Stray

    Ann was silent for a while, quietly winked at Oliver and Nemo from an angle that Merotti couldn't see, and pointed to her head.

    "There seems to be something wrong with her here." The female warrior said with a mouth.

    "Since when did you become alienated?" Adrian continued to ask calmly, and Merotti's astonishing speech seemed to have no effect on him. "Have you done anything you don't usually do?"

    "Isn't that the root cause? I'm in love with an alien, Mr. Friar. I just want to know what this curse is—"

    "How long have you been in love?"

    "More than three months.

    "If the **** you love really wants to punish you, he or she won't wait until now, will he?"

    "But..."

    Adrian carefully pinched her forelimb with her hand and checked repeatedly, her eyes very serious. "Regardless of the sect, the characteristics of the curse are common—I don't think you are cursed, Miss Draenei. It could be some kind of disease, or some kind of spell in progress."

    Merotti slowly retracted her forelimbs, her eyes mixed with disappointment and a little happiness.

    "What are you going to do now?" Oliver put away the deed paper, "I promise you, we won't force you home. But are you going to keep wandering like this? You The..." He paused, "Where's your lover?"

    "I don't know." She lowered her head, "We agreed to run away together, but he didn't show up. I think he must have been discovered by his clan... Pasototu will never be lost. Get mine! I want to continue to find a way to infiltrate his clan, but now I..."

    "If it's a disease, you need immediate treatment. If it's a spell, find the caster to find a solution." Oliver suggested carefully, "Maybe you can go back to town first."

    "Impossible. You've helped me a lot, so let me remind you too—if you're still going to Vincennes, remember not to let the parrot speak." Merotti stepped back A few steps, it looks like a bit of goodbye.

    The grey parrot, who was having fun in the nut bag, got stuck, and Nemo grabbed it and ripped it completely out of the nut bag.

    "Why!" It screamed in dissatisfaction, holding two handfuls of nuts in its paws.

    "That's not an ordinary parrot, is it?" Merotti whispered in a harsh voice, "Our supreme goddess, Lavinia... she doesn't like aliens. It will be killed by them dead."

    "Lavinia?" Nemo opened the parrot's claws and looked at Adrian while picking at the nuts - the grey parrot was as stiff as a specimen at the moment. "I'm not impressed... er, Miss Delaney, no offense."

    "It should be a relatively marginal minority religion." Adrian said softly, "So you mean, as long as you go back to town..."

    "They will definitely kill me, I may not even have time to explain!" Merotti screamed, "I know how much they hate inhuman things. My parents also It's gentle... The last person who fell in love with Jade Bird was drenched in oil by his family and burned alive."

    The grey parrot loosened the nut and stood obediently on Nemo's shoulders, pretending to be a real parrot.

    "...It seems that our mission is doomed to fail." An sighed, "Otherwise, let's go to Vincent Town to see the girl's parents and discuss the cancellation of the mission. Hello, Merotti, do you want us to bring you a message?"

    "Miss Delaney, are you sure you want to continue looking for your lover?" Oliver persuaded patiently, "Even if you don't want to go home, we can take you with us when we leave here, Send you to a medical facility elsewhere."

    "If he can't find me when he escapes, he will be very anxious." The ugly monster bowed slightly to them. "I'm feeling the mood, so I...I have to find Pasototu first."

    Then she was silent for a long time, eyes full of struggle.

    "And, dear lady, if you can...you can tell my father and mother about my current situation, and let them stop thinking about me."

    Ann nodded, still a little hesitant. Adrian sighed softly.

    "Shall we get her something?" Nemo suggested, pointing to the large sack of food on the goat's back. "We'll be in Vincennes in a few days, and we can resupply at that time."

    All members passed except the grey parrot. They wrapped butter and sugar cubes and stuffed jerky and dry bread into cloth bags. An patted the package and hung it on the strong arm of the monster.

    "Merotti, your parents won't necessarily give up." The female warrior pursed her lips, her voice with a rare dryness. "If they insist on seeing you—"

    "No." The monster responded sadly, "Trust me, no...Thank you very much, but I don't think we will see each other again." She bowed to them again With a bow, the flesh pressed out unsightly folds that made people sick to the stomach. Merorty Delaney hugged her sheet music and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

    The next few days were quiet and boring. From opening to closing, except for occasional stops to rest and eat, they kept walking. The two experienced fighters were fine. Oliver's soles had a few terrifying blood blisters, and he had to twitch his eyebrows twice every time he lowered his feet.

