Stray

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    After leaving his father's memory, Godwin clenched the book in his hand and did not speak for a long time.

    Oliver stood there nervously, holding his breath.

    "I thought maybe he was 'wrong' from the start. But I never thought he was so wrong." Godwin's eyes were a little red.

    Under the shadow of the crime of murdering his father, he thought he would never be able to reconcile with himself.

    At the end of his father's life, he was still not good enough, not perfect enough - Godwin somehow sensed his father's almost morbid paranoia and tried to break the chain. It's a pity that the chain has been rooted in his soul for too long, engraved with order and justice, and he has no way to start.

    As of today.

    Father is just another "person". An ordinary human with blood on his hands like himself, confused and small.

    "Brother..." Oliver looked eager to pat him, but didn't know how to stretch out his hand naturally.

    "Thank you, Oliver Ramon. The apology he left...very, very important to me."

    For the first time in a long time, Godwin found himself able to breathe freely. The spiked burden on his back was removed in an instant, and his feet were a little weak. Sadness and anger still lingered in his chest, surrounded by soft relief that no longer made his heart cramp.

    He will still use the holy sword to protect human beings, but next, there will only be his own will. The ghost of the biological father who was babbling in the nightmare finally left, and after a long emptiness fell, his pain finally hit the ground and got an end.

    Between pain and ease, my thoughts are like being soaked in wine. Godwin let out a slow breath. "We can move on, Oliver, about your plans."

    He paused for a few seconds, trying to get used to the new way of addressing him.

    "It's only half a month, your left ring finger is a wedding ring, right? You don't seem to be the type to have a new love so soon, so can I guess—"

    "Nimo is not dead." Oliver had no plans to hide.

    In any case, Oliver couldn't force himself to feign grief in front of Godwin, nor did he intend to use his unwitting cousin to accomplish his plans.

    If it is Godwin now, at least he will be given time to seriously explain.

    "Looking at you now, I'm not too surprised. To be honest, I have never heard of a superior demon who has lost self-awareness. But if Mr. Wright's body is strong enough, his consciousness can hold up Destroying the circle, there is indeed a little possibility of surviving." Godwin nodded.

    Then he frowned: "You're wearing that ring... Wait, did you meet again after that?"

    "Uh, yes."

    "Oliver, there is something I need to make clear. I am grateful for Mr. Wright's dedication to the surface, and I will not take this sentence back. But if you want to sacrifice a human, let Nemo Wright If we split our flesh and blood again and return to the surface by summoning a demon—"

    Godwin's expression became serious, and he stared into Oliver's eyes.

    "No no no." Oliver shook his hand quickly, "This is what I want to discuss with you. In a few years, Horizon will definitely be selected to participate in the expedition."

    "Well, that's true." Godwin answered neatly.

    "I may need your help."

    “…what does this have to do with Mr. Wright?”

    "He's what you call the devil." Oliver licked his lips nervously.

    “…”

    Godwin took a step back and began to seriously consider whether he should drink the bottle. It may not be a bottle of light fruit wine with almost no alcohol, but a fruity spirit that has been placed on the wrong shelf.

    This must be the only possibility, otherwise he will not be able to explain the absurd sentence that is spitting out of Oliver's mouth now.

    The head of Horizon turned his head stiffly, and the tumbleweed guys must have heard it too. But the laughter not far away continued, and no one even turned their eyes away.

    "I said, if you lie to me again—" Godwin said dryly, reaching for the table beside him.

    "I didn't lie to you. You can tell Debbie that Nemo is still alive. As for Nemo's identity..."

    "The Carapan of the Mooney Church felt Ulysses under there. Although I am not familiar with Ulysses' breath, at least I can tell that the breath is extremely powerful."

    Headmaster Horizon's voice was mixed with daze and suffocation.

    "There is already a demon king operating at the bottom of the abyss. Wright is the demon king? It's impossible—"

    "He is." Finally, a few steps away, Adrian Cross, who was aware of Oliver's predicament, spoke calmly.

    Godwin suddenly hoped that Oliver was really lying to him this time, but unfortunately the other side's green eyes very similar to his own were full of deadly sincerity. Godwin lowered his gaze subconsciously and saw the wedding ring again—well, the world may have gone mad, he thought numbly.

