Stray

    "How's the mission going?"

    "Which one do you ask? The one with the blue bird's body or the one brought back to Nemo Wright?"

    "You know what I'm asking, don't talk nonsense."

    "How much ambition do you expect from people coming out of a small place? I don't think Wright will join you - oops, sorry sorry, join us. Wright has a problem with his head, and his teammates are crazy enough to even No doubts are left. Personal opinion, I think they are very good."

    "It's been a long time since an unidentified demon warlock has appeared - if he's really just an ordinary person, you can't handle him. Dylan, you've never failed."

    The sun has set, and Jesse Dylan is standing alone in the ruins somewhere in Vincent Town. Here must have been the living room of some family, beautiful vases fell to pieces under his feet, flowers and fruit fell into the dust, and ants had begun to gather on the broken peel. A small religious portrait fell not far away. The frame decorated with gold powder was covered with mud. The woman in the painting had her eyes closed and a sympathetic smile on her mouth. That might be the **** in the imagination of the townspeople of Vincennes Town.

    The blond youth casually kicked the vase fragments with the toe of his boots, and the communication crystal shone softly in the night.

    "Who said I failed?" Jesse replied with a smile.

    "Your mission is to bring Nemo Wright back, you can force it. Now I don't see any signs of success, my deputy head." A bit ironic.

    "Omen." Jesse's smile grew brighter, "You want to talk to me about 'Omens'? ... Maybe you misunderstood, I don't think my mission is 'get Nemo Wright' Go back'." He pushed a strand of his long hair behind his ear, "and I don't like being called 'mine'."

    “…what do you mean?”

    "Do you really think there is something wrong with my head? If it was just for a demon warlock, I wouldn't do such a tiring thing. If I guessed correctly, you should be in the elves now The tenth floor of the tomb. Am I right, Mr. Captain?"

      Not reduced. "...You bastard...you already..."

    "Yeah, you're all going to die in it, don't bother struggling." Jesse said happily, "For a Sea Scorpion team, it's not that annoying. end."

    “…why don’t you…”

    "I'm just your thug, not your guide. As I said, I don't like doing tiring things, and you're part of it. Well, you know what? ? You always have to prepare the ingredients before cooking, and we had a good time together - now it's time to clean up the unwanted leftovers."

    "...Dylan...I'll never let go..."

    "Your voice is too low for me to hear," Jesse said sweetly. "By the way, I hope you don't forget that the task of the tomb is yours to choose - it's a destiny you choose with your own hands."

    It was another tragic cry, despairing and mournful, not like a human voice. The communication crystal struggled to flicker a few times, and finally went dark.

    "Demon Warlock?" Jesse shook his head and put away his fingers. The spar turned into powder between his slender fingers, he blew on the palm of his hand and muttered softly. "This title... is a little too much for Mr. Demon King."

    The tomb of the high elves, the tenth underground floor.

    The heavily armed warrior leaned over, his armor screeching loudly, and the white tin emblem on his chest reflected delicate light in the dim lighting of the tomb passage. The scene in front of him was extremely miserable. Human limbs covered with bite marks were scattered all over the floor, and the air was so **** that it was nauseating. The sticky viscera even hung on the walls, giving off a stench unique to fresh viscera. The soldier almost stepped on a rolling eyeball. For a moment, he couldn't tell how many people were contained in the pile of lingering fragments.

    The most complete corpse leaned against the blood-stained black and red wall, eyes wide open. Anger mixed with fear, completely solidified on the half face of the corpse that was still intact. His hands were gnawed to nothing but bones, and a long-extinguished communication crystal fell nearby—in addition to the bumped cracks, there were even scratches and tooth marks on the spar.

      "The team of the Sea Scorpion Black Chapter, the combat power is not too bad. Head, the mage should be allowed to open the way."

    "Or we can go another way." The young man known as the "Captain" replied in a low and gentle voice. "According to the current structure of the tomb, the high elves will not keep this kind of thing near the room where the relics are kept. Once the tomb of this structure begins to age, the breath of the holy sword will definitely overflow. That is the one who has killed two generations of demon kings. Sword... If the Heart Eater is scared away, it won't be able to defend itself."

    "Then we...?"

    "Don't go this way." The young man decisively ordered, the magic stone lamps on both sides of the tomb passage illuminated his face—

    The head of the Horizon Mercenary Corps, Godwin Lopez, is a very handsome young man. He fits all people's imaginations of a hero. Even in the dimly lit ground, the blond hair still glowed with a clean, warm luster. Godwin's eyes were emerald green, firm and sharp.

    His eyes swept across the stumps on the ground, and stayed on the sea scorpion black seal covered with blood and minced flesh for a few seconds, stained with a bit of disgust.

