Stray

    Nimo was the first to wake up.

    Ann drew some defensive formations near the ruins, but apart from insects crawling around, basically no living creatures touched them. At this moment, the female warrior was leaning against the corner of the wall in the ruins, sleeping soundly with her arms around her spear. Adrian hadn't slept at all after last night, his right hand was on his chest, his lips moved silently, he should be doing morning prayers.

    Nimo and Oliver were still leaning together when they fell asleep, but now his head was resting on each other's shoulders, and the other's cheek was on top of his head. Oliver was still asleep, breathing evenly and gently.

    Niemo Wright didn't dare to move, so he was so stiff and fell into serious thinking.

    How to face Oliver next? He couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, and none of them were hot-blooded brats, and they couldn't indulge for a momentary impulse. There are just too many things to worry about right now, and the team isn't solid enough to endure too much emotion and its possible bad consequences.

    But these are excuses, he knows.

    Of course he could reject Oliver outright - the other party didn't seem like the stalker type, and they might be able to return to a happy friendship. A "no" word, simply and neatly solve all problems.

    But he can't deny it completely.

    This is strange, Nemo thought. He'd read too many love stories and never forgot a word he'd read. People always like to sing about love, and the burning emotion between the lines is always completely separated from the reality he is in. Amorous people claim that it is as if the heart is melting and the brain is freezing. It was as if they had swallowed a thousand bees, and their ears fluttered softly—as if the first time they saw it, the scene before them was divided into the loved one and the rest of the world.

     Nemo really couldn't understand. In the ordinary days of Vincent Town, he and Oliver definitely passed by once or twice, and he was sure that there were no hallucinatory bees in his stomach except for stomach acid and food. Although he did find that he didn't care about gender as much as he thought, he was more concerned with another issue.

    He didn't want to disappoint Oliver Ramon.

    Like the last cookie in the Hungry Man's cupboard, or the first flower in summer, it's something very precious and fragile - he doesn't want to make mistakes at any one step, and he doesn't care about it Everything is clueless. For the first time he lost his way, and no book or person told him how to deal with the mood.

    Maybe it was "cherishing", he thought.

    Nimo leaned stiffly on Oliver's shoulder for a while, his face extremely serious. Just when the knight commander raised his eyebrows at him, he finally made up his mind - Dylan's matter alone is enough to worry about, and he is not a fifteen-year-old girl, there is nothing to dawdling about.

    He raised his head, and Oliver was awakened unexpectedly. Their head rubbed his eyes in confusion and stared at the ruins in front of him for a few seconds.

    "Oli." Nemo said very solemnly, as if to inform the other party of whose funeral. "I can answer you."

    "Huh?" Oliver replied blankly, "What..." He got stuck in the middle of the sentence, and his whole body was stretched straight-like an invisible executioner was wiping the blade behind him, preparing to Pick a time to beheaded.

    "First." Nemo said solemnly, "Don't be so nervous, I'm going to start getting nervous if you do...You're too fast, Ollie. I don't know if I like it or not. you."

    Oliver's expression was solemn, and the ghost executioner's butcher knife seemed to be stuck to his neck.

    "So I can't give you a definite answer." Nemo stared intently at a button on Oliver's chest, then carefully looked up. "I don't want to be too casual with you."

    Oliver's expression became more solemn, and his neck was probably half broken.

    If. Nemo looked at the clear green eyes of the other party, and unconsciously such an idea emerged in his heart-if he would really "like" someone, then from the current point of view, that person could only be Oliver Ramon. But he wasn't sure if this was another self-suggestion illusion, and he didn't want to give the other party too much hope.

    "So I have to reject you first." Nemo gritted his teeth, "I need time to figure it out-if this is clear, let me come next time I confess."

    Seeing that Nemo Wright made the confession like paying for dinner, Oliver wiped his forehead in tears. "...I thought you'd mind gender first. Anyway, thank you for being straight."

    "We may all be of different races." Nemo picked up the grey parrot, who was still sleeping, "But what you have to say... If it's just this problem, I don't particularly mind trying Try it."

    "So it's settled?" Oliver raised his eyebrows.

    "That's it." Nemo patted Oliver on the shoulder with inexplicable pride.

    The terribly embarrassing atmosphere finally dissipated a lot, and Oliver didn't look like that stomachache-like expression. The two stood up as if they had completed a major mission, and turned their heads—

    The expression of stomach pain was transferred to Adrian's face at this moment, he looked at the two of them silently, with an expression that was indescribable.

    Thank goodness Ann is still sleeping. The courage Nemo had just mustered out quickly—he didn't know if such an answer was appropriate, but he believed Ann would definitely pick him up and laugh at him for three days and three nights.

