Stray

    Debbie Wright followed behind her tall companion, trying to adjust her facial expressions. The intense but soft joy made her head a little dizzy, and a competent mercenary should never bring emotions into his work. She pinched the palm of her hand with her polished nails, and adjusted her breathing rate over and over again, and her excited heartbeat finally calmed down a little.

    Even in the last mission, Godwin Lopez successfully obtained the holy sword, she was not so sure joy.

    Outcasts at Wright Orphanage rarely stay past the age of thirteen. Thanks to the geographical location, there are a lot of workers and adventurers coming and going, but any child with talent or dream will be taken away as soon as possible - walk out of that remote town and find their own life.

    Nimo was the only one left behind - her actual nurturer, and arguably the main object of her youth and ignorance. By the time Debbie started to climb up the roof and blow up the neighbor's chimney with her own magic, old Patrick was so old that he stopped to catch his breath after only two steps. In order to maintain the orphanage's livelihood, the eldest Nemo began to run around to work, and took all the baskets she stabbed with a bitter face.

    Despite being cautious to confirm, Debbie still doesn't think Nemo Wright is someone who is obsessed with power and power. He never pursued "authority" in the orphanage, nor did he show even the slightest jealousy of her power.

    And she was a full-blown little **** when she was a child, although she didn't want to admit it, Debbie knew it. But he never really got mad at her, or even did it. Nemo would never be anything but serious-faced, serious ramblers like old Patrick—and she even thought he was terribly weak for it at the time.

    The girl gave a helpless smile to herself in the memory.

    Such a person will not hurt others for a little so-called power. His eyes didn't change, and she decided to believe him.

    Debbie originally planned to return to Signpost when she was an adult, bringing honor, money and apology to repay the relative who never seemed to learn to rage. By then he should have settled down and may have a family of his own. Nemo would never leave Signpost, she had always believed so for no apparent reason.

    And now they meet.

    Her eldest brother became a black chapter, but it doesn't matter. This time, she can take care of him.

    The door to Godwin Lopez's room was unlocked. The warrior Victor stepped into the room first, and Debbie successfully adjusted her expression and stepped into the temporary residence of Head Horizon with him. Their handsome young captain was frowning a report, the holy sword still in its scabbard, within his reach.

    Seeing the members enter the room, Godwin put down the parchment scroll in his hand and gave a gentle smile.

    "Head, what did Ms. Nadine say?" Debbie asked first.

    "She refused." Godwin shook his head, his voice calm. "We can only follow the regulations. If it's the Swamp Witch, there is still room to turn around, the Eastern Witch...there is no way. I gave her two days."

    As if being poured over a bucket of ice water, Debbie's joy was instantly diluted a lot. "Can you... persuade her again?"

    "I can see Ms. Nadine's determination, and she has no more days to live." Godwin shook his head. "I said it, Debbie. Don't let the illusion fool you. eyes - it's just a flower, no different from the grass you walk on every day. We are human beings, and it is natural to put human beings first."

    "Even if it's someone like rubbish?"

    "Even a **** person."

    "You have the final say." Debbie took a breath, determined to put an end to this unpleasant topic. "You came to me to...?"

    Godwin pushed the glass vial containing the hair to the edge of the table, then tugged a few of his blonds neatly.

    “Bloodline,” he said.

    Debbie raised her eyebrows, and she instantly thought of the young man who was frozen into a wooden pile at the door of the hotel. She didn't say much, and opened the glass vial abruptly.

    The green magic stone at the top of the wand began to flicker, and the short wand quickly drew lines of pale green incantations in the air. Light-brown strands of hair floated out of the bottle, turning blood red, with melting marks like a drop of blood dripping into hot water. Over there, Godwin's blond hair changed in the same way—the spreading pattern kept changing until it stopped, turning into two coagulated blood-red smoke.

    Debbie turned the staff in her hand and filled two circles. Two strands of bloodshot-like things overlapped together, and with them as the center, several rune rings were nested within each other and slowly rotated around the bloodshot.

    "The mother's side has nothing to do with it, the father's blood is the same... No, not the same. Very very similar, the father should be a brother." Debbie threw the staff neatly, Everything solidified in the air instantly shattered into tiny dust. "The owner of the hair is your cousin, Captain."

    "It really is." Head Horizon's face was not surprised at all, "The rumor is wrong, Uncle Flint's son survived."

    "That's why you asked me to investigate Oliver Ramon?" The soldier who had been silent the whole time said. "He himself is in this hotel."

