there's also your Spirit Origin; it's time for you to know its true name."

"Ah! Yes, Senior!" Mash nods excitedly. Can she finally know who she is?

The next second, Lin Ye takes Mash and leaves the village directly.

And at the Azrael Temple, watching Lin Ye and Mash bypass him directly, King Hassan also sighs helplessly.

"I'm old... but that's fine, with Lin Ye here, I don't need to waste time here."

After King Hassan finishes speaking, his whole figure disappears from the spot.

Holy City, Camelot.

In the hall, a purple figure walks in directly; it is Lancelot, who has just returned from the station. As soon as Lancelot enters, he finds that the situation in front of him is a bit wrong. The five Knights of the Round Table present are looking at each other, their eyes filled with vigilance, which makes the atmosphere in the hall exceptionally solemn, even deathly silent!