    There is only one thing left.

    When they found Isaac Delaney, the tall, thin old man and his wife were carrying the wrapped furniture into the carriage. The not-so-new fabric wraps loose objects, and occasionally sharp metal corners pierce through the thin textile, revealing a little reflection. Compared to yesterday evening, Mr. Delaney was obviously much older, and his always straight waist was slightly arched.

    "You passed our mission." Oliver cleared his throat, "Thank you very much."

    "Only the initial reward." Merotti's father didn't look at them, "You didn't kill the blue bird, I won't pay that part of the reward."

    There was a suppressed trembling in his voice.

    "I know." Oliver replied, "Are you leaving Vincennes?"

    The old man's back froze: "No, but we do have to change places. Thanks to you, this place is no longer safe - now the task is complete, what more do you want? Get out. Bar."

    "Where's Merlot?" Nemo couldn't help but ask, "You—"

    "She's not my daughter! She's not anymore!" Mr. Delaney roared, but still didn't look at them. "Even... I can't accept it!"

    Oliver reached out and made a stop gesture, shaking his head.

    It's a shame. Nemo thought that Merorty Delaney's expectations might not be fulfilled until the end—he shrugged and turned away. Signal that you don't mind leaving.

    At this time, Mr. Delaney threw the last luggage into the carriage, and a piece of paper fell from the not tightly wrapped cloth bag and was swept by the wind to Nemo's feet. Nemo picked it up subconsciously—the handwriting on it was graceful, a bit close to the sacrificial language of the blue bird, with circles inside circles, exactly the same as the handwriting on the fairy tale.

    He raised his eyebrows, turned around, and handed the sheet of music to the old man who was hesitant to speak—the latter quickly took it, and then nervously tucked his cuffs.

    In that brief glimpse, he saw the beautiful blue of the bluebird's feathers.

    "Come on, Ollie." This made him feel a lot better. "Oli...?"

    Different from his sunny heart, Oliver looked a little dejected, and Nemo suddenly became a little nervous: "What's the matter with you?"

    "Jesse Dillon hasn't shown up yet." Oliver said unpleasantly, "Maybe shamelessness is also a valuable ability, I really want to sneak away while he's not there." Unfortunately, he The thickness of the skin is really not enough.

    "You can't hide from the fortune teller." A pleasant voice sounded. Jesse Dillon chewed the edge of the bread, and out of nowhere flashed out. He no longer carried the bag full of the corpse of the blue bird, not even the small duffel bag when he came, as if he was determined to go with them. "When are we going to do team registration, today? Tomorrow?"

    "Information." Oliver probably used the cold attitude he had accumulated for more than 20 years on the blond youth. "We go to the place closest to our destination to register."

    "Oh, oh, that." Jessie clapped the crumbs on her hands, took out a dry edge from the paper bag, and began to stare intently at it.

    "...This is divination?" Nemo whispered, "How does he deduce my identity, the distribution of sesame seeds or the position of bran?"

    Just as he finished speaking, Jesse Dylan sighed and stuffed it into his mouth.

    "Alban and Willard's border, Caleb Village beyond Alban, there's a witch there." He mumbled, "She's good at exploring memory... Mr. Wright , didn't you say you can't remember childhood things? I think it's good for you to restore your memory. This is by far the most efficient—"

    "From the edge of the bread?" An asked dryly.

    "No, I've only seen her portrait." Jesse spread her hands, "Look, I'm not that good—you can't trust the bluebirds, they're extraordinarily deceiving Yes, don't you think so? . . . That witch is as old as a rusk, I just recalled."

    "But you will find some of the answers you want!" Seeing that Oliver's face was blue and had a tendency to open his mouth, he added quickly.

    "...well, at least we don't need to do anything else this month." Oliver squeezed this sentence out of his teeth, "If the result is not satisfactory, please leave by yourself. And from Starting today, please don't play that kind of human game again, Mr. Dylan."

    "No problem." Jesse smiled and pointed to the carriage next to her. "Then one last time, let me tell you which car you can take—"

     Fritz was also carrying luggage to the carriage, looking a little depressed. A girl with a somewhat familiar face was talking to him, her eyes shining. The young hunter was showing her a weak but sincere smile.

    They have all seen her. Nemo remembered it very well—in the tavern next to the transfer station, they had seen Jesse Dylan holding her hand and divination for her.

    "You'll meet good things soon!" he said at the time.

    As if aware of Nemo's sight, Jesse Dylan smiled at him. "I said that my divination is accurate. But on your side... you have to think clearly. I have a hunch that you may not like that answer."

    (m..=)