    "I met him once at the Witch of the East, and he doesn't seem to know anything." Godwin shrugged, "What happened, Victor? What's with his black badge? ?"

    Debbie crossed her arms and stepped back to the wall, listening intently.

    "Oliver Ramon was born in the town of Signpost, Alban, the son of Piper Ramon. He was charged with sheltering the demon believer Nemo Wright, and the wanted list said they murdered Piper together. you."

    Debbie giggled loudly, and she didn't have time to cover her mouth.

    Godwin glanced at her helplessly: "I won't ask about Nemo Wright... What about this Piper Ramon's information?"

    Victor nodded with a sullen face, and turned over the booklet in his hand: "Unknown origin, he suddenly appeared in Road Sign Town one day. Then... um, opened a local hotel . According to legend, there is nothing special about it."

    "No disability?"

    "No disability."

    "Characteristics?"

    "No special hobby, just playing the ukulele sometimes in a tavern."

    "Sounds like something Uncle Flint could do." Godwin folded his fingers, lost in thought. "There were only two Tin Corps members who didn't participate in the expedition. Talbot Vance is missing, but even if he is still alive, he should be very old... The other is a necromancer, and skeletons don't grow out of thin air. Flesh. After what happened back then, Uncle Flint should have no one else to trust."

    "And Sonia Ramon is just a wandering dancer. If she has relatives, her father would not have mentioned it. This is not Tuo Gu." He frowned, "I don't know why he is able-bodied ...but since 'Ramon' is the last name, Piper Ramon should be Flint Lopez himself."

    "I don't know your family affairs, Captain." Debbie finally couldn't help but interject, "I just want to state one thing - I don't know who Oliver Ramon is, but I Mo is my eldest brother, I know him. That charge should be Alban's usual **** pot."

    "Big brother...he was also born in the Wright Orphanage?"

    "Yes. If you want, I can vouch for his character with my name."

    "Relax, I have no intention of dealing with Mr. Wright...at least not until there is clear evidence. Regarding demon followers, Alban's wanted warrant is indeed not very credible." Godwin earnestly Nodding, "Debbie, you can go back. I have something to talk to Victor about."

    "Okay." Debbie grimaced, "I'll say what I have to say anyway."

    The young female mage shrugged and walked out of the room, turning her staff skillfully in the palm of her hand.

    "That demon believer is not a threat, he is not hostile." The head of Horizon glanced at the holy sword at will, "But the **** is the shit, Alban's army will not Made out of thin air. So the extent of this...?"

    "The townspeople saw Oliver Ramon kill the seriously wounded Piper Ramon." Victor snapped his fingers, and a simple soundproof cover wrapped the two of them. "In other words, Mr. Ramon did commit the crime of murdering his father—"

    "—Sin as you are, Captain."

    At this moment, the sinner in their mouth is sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. To be precise, Oliver and Nemo were sitting alone in a corner of the bed, swallowing saliva in unison.

    "Oli, give me the medicine—I think I should take it." Adrian was staring at him as Nemo tried to escape reality. Although it didn't contain hostility, the gaze seemed to cut him apart and study it piece by piece. "Then I decided to be in a coma for a while."

    "It's too early." Oliver dismissed Nemo's request dryly. "And you won't faint, trust me."

    "Hmmm." An Zheng stood opposite them leaning against the wall. "Before you start sharing the little story, is there anything else you two need to prepare - like taking a shower, building an altar and praying for three days and three nights?"

    "Well said," said Ann. "Sounds like a good pot."

    Jesse Dillon turned the burst of laughter into a few coughs.

    "Debbie was one of my younger siblings in the orphanage, she was taken by a large mercenary group when she was eleven. We never saw each other again, I don't know. She joined Horizon." Nemo added sullenly, "She's not bad, she's a good kid."

    "In other words, there are no new problems on your side." Adrian's tone was very serious. "Then you guys come back together...I think something happened on Mr. Ramon's side."

    "Yes." Oliver reluctantly took over the conversation, "The witch that Horizon is hunting is Mrs. Nadine. We happened to bump into their head, and Mrs. Nadine refused to talk to the client. Reconciliation...you know, she'll have to take care of herself next. Nemo recovered quickly and we'll be back early."

    "So what?" Ann asked unceremoniously, "A Horizon Commander can't scare you two like this. Does he have a big head or what?"

    "...he's my cousin."

    "What?"

    "Captain Horizon, Godwin Lopez should be my cousin." Oliver put his hands on his forehead, his elbows on his knees. "So we...we look very similar."

    A moment of silence.

