Stray

    Nimo was unexpectedly indifferent.

    Faced with Jesse's astonishing speech, he didn't even frown: "I see. Thank you, Dylan."

    Jesse raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, you're much calmer than I thought. Why, you don't believe me?"

    "No, of course I believe you. If I'm much stronger than you, then lying about it won't do you any good." grey wall. "If I've learned anything from being a black chapter these days - as long as I'm willing to look for it, there are more choices than it seems."

    "You are so optimistic."

    "If you really think everything can't be rewritten and we're doomed to despair, why hide the answer?" Nemo shrugged, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    "Because I'm bored," Jesse replied, very candidly, "and I've also encountered a theoretically impossible thing, and it's still going on. Make it interesting Longer time, who knows if there will be other surprises?"

      The dark horse shrank again, trying to block his strong body with the limited Oliver.

    Oliver always felt that he should react, after all, he had just won the title of "The Strongest Killing Sheep on the Surface". But looking at Nemo's peaceful appearance, he couldn't deliver the slightest acceptance speech.

    "Don't look." When Oliver turned his head for the third time, Nemo jokingly pushed his face straight. "How do you think I'll react, rushing to the center of the crowd to collapse and cry?"

    "If you want, I can come with you." Oliver's expression was serious and his tone was sincere.

    "Come on." Nemo pointed at Jesse relatively politely. "This guy just expressed one thing - anyway, one of us is destined to have a hard time and want to destroy the surface. Before we agreed that this unfortunate person was me, now it seems that it may be you, and you will cry first if you want to cry. Ollie, will you destroy the surface for me?"

    "No."

    "Yeah, so am I. In the end, Dylan's conjecture is based on what he knows. He's not... well, he's a god, but if I'm not mistaken, There's little he can do about Mr. Cross."

    Jesse, who was standing beside her, tutted loudly.

    "So God knows what's threatened on the surface. Betting a gold coin, I think it's more likely that the destroyer is me."

    "I'd bet the rest of my life." Oliver replied softly.

    Nemo was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, he reached out and ruffled Oliver's hair. "Okay, I'll change my chips. Me too."

    Jesse made a series of louder tuts.

    "I'm very sorry to disturb you both," he smirked, "and there is a relatively unimportant piece of information."

    "The one Mr. Close was going to tell us?" Nemo emphasized the phrase "Mr. Close."

     "Yes, the Pope originally planned to have four of us **** the reconnaissance team, but now we have temporarily added two volunteers. You two need to be mentally prepared for a while."

    "Other black seals?

    "You both happen to know each other." Jesse didn't hide the schadenfreude in her tone.

    Ten minutes later, Nemo knew exactly why Jesse was gloating.

    The people of the central church specially set aside a small auditorium as a meeting room for the scout team and the escorts. Right now, the Radeist scout team has not arrived, and there are only three people in the well-decorated small auditorium.

    Adrian sat upright on the sofa, the gray parrot was lying on the top of the back of the sofa, and a pair of bird eyes were cautiously aimed at Jesse. The other person was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows full of sunlight and turned his head.

    Head of the Horizon Mercenary Corps, Godwin Lopez is still dressed in a solemn and upscale dress, but this time he is not wearing the Horizon badge. The three who rushed in by Mr. Lopez simply nodded as a greeting.

    Oliver shrank his neck subconsciously, retracted his attention from the shock, and turned to look at Nemo—

    Nemo is gone.

    Oliver's scalp exploded, he hurriedly turned his body to look around, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

    A petite figure mercilessly slammed into Nemo's arms, directly knocking the unsuspecting Mr. Demon King back two steps, almost exiting the room.

    "Nimo!" Debbie Wright looked very excited, and the mercenary lady gave her eldest brother a rib-breaking hug.

    "Debbie." If he didn't know that his physique was different from ordinary people, Nemo was really not sure if his rib would be broken. "How do you—?"

      My dearest loved one."

    "...The inside of the abyss may be dangerous." Nemo warned cautiously.

    "I know, but the head of the regiment has to go, I don't think it's a big problem." The girl made a neat gesture. "I will protect you! ... It seems that it is not good to say that, then when Mr. Ramon is unable to do his best, I will protect you."