    And Nemo began to try to use abyss magic to heal, after all, they don't have a healer, it will be very difficult to deal with if they are injured. Against... or unilaterally beating Witherspoon, he did use spells to heal more serious wounds, and theoretically he could fill that void. His test subjects had no complaints about it either. But even though Nemo was very careful, the abyss magic was still not suitable for treating human beings - he cured the blood blisters into a whole large size, and Oliver's feet were like half a tomato.

    "Why don't I carry you, Ollie." Nemo poked the blood blister and said awkwardly to Oliver. "Sorry."

    Oliver grinned and let out pus and blood with the tip of the knife, then shook his head firmly in rejection. "Just a few bubbles," he said sullenly, keeping the icicles afloat. "Do you still want to try?"

    "Let him go," Adrian interjected. "If he can't bear the pain, it's useless for him to pick up the sword. Don't tiptoe, Mr. Ramon, just go."

    Oliver's face twisted as he walked, and Nemo paled - he stared at Adrian's back, and for the first time learned the ruthlessness of the knight commander.

    But when they finally arrived at Vincennes, the efforts of the two newbies did pay off. Although Oliver's eyes were slightly straight, at least he could step on his wound without changing his face. And Nemo, after dozens of failures, finally succeeded in conquering a blood blister—they both sighed earth-shattering almost simultaneously when they stepped into the town.

    Vincent Township is no better than Hiram. It's not much bigger than Signpost, except for the obvious difference in architectural style that Nemo would even think they're back in their familiar homeland. The buildings in the town are not neat, the roofs and walls are painted with bright colors that make people feel happy, full of warm atmosphere. The draenei's house is very easy to find, and it's obvious that they are not low on the town - their house is neat and stylish, and there is not even a trace of peeling patent leather on the white railings.

    Merotti's father was tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and several deep wrinkles between them. His eyes slanted down along the hooked nose, with a hint of aloofness. And Mrs. Delaney, even in her old age, still had some of the beauty of her youth—but there was a hint of shyness in that beauty. As soon as they entered, she hurriedly exited the living room, her waist slightly arched as if she was overwhelmed.

    "You are the black badge for the mission?" Isaac Delaney's tone was not friendly, and he didn't mean to ask them to sit down. He carried the contract paper roll rudely, and the wrinkles between his brows became more obvious.

    "Yes." Oliver replied quickly, "Actually we are here..."

    "You can start looking for my daughter. If you need more portraits or items of her, feel free. Find her quickly." He interrupted Oliver directly.

    "We've met your daughter." Oliver straightened his back, which was slightly curved from the pain. "She doesn't want to go home."

    Mr. Delaney squeezed an angry laugh in his throat, "Nonsense, of course I know she doesn't want to come back. That blasphemous lunatic, she has disgraced our family! Instead, you , why didn't you bring her back? Have you got mud in your head?"

    "She's alienated, and she wants you to know that." Nemo said solemnly, he didn't like Mr. Delaney's tone when talking about Merotti. "We've seen her like that, it's not like a human anymore."

    The sound of broken porcelain came from the door. Merotti's mother dropped the tray on the ground, and the beautiful tea vessel smashed into pieces on the wooden floor mixed with hot tea.

    "What tea are you serving the criminal?" Mr. Delaney growled, his face flushed with anger. "They're snakes! They're all scum who don't deserve to die. Clean it up!"

    Mrs. Delaney was pale, she covered her mouth, tears kept pouring out. After more than ten seconds, she fell softly beside the debris and let out two loud sobbings. "How could she—"

    "We spoiled her." Mr. Delaney gritted his teeth, his voice close to a growl. "I can't figure it out, why can't she just marry Fritz? What's wrong with her?"

    "Honey, stop talking..."

    "I'm her father!" he growled irritably, pulling at his hair. "Doesn't she understand? The Pegans just burned their son to death five years ago! We're only a daughter like her, why can't she be more sensible? That's blasphemous! Blasphemy! Lavinia is on—"

    "Do you want to continue the mission?" An interjected with a stern face, "Your daughter told me about the situation here. Even so, do you still want us to bring her back?"

    "Of course not!" Mr. Delaney exclaimed, "I'm going to change the terms of the mission. I'll give you more money, you..." He took a deep breath.

    "You go and kill that **** blue-haired beast. Without that curse, she will definitely be back!"

    "You—" Nemo was about to open his mouth, and he covered his mouth with one hand, blocking his unspoken question. Oliver's palm was warm, and Nemo turned his head with difficulty—Oliver's smile was also warm and polite at the moment.

    "Okay." He replied politely, "Then do you have any information about the Grace Bluebird?"

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