"Hmph, you underestimate the inventory of this king." Gilgamesh shifted his gaze and snorted coldly. "It's just a trivial Holy Grail."
Trivial Holy Grail?
Easy for you to say.
Weren't you bragging earlier that the Holy Grail was one of the treasures in your vault?
And now it's reduced to just a trivial thing?
Yi Lin only dared to complain about this in his mind.
If he said it out loud, King Gilgamesh might flip out.
So Yi Lin let the man keep putting on airs.
Feeling the surging magic power from the small opening of the Holy Grail, Yi Lin was left speechless.
Gilgamesh walked up to the city wall.
He suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "What were you trying to say earlier?"
"Ahem, ahem," Yi Lin coughed forcefully twice, "I was about to say, 'Don't push me, or I'll use my ultimate skills to fight for Uruk till the end.'"
Gilgamesh nodded, clearly pleased with Yi Lin's quick adaptability, silently giving him a mental thumbs up. "Very good."