    Debbie lowered her voice in the second half of the sentence, while Oliver looked up at the ceiling in disbelief.

    Excluding other factors, it seems that Debbie Wright herself is indeed the top mage on the surface. They really don't have many excuses to push the girl out.

    "By the way, the head of the regiment said that you know the relationship between him and Mr. Ramon... Then does he know the relationship between you two?"

    "He knows." Oliver rubbed his forehead.

    "Okay, looks like I don't need to cover the two of you."

    Debbie looked regretful.

    "Ah, if it is convenient, remember to be considerate of the head of the regiment. I think you should know... Before the Alban coup, Princess Delia called off the engagement. Now that the situation has stabilized, she But there is no intention of resuming the marriage contract at all."

    The girl covered her chest in a melancholy tone: "It's a terrible news, right? Our whole group is very sad - our leader just fell out of love."

    Oliver glanced at Godwin wordlessly, not feeling the slightest heartbreak from him.

    "You don't have to look at him, you can't see it. The head of the regiment has always controlled his emotions very well, but as the closest partner, we can detect his abnormality! He even started eating sweets to relieve his boredom recently. Danny is on top, he's never done this before."

     Nemo and Oliver looked at Jesse subconsciously, then quickly looked away.

     Low, "Being so abnormal, trust us, the head of the regiment must be heartbroken."

    Godwin behind Debbie cast a helpless look, and the two men at the tumbleweed shook their heads very firmly.

    Although Nemo had absolutely no idea why Godwyn was involved. Unlike Debbie, Head Horizon doesn't seem like the type who would risk being alone because of blood relatives. But he was certain that he would rather believe that Godwin was just worried about Oliver than "broken in love"—they had met Delia Alastair, and to be fair, the two didn't quite fit in character.

    Debbie sniffed emotionally, and Nemo couldn't say a word of denial, so he nodded silently.

    "It looks like you've all met." Preceptor Felix stepped into the room, his eyes swept over Jesse, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

    "Horizon Swordsman Godwin Lopez, Mage Debbie Wright, no pets or mounts to register. Tumbleweed Swordsman Oliver Ramon, Mage Nemo Wright, fortune-teller Jesse Dillon, plus a pet grey parrot, mount...a Fuller goat."

    The preceptor priest put away the parchment scroll in his hand, and the muscles in his face twitched even more. "Is there anything I need to add?"

    "We have another horse." Nemo raised his hand honestly.

    "The terrain inside the abyss is steep, so it is not recommended to bring horses. If you are worried about supplies, we will use a special magic trailer to transport, and there are many supply points along the way. , actually that sheep..."

    "He's our companion." Jesse said emotionally, "We're used to using it to carry luggage, and the goat can move freely on the rock wall, and can also be used as emergency ration if necessary. ."

    When Jessie said the first few sentences, Debbie's face was still a little agreeable, but it was a pity that the agreement disappeared when she heard the last sentence.

    "Then this is all the members of the scout team who are scheduled to escort." The Discipline Bishop pretended not to hear anything.

    "Today, the central church will provide you with food and accommodation. For general materials needed on the road, you can ask the clergy here if you need it. Of course, special magic props or weapons need to be purchased by you. We'll gather and set off at noon tomorrow. You're all seasoned fighters, and you should know very well how the **** work should be done... Any other questions?"

    "Anything available?" Nemo raised his hand again.

    "Yes, Mr. Wright."

    "I'd like to borrow the central church oven."

    "..." The preceptor took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. "Of course, if you really need to."

    "If you have anything you need to buy specially, Debbie and I can do it for you." After the Discipline Bishop Felix left, Godwin Lopez finally spoke, his tone was indifferent light.

    "There are four of us, brother." Oliver raised his eyebrows.

    "You'd better not show your face here easily." Godwin instructed in a flat voice.

    Nemo frowned, recalling the strange reaction of passers-by when they saw them: "How do you say that people in the Holy Land hate black badges?"

    "I hate tumbleweed." Godwin said in a deep voice, "You don't know anything?"

    Adrian calmly turned a page, Jesse was nibbling on the snacks on the plate, chewing and teasing the shriveled parrot. Oliver and Nemo looked at each other and shook their heads.

