Stray

    If it weren't for the heavy snowfall, Wyatt Roderick would be in a better mood.

    As the Judge Knight Commander of the Rad Sect, Roderick spends more than half of the year performing tasks. Rad Church bears all travel expenses, however, unfortunately, the mission dates will not change due to the weather.

    This team of judge knights can naturally use magic to drive away the wind and snow. They activated the thermal insulation array solidified on the armor one after another, and in the knife-like chill, they encircled a small warm and windless space for themselves. However, the knights of judgment cannot afford the luxury of continuing to use their spells to remove snow that is not over the horse's legs.

    In addition to the complex terrain in the deadwood forest, the team's marching speed was much slower.

    Balthazar Medes ran again.

    As the only remaining member of the Tin Soldier mercenary group, Medes' ability did not discredit the legendary mercenary group - he was not good at hiding his tracks, but was very good at escaping. Not to mention the guest room in the Heresy Tribunal, even in the tightest dungeon on the surface, my teacher might be able to pat his **** and leave.

    Should give him that guarantee certificate later, Roderick twitched.

    Considering that "The Last Tin Soldier" is too famous, and the face of Medes, who has recovered his flesh and blood, is young and does not match his age, Roderick can only make an ordinary fake identity for the teacher.

    With the guarantee of the current judge knight, a rumored necromancer can temporarily get permission to move freely. However, ever since Medes recovered his flesh and left the tomb, he seemed to have contracted a disease that would make him unwell if he stayed in the same place for a few days.

    "Returning to this state, I will continue to age like a normal human being." Meders once said solemnly. "I don't have much time for research and redemption, brat."

    "If it weren't for you, I would have slaughtered that village long ago. How about making this part of the atonement?"

    "Let's not say whether you are crazy enough, I can't put money on my face with things that haven't happened."

    "Then wait for me for three months, no, six months, maybe ten... Whatever, I'll have a little vacation at that time, and then we'll go together."

    "Oh." The Necromancer coughed twice and tried to back away, but was hugged tighter. "Your armor is killing me... Get your hands off me, you bastard! Where are you going?!"

    Then just a week after she left the house, Medes easily broke through the restrictions of the Heresy Tribunal and disappeared without a trace.

    Roderick did not feel the slightest anger, but gave birth to an inexplicable happy mood.

    I know Balthazar Medes better than anyone else, and he knows that his teacher will never wait honestly. When this quest is over, he can start the "hunt" that makes him **** - if it weren't for the fact that his identity as a judge knight would bring countless conveniences, and at the same time make the game a lot more interesting, he can't wait to quit the quest now and start taking action. .

    "Normal humans don't live here, do they?" His deputy sneezed and snorted the tip of his nose that was red with cold. "Could it be, um... the bishop here is wrong?"

    "The last time you were on the glacier, you said the same." Roderick replied casually, "I think... After half an hour at most, we directly ran into a superior demon. ."

    "Your Excellency, you decided to ignore them! Cliff Nightmares and Demon Warlocks, tell the truth—"

    "People are having a good life, what am I doing, I'm itchy and looking for a fight?"

    Roderick sneered twice.

    "It's fish hanging outside their house, not human organs. Originally there were few people in that ghost place, and I didn't smell any wrong corpse odor - I'm the human knight commander , not the knight commander of fish, it's none of my business for young lovers to dry fish."

    The adjutant rolled his eyes and chose to swallow his breath and continue on his way.

    Such a **** sits in the position of the judge knight commander, and Chenni has not yet handed down the divine punishment, which is completely unreasonable.

    Mr. Adjutant slandered angrily.

    Either this guy is destined to do something so earth-shattering that God is willing to ignore these details;

    Maybe this time.

    Recently, a faculty member reported a vision, saying that in this barren and cold place, there were monks of the Radist who rode strange beasts and easily expelled one in front of them. A demon warlock in madness. It happened that the last mission was not far from here, and Roderick did not return, so a small team of people came to investigate.

    Although the adjutant is very sure, his boss must want to take this opportunity to save a few more days of task leave, so that he can go back and take a break.

    However, 80% of the time, the bishop ate some strange mushroom and had hallucinations. Even "Lunar Eclipse" Roderick couldn't easily solve a demon warlock who had fallen into madness.