    When Horizon recruited Ann Savage, the female warrior who politely declined did not see Horizon's head directly. Otherwise she'll discover something when she first encounters the two wanted criminals in Roadmark Town—

    Godwin Lopez looks like Oliver Ramon, and the green eyes are almost identical.

    And the owner of the other pair of green eyes, a snake-level black seal, is now surrounded by blue birds at the entrance of the Holy Land along with his confession object.

     Before Nemo could figure out how to explain the sword in Oliver's hand, a figure rushed out. Merotti Delaney did not stay in Vincent Town - at this moment, most of her body had changed back to a human, and a pair of sharp claws of birds were exposed under the rough sackcloth skirt. She rushed up a little unsteadily and gave Nemo, who was walking in front, a big hug.

    "Thank you," she murmured, "Thank you so much."

    Like the townspeople of Vincent Town, the eyes of the bluebirds are not so friendly. They all looked away, but at least they didn't directly attack the excited brunette girl. Paso Tallo stood behind Paso Totu, his eyes swept across the hilt of Oliver's bone sword.

    "This... uh..." Nemo didn't know how to explain it for a while.

    "No need to explain." Blue Bird's leader said solemnly, "That is our most powerful priest, I recognize her breath. There is no resentment on it, she should have given it to you voluntarily. .I thank you on behalf of my clan - you gave her a chance to sleep. Even if we can't accept the... people from Vincent Town for a while, Lavinia saved the entire clan, this is an indisputable fact."

    The girl finally let go of Nemo, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief: "Then over there in Vincent Town...?"

    "I don't know." Pasototu continued, and Merotti retreated to his side. "What's happened doesn't go away, but...how to say, not everyone is guilty, is it? At least now we have the possibility to talk. Merotti is still practicing, she has mastered a little bit of control deformation Skill." He lowered his head and rubbed his beak lightly against his lover's cheek. "She's going to be a great translator."

    They need time. Fortunately, they still have a long time left.

    "This is for you." Merotti took out the book they were all very familiar with, "I...I have nothing else to give, and when you first took it, it should be for it Have some interest."

    That fairy tale. It had been cleaned very carefully, and although it was still a little dirty, at least it was no longer uncomfortable—the blood was gone, and the water that made the paper uneven was gone. The broken corners have been carefully smoothed out, and it has completely turned into an ordinary old book.

    "It's not important to you..." Nemo took it subconsciously. In fact, he didn't care much about this book, but it's a bit inappropriate to say it now.

    "Here's a piece I wrote for Pasototu." Merotti smiled, "Most of it was... a little sad, and now we don't need it. To be honest he tried to sing Yes, but once he does, we all get a sense of being watched...now we know where that sight is coming from."

    She let out a sigh and looked in the direction of the Holy Land.

    "It's not that important, it's just a small souvenir. The score is magical, and it might help you. Don't say no, okay?"

    Nemo took over the fairy tale, and he was too embarrassed to say so.

    "Do you two need to spend the night here?" Paso Tallo asked, still not enthusiastic.

    "No, thank you. If possible, we hope to get back to Vincent Town as soon as possible..." Nemo suddenly realized something and frowned. "Wait a minute, why is Lavinia the 'priest' and Jesse Dylan the 'angel'?"

    "The 'priest' prays to God, and the 'envoy' conveys the will of God." The blue bird leader was silent for a moment and slowly explained. "Prophecy is a terrible ability, and there are very few people with talent. It is said that Lavinia sacrificed most of her eyesight to obtain such a prophecy. And your friend... He understands our sacrificial language, and has a very terrifying ability. The gift of prophecy. As a rule, we must acknowledge him."

    Nimo frowned and translated the sentence to Oliver - who was also lost in thought, neither of them in the mood to correct the wrong statement of "friend". As a result, Lavinia's prediction is likely to be overturned. And Jesse Dillon's joke at first seems less like a joke-

    "I told the little birds that you guys are destined to end this **** situation." That's what he said at the time, and none of them took it seriously.

    “…I think,” Nemo swallowed, shuddering at the feeling of being manipulated. "We'd better get rid of him sooner rather than later."

    Unfortunately, reality always tells them that they have to think about something else first - just like when they brought them for the first time, the blue bird grabbed them, through the darker night, sent them Back to a town that was quieter than before. Ann was not hard to find, a small cluster of lightning flashed over a half-ruined house.

    Adrian Cross was lying on the sofa that was half collapsed, not sleeping peacefully, but the wound seemed to be treated simply. An ignited an oil lamp, and now she was holding her arms, her brows furrowed tightly. The only good thing - Jesse Dillon wasn't there.

    "We..."

    "I have something to say," the female warrior spoke first, "Oliver, do you want to consider disbanding this team?"

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