    He can accept that his father is a paranoid murderer, and he can accept that the hero Flint he has been chasing for more than ten years is a phantom from the beginning. He can accept that the prophesied end is not himself, and he can even accept the fact that he will never be able to surpass Oliver Ramon in his life.

    But let him accept that his cousin is engaged to the devil...

    Godwin's hands were shaking a little.

    "The prophecy says 'his sword will bring the true end', Oliver. It's 'sword', not 'wedding'. You—okay, let's not talk about the bottom of the abyss That thing. Let's assume Wright is really the Demon Lord, and then what? You even told me this, and it's only 'part of the truth'?"

    "The rest of the truth is not about the safety of the surface - I can swear with all I have that Nemo will not attack the surface. I have made a pact with him, and he certainly will not Will take the initiative to shoot at the surface."

    Oliver rubbed his hands, unable to hide the happiness on his face. He pulled out a shimmering crystal and slyly digressed.

    "Here's a phonogram with Nemo's words on it, hope you'll give it to Debbie, it might make her a little better. Yes, the sound is real. Nemo's body is still there, and that's his...well, as a Demon Lord."

    Godwin grinded his teeth and suddenly had the urge to punch the cousin. Under this terrifying topic, his thinking is like a rusted gear that may stop at any time, but the other protagonist of the dialogue is acting like a happy newlywed man.

    "Your plan."

    He squeezed these words out of his teeth, word by word, full of chills.

    "Your strength, your plan, show me right now. Otherwise—"

    …

    It turns out that "otherwise" he can't do anything to Oliver Ramon.

    Just like the legendary Tin Soldier mercenary group, after that, the tumbleweed rose at a terrifying speed. Countless intelligence later proved that the strength that Oliver Ramon had shown in front of him was just a small tip of the iceberg.

    Tumbleweed is said to be destroyed wherever it goes. No matter how unrealistic the task may sound, this four-man team never fails.

    Putting himself out of his memory, Godwin rubbed his temples violently, draining the cold juice from his glass.

    As summer is approaching, the night comes especially late. Shortly after dinner time, it wasn't completely dark, but the tavern he was in had turned on all the magic lights. Several mosquitoes fluttered around the lampshade, slamming against the thin glass lampshade from time to time.

    When the tumbleweed truly becomes the feared "disaster team" in people's mouth. Two years have passed since the day when the shocking information was received.

    Two years.

    At the beginning, under the serious guarantee of Adrian Cross and the demonstration of Oliver Ramon's strength, he reluctantly accepted the information that "Nimo Wright is the devil of this generation" and digested it whole It took three months to recover.

    "Captain?"

    A plate of fried potato wedges sprinkled with coarse salt was placed in front of Godwin, who looked up with that hand.

    Debbie Wright grew a little taller, but her hair did not grow. Compared with the lively and free and easy way when she first joined Horizon, she looks a lot calmer.

    Two years ago, according to Oliver, he gave the voice spar to Debbie. At first, Debbie just thought it was a fake prop made by Tumbleweed to keep her from being too sad, and she was very determined to express her unwillingness to accept this kind of comfort.

    And when he explained the horrific information to the young female mage bit by bit, Debbie Wright did not refuse and was shocked.

    In the beginning, she did show the same daze as herself. But the daze didn't last long, and was replaced by a smile.

    Godwin, who was still in a trance, was almost startled by that smile.

    "Debbie, he—"

    "It's the most powerful demon, I heard it right, Captain."

    "You..."

    "I'm glad you decided to tell me the news instead of blocking it and declaring an enemy of Oliver Ramon."

    "..." Provided he still has the ability to fight Oliver, Godwin thought silently. In a sense, I really want to beat Oliver.

    The problem is that Debbie Wright is not a naive little girl, and she has seen no less blood and corpses than anyone on the horizon. In any case, this acceptance rate was too fast, and he couldn't figure it out at the time.

    "Well, my attitude may be difficult to understand. I know I may have to take a stand and struggle with conscience."

    Debbie Wright rubbed her eye sockets, which were red and swollen from crying for days.

