"Mr. White, this way please." Seeing that Nemo was about to sit down and listen, Fergil hurriedly said in a low voice. He kept the volume polite enough but still audible to those closest to them.
The mouth-only preacher's voice was so beautiful, his tone seemed magical, and one couldn't help but believe everything he said. Nemo was stunned for a few seconds before biting Shajiaomei in his mouth. With the sour taste that almost choked people out of tears, he instantly recalled the current situation he was in.
"What is the source of magic? We have reason to think that..." The demonic sorcerer who preached had completely ignored them.
Nemo tugged at the top of his hood with one hand, trying to show only half of his face. Immediately, he straightened his back and followed Vergil out of the hall as calmly as possible. Virgil seemed to be very familiar with the structure here, and he walked towards the left side of the nave against the wall, and went straight into a long corridor. Nemo was full of questions to ask, but the other party walked in front of him without looking sideways, and he obediently didn't say anything.
After passing by dozens of aromatherapy lamps, doors finally appeared on both sides of the corridor. The dark thick wooden door is carved with two symmetrical arcs intersecting up and down, and the middle is neatly divided by a vertical line. Vergil stopped in front of one of the doors—different from the same marks on the other doors, this door’s mark was glowing coldly in the dim shadows. "You can live here, as your 'assistant', I will live in the servant's room on the side."
The visitor's room in the Church of the Abyss felt equally icy. There are no odd decorations inside, rather, the cramped room is almost empty - only a long wooden table with books and a stone bed. From the suffocatingly narrow side door, there was a glimpse of a servant's room, which didn't even have a bed, just a pile of dry, yellow straw in the corner.
Fortunately enough clean, no dust.
After both entered the room, Fergil carefully locked the door from the inside. He took out his paintbrush and scribbled in the air a few times. The stone interior, which was originally lacking in color, instantly became darker. Immediately, he took a not-so-big cloth bag from his shoulders, reached into it for half a minute, and finally took out a yellow-white candle head that was almost burned, and threw it on the wooden platform.
It wasn't until it ignited a slender flame that was half a meter high that Nemo realized that it was no ordinary candle.
"We can communicate freely now," Virgil said, taking off the weird mask on his face, his voice still soft. "But the lower the volume, the better."
"You are very familiar with this place." Nemo picked up the untitled book on the wooden platform and examined it carefully by candlelight. The leather cover was printed with the same symbol as the door.
"Yes." Virgil nodded bluntly, "Perhaps you are more familiar than you think."
"When will we officially act?" Nemo rubbed the book cover and let out a sigh of relief. He licked his lips, slightly sticky with tension. "If believers are more active at night, it's better to be active during the day."
"I will go out tonight and find out the reason for the advance sacrifice." Fergil stared at the candlelight. "Things seem to have changed. We'll have to wait until the situation is confirmed before discussing the details. You can rest in your room until dawn."
"Can I go to the library tonight?"
"Better not. You see, there are only a few hours left before dawn. It's better around noon, when most people will go back to their rooms to rest. The most important thing is that Bishop of the Abyss will never hang out at noon." Jill explained patiently.
"Bishop of the Abyss?... Is that the one preaching?"
"The Church of the Abyss does not have a Pope, it is run by twelve bishops in turn." Vergil looked serious, "not the preacher just now, but you should have noticed that the bishop in power this month is the woman wearing a shawl, Hagen. Ingram."
"Okay." Nemo responded cheerfully, "Then we'll talk about it at noon."
"I may not be able to come back in time after dawn. In this way, I will leave you a road map of the library." Vergil took out a thin drawing board and quickly drew it with charcoal. "You can go by yourself... You have no trouble finding your way?"
"I have confidence in my memory," Nemo whispered.
"I'm really sorry." Vergil sighed, rubbing his nose uncomfortably. "I promised to take you there."
"Don't worry, it's a common occurrence." Nemo finally put down his hood, and the loose hair tickled the back of his neck, which he wasn't used to.
Fergil put on the mask again, and placed a tightly wrapped paper bag and a thin piece of crystal on the wooden table. "This is dry food. The Church of the Abyss will not provide food to visitors. You should be able to condense water, right?"
Nemo nodded uncertainly.
He put away the charcoal and put the thin drawing board with the things on the table. "And this roadmap... I'm going out first, you have a good rest."