    "The story of you 'stealing the precious gems on the Sword of Remnant Fire' has spread. An ordinary student of Clementine College died overnight because of a tumbleweed in Calamity Wheel. Get rich. Then many people did research on you."

    "Then what?" Oliver swallowed.

    "There's a saying now, and personally, it's closer to some sort of summary - in fact, wherever tumbleweeds go, they bring destruction wherever they go."

    "Your first client's house was destroyed, the second client's hometown was destroyed, and at the end of the third mission, the headquarters of the Abyss Church was not able to escape bad luck. Mr. Ramon is the Blight Castle One of the survivors has also been dug up, and they are willing to attribute this account to your 'ominous'. Although we all know that it was indeed destroyed by you."

    Oliver shrank his neck and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience.

    "Then at Clements College, you destroyed the labyrinth of Isamel before my eyes. Although I did not specify that you did it, many people are willing to speculate. Not long ago , you and your... Mr. Wright just visited the Mercenary Guild headquarters for a few days, and their superior demons just evaporated."

    Godwin looked numb, Nemo rubbed his palms nervously, grabbed a pen and paper, and decided to distract himself with other things—Godwin's face was undoubtedly full of "I know You did it."

    Oliver laughed dryly and scratched his hair: "What a wonderful coincidence."

    "Yeah, what an amazing coincidence." Godwin gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his teeth. "Dear Mr. Ramon, I hope this joint expedition will be smooth and smooth... Otherwise, the name of your 'Team of Calamities' will definitely rush out of Alban and spread directly across the continent."

    "Trust me, brother, we will work hard in this direction." Oliver made a vow.

    "Which direction?!"

    "...the smooth and smooth sentence."

    "In short, you need to know. Knowing these rumors, the reconnaissance team this time probably won't give you a good look, please prepare yourself mentally." Godwin did Taking a few deep breaths, he stared at the blood relatives in front of him with a cold face.

    The atmosphere between the two became more and more rigid.

    Seeing this, Nemo took a deep breath and exchanged glances with Debbie.

    "Here's what I want, Mr. Lopez." Nimo swishly wrote the scroll, folded it quickly, and passed it to Godwin Lopez with both hands. "We'll take the money for the help, thank you. Ollie, hey, Ollie—do you want anything?"

    "No, but I have to go out. Do something... ahem, soothe my horse." Oliver hesitated for a while, grabbing the ring order that had been in his pocket.

    "Go." Knowing the horse's bad temper, Nemo nodded knowingly. "I went to the central church hall twice to see if I had anything else to bring."

    "Yes, Captain. We have a lot of stuff to buy." Debbie patted Godwin's upper arm, "Time waits for no one, it's always good to have more time ."

    "I just said, Mr. Ramon, you are not fit to show up now. Even around the church..." Godwin stared at Oliver persistently.

    "It's okay, I'll change. Even if they recognize me, they'll think I'm you."

    “…”

    Half an hour later, outside the central church.

    "Captain." Debbie nudged the stinking Godwin lightly with her elbow, "You're caring about them, maybe a softer tone would be better."

    The head of Horizon snorted softly from his nose, and Godwin clung to the supplies in his arms. Handing the parchment scroll that Nemo gave to Debbie, who had relatively few things in her hands: "Ramon is too lazy to look angry. But he should understand, I don't need to coax them."

    Go ahead. Debby thought deeply, and took the parchment—after all, their leader was heartbroken, and he couldn't ask for too much.

    "There's a lot of stuff, we'll rent a trailer later. Nemo hasn't written much, so we can help him buy it first." Debbie said, unfolding the parchment, and then fell silent.

    "What does Wright want?"

    "Fresh carrots, fresh apples, half pocket oatmeal, two large bottles of syrup. Special note, be sure to choose the cheapest."

    “…what does he want these things for?”

    "Probably want to make some kind of dessert."

    "A time like this?"

    “… uh.”

    Looking at Debbie, who had no words, Godwin raised his head and let out a restrained sigh of relief.

    He never really let go of his vigilance against Nemo Wright, but in these few seconds, he felt like a fool for coming here on purpose.