    "Captain, I was a very annoying little **** when I was young, you know? Every time I recall my childhood, I want to hang up and beat my childhood self."

    Godwin frowned, wondering what it had to do with what they were talking about. Still, he politely shut his mouth and listened quietly.

     "One time, Jenna, who lives next to the Wright Orphanage, had an extra dress. Her family was in the fabric business, and she was very rich, and that dress was really nice--at least for the older brothers. As far as I can wear clothes, the attraction is irresistible. So I ran up to Nemo screaming and rolling, insisting that he buy me one of the same. Of course, that is, coquettish, in fact, I have no hope. "

    "Old Patrick was on his way out at the time, and my eldest brother would be exhausted just to feed our group of children. If it was me, when I saw such a thing howling and rolling in front of my eyes, I would definitely beat him first. He was only in his teens at the time...well, it looks like he's in his teens now."

    The young female mage rubbed the tip of her red nose and smiled embarrassedly.

    "Nimo just told me to get up, don't make trouble, hurry up and help peel the beans. He will find a way about the skirt... Captain, my eldest brother went to Jenna's house to work as a porter for a few days, Had Jenna's dad get a nicer piece of cloth. Nemo, he stayed up all week and seriously sewed one for me."

    Godwin thought for a few seconds about Nemo Wright's true identity, and found he didn't know what to say.

    "But I was a total **** when I was a kid. The dress was great, but the style was totally different from Jenna's. Now that I think about it, maybe that color and style would suit me...but I wore that Skirts, started rolling all over the floor again, screaming to be exactly the same, even the jewel buttons."

    Debbie covered her face with her hands and let out a low sob.

    "Nimo was still not angry. On the contrary, it took a long time to correct it. During that time, our family's money was tight, he was helping people everywhere, and he was obviously very tired. I...I cry I told him not to continue, but he did it carefully—it's still not the same as Jenna's, but it's a perfect dress. I haven't seen anything more refined than it until now."

    "He told me that crying is not a good behavior and he won't respond next time."

    "'But it's a birthday present, Debbie. I know old Patrick made up our birthdays and it doesn't count at all, but I want to give it to you anyway. You're a genius, not doomed Wearing our old clothes, crying and acting like a baby to get attention. You can go to a higher place. I asked Jenna's dad, that dress is worth ten gold coins - I'll sew it for you once, the next one , I hope you can buy it for yourself.' . . . he told me."

    "Headmaster, that was the first time I touched something that didn't belong in my world. It made me realize that there is at least one person in the world who thinks that I am worthy of such a good thing, and even can Achievement."

    "Whether he is a devil or a devil, I don't care what he is. As long as he is still him, then he will always be my relative."

    "He's still alive, isn't he? I'm really…really happy."

    Debbie Wright has never smiled so brightly.

    Godwin brought the empty glass to his lips, and was instantly pulled back to reality by a snap of his fingers in front of him.

    "Captain, you're distracted again. That glass is long empty." Debbie retracted her hand, squeezed a potato nugget, and carefully stuffed it into her mouth.

    "Reminiscing for a while." Godwin pressed his temples again.

    "I understand, I understand." Debbie's voice was lighter in casual clothes, and the hair that fell to her cheeks was pulled back behind her ears. "After all, I haven't seen each other for two years. I still miss Oliver and the others."

    "It's time for them." Godwin glanced at the time.

    "Guess how they'll get here?" Debbie played with the ends of her hair with a smile. "If the banner of tumbleweed is played directly—"

    Her voice was a little higher, and when she heard the word "tumbleweed", several of the men drinking around choked themselves, and looked around vigilantly.

    "If I hear that the 'Ash Knight' Oliver Lopez is coming here, the people in this tavern should run away."

    "Ash Knight." Godwin, also in casual clothes, smiled wryly, "If he hadn't sent me those unfortunate letters like a tourist diary, I might have taken this title more seriously. ."

    "Whose letter do you say looks like a sightseeing diary?" A smiling voice interjected.

    Oliver Ramon was dressed in plain linen clothes, his soft hair was slightly longer, but his face remained unchanged.

    "Hi, brother." He greeted happily, "Now that the expedition date is set, it's time to start planning."