With Virgil's departure, the colors of everything in the room returned to normal. Nemo's whole body suddenly relaxed. He threw his staff, threw off his shoes, jumped onto the stone bed, and shrunk into a corner of the room with the book in his arms. Black shadows rose up from around him, sticking to every weak gap in the room, while blocking the door tightly.
After reading this thing before sunrise, the sunrise reported to Oliver that he was safe. Then he absolutely has to sleep until noon in one breath.
However, Oliver's side was not as easy as he thought.
After the silent knights left, Oliver began to paint the camouflage circle again bitterly. From time to time he touched the crystal sheet in his pocket with his hand—even though it was some time before sunrise, he couldn't help rubbing it a few times.
"If you're worried about Nemo." Ann completed the Stealth Circle ahead of schedule again. "I can assure you, don't look at the horrific appearance of the silent knights, your sweetheart can take down an entire team alone."
"Strength is one thing, mood is another." Oliver drew much faster this time than the first time, "I hope it goes well on their side."
He threw away the branches with satisfaction and nodded to the newly drawn formation. And three seconds later, when he triggered the magic circle again, Oliver was a little dumbfounded for a moment. They were hiding behind a tree again—his tent might never be set up, Oliver thought a little somberly.
The newcomer this time has nothing in common with the Silent Knight, it can be said that it is the complete opposite. The man rode on a white horse with no stray hair, and his silver armor shone dimly in the moonlight. He was not wearing a helmet, and his short, burgundy hair was very soft.
"…Is there going to be an exhibition of knights here?" Ann muttered in a low voice, "Why would the Judgment Knights of the Rad Sect come to such a hellish place alone?"
Her voice was so low that Oliver, who was so close, couldn't hear her clearly. However, the knights of judgment not far away suddenly turned to their direction - he turned his horse's head and rushed forward, and bowed his body on the horse, the long sword in his hand was shining with silver light.
This time Ann cursed loudly. Oliver glanced sadly at the disguised magic circle that had lost its effectiveness again, and drew the sword of rest.
The battle was much simpler than they had imagined.
"Don't struggle, okay?" Oliver began to apply the camouflage circle for the third time, his eyes blank. And the knight of judgment was being entangled by rattan, and was locked in a simple cage made of ice thorns. "We're really not going to do anything."
"Despicable Black Badge!" The Judgment Knight's tone was still full of shock, "Your footwork... That's the advanced footwork of the Judgment Knight, where did you come from—"
Learned from your former head of the regiment. Oliver answered in his heart, keeping his mouth shut. The movement of the person in front of him is completely a degraded version of Adrian Cross, and he can react to what he is going to do when he raises his sword Oliver. The entire fight didn't even last five minutes.
Not even the Fuller Goat moved, it was still quietly chewing the grass.
"Looks like... Cough, who's training is good." The female warrior was obviously tired of repeating the arrangement of the hidden magic circle, and she began to tease the white horse with the carrots in her luggage. "Speaking of which, with such a guy, do we really have to hide?"
"We are just performing tasks related to the Church of the Abyss." Oliver rubbed his face and walked to the judgement knight. "You don't need to care about our origins, we will leave in a few days."
"These days." The knight snorted disdainfully, his pale blue eyes flashing with anger. "You really pick your time."
"Speaking of this, what are you doing here?"
"Do you think I'll tell you?" The judge knight strangled his neck, posing as if he wanted to kill or slash you.
"What to do, Commander?" An yawned. "He looked like he didn't want to let us go."
"It's a good idea to stun him and throw it away. We do have animal-repelling powder here to ensure that he wakes up alive." Oliver rubbed his temples, "But if there is another group of silent knights, this gentleman will definitely be found."
"so?"
"Take it first." Oliver stopped the hand of the drawing circle, and continued to set up the tent in resignation, ignoring the angry gaze of the judgement knight. "Anyway, he can't do anything... An, this time you can draw a camouflage circle."
The trial knight obviously did not believe that the two snake-level black badges in front of him would stop there. Until the eastern sky began to turn white, the two squatted in front of the tent and began to cook soup in a small pot.
"You almost threw the crystal pieces into the soup to boil." Ann poked the soft-boiled carrots in the soup with a fresh peeled branch, with more pity in her tone, "The sun hasn't come out yet, relax. Even if the entire Church of Silent exploded, Nemo would be fine."