    However, if the previous judge knight is still alive, I'm not sure...

    Roderick suddenly stopped the horse and raised a hand.

    "...The smell of a superior demon." He said with great interest.

    Faced with the excited Judge Knight Commander, the adjutant wiped his face reluctantly: "Alert!"

    A huge black shadow appeared in the blizzard, and a faint demonic breath came from not far away. The trial knights spread out well-trained, igniting the snow-melting magic circle, and directly dispelling the snow and storm in this space.

    This time they saw the shadow clearly.

    It was a man riding on a white behemoth and wearing the uniform of a free monk of Radism. The eccentric knight looked in his mid-thirties, with dark brown hair and eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, and sharp, steady eyes.

    And they didn't know the beast he was riding.

    Its four paws tread on the top of the soft snow, as if there is no weight. If it is a variant of a wolf-type beast, it is not very similar - at least they don't know which wolf-type beast will have a pair of golden strange horns.

    A little girl dressed as a poor man was sitting behind the knight, her head slightly sticking out. He looked timidly at the judgement knights.

    "Name?" Roderick didn't talk nonsense, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the strange knight.

    The knight shook his head without making a sound.

    "Forget it, you don't look like an incompetent idiot. I'll just say it—put down that girl behind you, she's a superior demon."

    "She's not." The man riding on the white behemoth finally spoke, his voice low and sweet.

    "...that's at least a demon warlock, although I don't see any signs of alienation. It's too close to the human village, you've crossed the line." Roderick said lazily, the sword tip did not Half a twitch. "Speaking of which, have I seen you somewhere? Well, it looks familiar."

    "I've heard of you, but I haven't seen you." The mysterious knight on the opposite side lowered his eyes, letting the snow fall on his hair and uniform.

    Before the knight finished speaking, a spell shot out from the tip of Roderick's sword. This too upright "despicable act" made the adjutant turn his head and sigh.

    But the beast didn't move, neither did the knight. The white beam of light suddenly disappeared halfway without warning.

    Roderick put away the sword neatly: "The difference in strength is too big, it's boring... The opposite, sorry. It's just a little person's temptation, don't take it to heart."

    "Master Roderick?!"

    "Do I look stupid?" Roderick raised his eyebrows high. "Since I'm not a fool, why should I rush up to fight a confused, bound-to-fail fight? I said earlier, that—what's your name—you want to kill yourself gracefully this way, I won't stop it, don't Drag me."

    "But you are—"

    "I'm a normal human being, no matter what the opposite is, it's obviously not in this category. Mr. Adjutant, count the number of people here first. Do you see that beast opposite? Chop us all up If you feed it with minced meat, it probably won't be enough for a meal."

    "...No, you didn't eat that much."

    The white beast suddenly spoke with a very serious tone. Immediately it turned its furry head and looked at the person riding on the back: "Baby, are you all right? Let them take her back, anyway, Nemo also greeted old Quinn. , they won't do anything to her."

    The mysterious knight pinched his eyebrows, took out a small badge from his pocket, and put it on the little girl's clothes. The little girl sniffed, her eyes full of confusion and horror.

    "Don't be afraid, your chest doesn't hurt, right?" When facing the little girl, the knight's tone softened a lot. "They'll take you to the city, and Grandpa Pope will take you in."

    "Yes, but, Pansy..."

    "That Pandora? She'll be all right, I promise. They won't do anything to you, even for observation purposes. Tell Pansy, Nemo. Keep looking at her - you can always ask him for help, and if it gets too naughty, he'll come to you too."

    “…hmmm.”

    As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl's expression changed. The confusion and panic disappeared suddenly, and she looked calm and curious. However, when her eyes met the team of judge knights not far away, the little girl suddenly looked gloomy.

    "I know." She whispered in a less childlike tone, "I'm just a little interested in the other side of the world, and I won't go against His Majesty's wishes."

    The tall knight jumped off the back of the giant beast, stretched out his arms, and hugged the little girl to the ground.

    "Not a superior demon, nor a demon warlock. She made a wish to get rid of the pain and live, and spontaneously concluded an equal symbiotic contract with the demon. I think His Excellency the Pope will be happy to observe this special case, and Give her a title."

    "It is the personal gold medal of His Excellency the Pope..."

    "But that's..."

    "Oh, it's enough to **** her back to the central church, right?" The current judge knight accepted the reality very happily.

    "Yes." The knight nodded.

    "Okay, come here little one. You can ride my horse."

    "Master Roderick—!" The lieutenant looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

    "...Or ride his neck." Roderick glanced at the adjutant and added.

    "Also, you—"

    Unfortunately, the giant beast and the knight disappeared into the air. Not a single footprint was left on the snow, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

    "Let's go." Roderick sat the little girl in front of him, holding the reins with both arms to make her sit more securely. "Let's go back."

    "However, investigating..."

    "You really don't understand, do you?"

    Roderick shook his head in disgust.

    "I can't see through their details, the spell is completely ineffective. It's not a level of strength at all, if they don't want us to find it, we can't find it if we turn it upside down - if I don't Guessing wrong, they deliberately appeared in front of the bishop, I am afraid that I am nearby and let me bring her back to Hatfield."

    "After all, Lord Quinn still has to think about a little face, they sent her directly, the old man can't explain it. I'm different - those crazy believers want to come to me to make trouble, you have to think about it first weigh."

    I understand the truth, and the adjutant has a headache. This knight of judgment will not be so embarrassed if he shows a little embarrassment. But this bastard—

    "Oh, and more."

    As if hearing the swear words from his subordinates, Roderick added another sentence.

    "I'm not the same as you dead brains. I won't get a rash when I hear a demon. Leave it to me. Sit tight, little guy, did you see that uncle? Ignore him, he just got a little cramp on his face."

    The adjutant shivered twice with anger.

    I can only continue to pray to Zeni, asking him to solve this scourge as soon as possible. He thought a little desperately.

    However, Lord Zeni did not have the heart to listen to anyone's prayers.

    It gets dark quickly in winter.

    Standing beside a tree, Adrian straightened his sword, waiting for his **** to transform into a human form. Just like every day recently, when Jesse returns to his human form, the two can go back to the warm hotel in the nearby town together.

    But this time the giant beast was sitting on the spot, and there was no sign of moving.

    "Five weeks," Jesse said.

    "Huh?"

    "Take care of that one—that two—forget it, take care of that little brat, you know what I mean. It's been five weeks, sweetie Ed, and you haven't had time to kiss me."

     "After all, that child has just recovered from a serious illness on the verge of death. He is not mentally stable and needs to be watched." Adrian explained patiently.

    "But that doesn't change the fact that you haven't kissed me in five weeks," Jesse announced, her voice thick as honey. "Well, that's probably a good thing, though. Prolonged abstinence can make you sensitive, doesn't it? Maybe this time, I'll give you a good shake."

    “…I thought you had given up on that idea.”

    "I won't give up until I see your mind."

    Jesse leaned closer, turned into a human face, and stepped barefoot on the snow.

    "If you say blind faith, I haven't seen you obedient to me. To be honest, sometimes I just don't know if you are believing in me or playing with me. But this kind of thing Come on, you've always been willing to tolerate me—"

    Jesse Dylan lowered her voice ambiguous.

    The cold touch wrapped around her body, and Adrian frowned slightly. The body transformed by the flesh and blood of the gods is not afraid of severe cold, but this makes the gap between his body temperature and this cold even greater.

    Concentrating the magic in his eyes, he could see the invisible thin limbs of the gods wrapping around his body, twisting the buttons one by one, slowly and firmly taking off his monk uniform.

    Unfortunately, he just smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

    The snow under him was melting, and the strange and cold touch of the thin limbs snaked through every inch of skin, making him shudder. Those pretty blue eyes came very close, followed by a hot breath and a kiss that was a little rough and eager.

    The fiery fingertips and the clammy slender limbs danced together on the skin. Adrian tried his best to restrain himself from breathing too fast.

    "Why?" In the consciousness that was gradually drowsy due to pleasure, he heard the **** asking in his ear.

    "Because from the beginning, my beliefs were nothing more than my own personal desires."

    Adrian breathed lightly, hugging the warm body in front of him.

    “…you too.”