    "…If I remember correctly, Godwin Lopez's father was Emmanuel Lopez." Adrian said very slowly, "and Emmanuel Lopez Lopez has only one brother. Mr. Ramon, are you suggesting that the commander of the Tin Soldiers is your father?"

    The rest of the relaxed smile on Ann's face disappeared completely, and she stared at Oliver - it was not pure shock, it was mixed with many other things. Just as Nemo was about to discern the emotions, she quickly hid them away.

    "Flint Lopez should have survived without children," the female warrior said softly. "It's no secret that his wife died pregnant."

    Oliver looked up at her sharply, but Ann didn't answer his look.

    "It's just a baby, there are as many ways to fake death." Jessie spread her hands.

    "Indeed." An thought for a moment, "Even in that case... If it's Flint Lopez, maybe there will be a way."

    She didn't speak anymore, finally raised her eyes to look at Oliver, a trace of sadness flashed in her amber eyes.

    "Yes." Adrian Cross nodded. "If it's that one, it's really not surprising."

    "Oliver just said they looked alike, and you didn't notice that?" Ann frowned, turning her face to the knight commander. "Don't you like Godwin Lopez, you've never met him?"

    "No." Adrian shook his head, "He only came to the Holy See when he was awarded an honorary knight, and I happened to be out on a mission at that time."

    "You don't seem like the type to hate someone you've never met." Ann muttered.

    "The Holy See likes his style of conduct very much, and I have heard a lot of 'deeds' of Horizon." The former knight commander sighed. "Let's put it this way, it's just my personal likes and dislikes - in fact, Godwin Lopez is a better judge for the knight commander position than I am."

    Ann showed a clear expression.

    "What do you mean?" Nemo interjected carefully.

    Adrian gave him a deep look, but answered his question: "In the position of a leader . Those who are destined to be sacrificed. But personally, I don't think it's 'deserving'. I did bury the innocent with my own hands, and I know it was a sin I chose with my own hands."

    "But for Godwin Lopez, there is no sin outside of human beings. From what I've heard...he will have mercy, but he will not feel There's nothing wrong with killing."

    "You two probably haven't heard of it." Ann took the conversation, "His first fight was famous—about five years ago, there was a kid in Willard who got mad People were bitten to death, and Mr. Lopez wiped out the entire bug village by himself."

    Nimo moved towards the corner of the bed where Oliver was.

      You'd better not reveal Nemo's connection to the demon to anyone on the horizon, and neither can Debbie. Even the level of a demon sorcerer...even if you are identified, never admit it."

    "Devil believers are still human, but in the face of demon warlocks and possessed superior demons, Lopez will never be soft." She mumbled and added, "Oliver, if you want you Let your sweetheart live more comfortably, and remember not to provoke your cousin."

    Oliver's ears turned red. Nemo coughed a few times, pondered for a moment, and moved back to the corner of his bed.

    "Flint Lopez's son, and a - Nemo, I'm sorry - a complete superior demon." An Ze rubbed his face fiercely, "I picked you up What are you two doing? I should go to the Garland capital to draw a lottery, and then use the grand prize money to eat and die."

    "This can explain Mr. Wright's performance in Hiram Dungeon." Adrian Cross pressed his temples with both hands. "On the other hand, if Mr. Ramon is really the son of that one, it is not surprising to have this strength. Mr. Ramon, maybe you can really reach the height you want."

    "Then what are you going to do now, Captain?" Unlike the other two, Jesse easily scratched the neck of the grey parrot, which stood stiff as a specimen. "Look, there's nothing wrong with my prophecy—Mr. Wright has recovered his memory and got the answer. What are we still doing here? Why don't we just get away from the horizon and get out of this little place to do team registration."

    Perhaps this is the smartest thing to do. Nemo thought, but he glanced at the delicate vials filled with potions, only to feel that his heart was blocked. Oliver rubbed the vial and lowered his eyes.

    "You don't owe that witch anything." Jesse added, "What are you hesitating about? The horizon is here, in case some conflict—"

    There was a knock on the door. Jesse swallowed the rest of the sentence, "I warned you" written all over her face.

    "Nimo?" The girl's cheerful voice sounded, "Nimo, I'm here to see you—"

    "Poor little girl, she still doesn't know what her big brother is." Jesse whispered, "Speaking of this, dear Ann, how did you put such two characters in the first place? Uniform? I'm really curious."

    "Who knows? Maybe I'm born alive." The female warrior stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

    She stopped at the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and let out a very light sigh.

    "...Maybe I'm destined to help someone pay this debt," she muttered in a voice that no one could hear.

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