Oliver silently rubbed the bread in his hands, and then saw that he was about to shove the crystals into his mouth. Ann stretched out the branch dipped in soup, slowly pressed down Oliver's hand holding the crystal sheet, and tapped his hand that was rubbing the bread.
"You should be glad that Dylan was not there, otherwise he would be able to laugh at you for a month." The female warrior shook her head, "It's nice to be young."
Chaoyang finally took his head, and at the same time, the crystal suddenly burst into a crack, and Oliver bounced on the spot.
"Oli?" Nemo's voice came from the crystal sheet, "We infiltrated the Church of the Abyss."
"Is it okay?" Oliver kept his tone steady. With the conversation, the cracks on the crystal sheet became denser.
"..." Nemo's voice paused for a moment. "From an aesthetic point of view, I prefer Radism."
Oliver curled the corners of his mouth: "It's fine."
"It's alright." Nemo's muttered voice revealed some dissatisfaction, "I didn't act with you, I'm a little unaccustomed to it."
The crystal pieces snapped, and the communication was forced to terminate. Oliver closed the mouth he had just opened, his expression a little stiff. A few steps away, the knight of judgment kept his eyes closed all night. At this moment, he was looking at the scene in front of him with disbelief.
"Yeah, a great conspiracy." An poured himself a bowl of soup and poked an extra piece of boiled jerky. "That's our team leader's boyfriend, who just conveyed such important information as the Abyss Church's incompetence in aesthetics. Do you have anything else to ask, this gentleman?"
The trial knight snorted coldly, and turned his head again.
Only this time his attitude was not as firm as the first time.
When Nemo opened his eyes again, the strong afternoon sunlight poured into the room through the small window in the room, and everything looked less cold and hard than at night. A good memory can also have a bad effect, and it took him less than a few minutes to read the Doctrines that Rad taught. The only hope is to contact Oliver, but that piece of crystal is really fragile - it seems that the Church of the Abyss' tolerance towards them is not unreasonable.
He rubbed the crystal powder in his hand and moved the shadow away from the door. After a brief glance at the route map on the table, Nemo put the dry food in his pocket and picked up the staff next to the bed again. He took a deep breath and opened the door with a death-like aura—
Then he stuck his head out and looked around.
As Virgil said, the Silent Church in the daytime is almost invisible. Nemo calmed down, put on his hood again, and headed towards his destination, leaning on his staff. According to the route map, the library is located on the basement level in the second half of the church. The structure of the entire Silent Church is not very symmetrical, causing the passages to be twisted and twisted, and the corridors are like passages of ant nests, which are very difficult to recognize. It took him almost an hour to find the "white stone gate" indicated in the destination.
The only luck was probably that he didn't really meet anyone along the way. With gratitude to the God of Luck, Nemo looked around the empty space again, and pushed the door with satisfaction.
"We're here." Just as Shimen made a sound of moving, a velvety female voice came from behind him. "Is it the same area as last time, Lord Bagelmore?"
Nemo froze.
He almost missed the staff in his hand. It was too obvious to grab the hood now, and he moved slowly, stepped aside, lowered his head as much as he could—then tried to look out the edge of the hood.
He could see the woman's long black dress, and then up—the swollen head that didn't match the enchanting body at all, and the delicate black gauze hat. The Bishop of the Abyss, Hagen Ingram, was holding a thin, twig-like pole inlaid with gold bones, and the Grey Parrot was standing high on the thin pole. There are several rune ornaments that exude a powerful breath around it, and the protective instruments on its claws are filled with precious small gems, shining with fine light.
Nemo dropped his head even lower, and even slumped his shoulders slightly. Although he did intend to have a good talk with Grey Parrot, the plan did not include a bystander Bishop of the Abyss. Bagelmore is arrogant by nature, and it shouldn't pay so much attention to a "human" who occasionally passes by.
In fact the grey parrot didn't notice him, it was someone else who noticed him.
"Oops." Hagen Ingram stopped, holding out her free hand and pinching Nemo's chin in a natural way. "You were yesterday's visitor, that handsome lad."
The head was lifted by external force, and Nemo's whole face was suddenly exposed.
"Ah." He sighed dejectedly.
"Ah!!!" Bagelmore let out an earth-shattering scream.
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )