Oliver sat on the icy slate. Impossible, he thought. He absolutely shot down every piece of metal, without omission.
However, the charred trees disappeared from view, and the grassy smell at the edge of the forest turned into a stale smell unique to the confined space. His sword was still in the scabbard, but his helmet was taken off when he arrived at his destination, which should be still in the camp. Oliver touched his face subconsciously, he was still breathing and his heart was beating fast.
This is a small room, surrounded by densely painted circles. Oliver didn't hesitate, raised his hand and hit the door.
Then the overwhelming, sharp pain overwhelmed him.
Before the power was successfully activated, his sword instantly fell to the ground. Oliver was half-kneeling on the slate, gasping for breath—if one feels pain in death, it's roughly the same. Like flesh being crushed in a meat grinder, or thrown into hot lead water. His brain boiled almost instantly, and if he did it again, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stay awake successfully.
His vision became blurred, and cold sweat dripped on the ground. I don't know how long it took before the pain slowly dissipated. Oliver swallowed hard, and carefully put his hand to his neck.
The narrow and thin metal clings to the skin of his neck, light as nothing, and the surface is uneven, like a strange decoration.
Or a collar.
calm. Oliver clenched the sword of rest and leaned his back into the corner. Calm down, Oliver Ramon. The previously unknown demon believer was also hit by this trick, and with the exception of Alban, the handling of demon believers has always been looser. In other words, this is not a completely closed death row, but a place closer to the "suspicious person's prison".
He is not even a demon believer, and the black chapter's resume is completely verifiable. There should be room for things to turn around.
Oliver doesn't quite know the definition of "guilt without war". But if his considerations were correct, those knights only knew that Fogil was a demon warlock, and did not confirm his identity. And he wore a helmet when he was fighting, and he was not teleported away in front of the knights.
The other party's evidence does not stand.
There are countless religions on the surface, and the Muni religion is second only to the Radism in size - but neither of the two currently has the power to directly execute people beyond the law. Even if the bishop of the abyss is caught, it stands to reason that he has to go through the trial of his country of origin and deal with it according to the corresponding laws.
He has an unfinished contract in hand, and it should be justifiable to claim that he just happens to be disguised as a silent knight on a mission. After all, he didn't actually create any chaos in this incident. The only thing to worry about is Alban's draconian laws for demonic associates, he may suffer a little at trial, and things may not be so easy to resolve.
But no matter what, sin does not die.
He had to go back as soon as possible, as soon as possible to get back to Nemo. Oliver thought for a moment, retracted the sword into the scabbard, and retracted the whole person into the corner - try to cooperate as much as possible, try to be as innocuous as possible, it should be useful.
He didn't wait long. Less than half an hour later, a man as thin as a mummified corpse walked into his room. The man's face was like a dead man, his voice was broken, and his tone was terrible. Like Oliver is a rat with a skin disease.
"Boy, follow me." He rolled his eyes impatiently.
After going out, Oliver discovered the source of that impatience—he wasn't the only "sinner". Thin metal collars gleamed on dozens of necks. The sinners, men and women, young and old, all dressed differently, the only thing they had in common was a lethargic spirit. Oliver stood there in the armor of a silent knight, and many people straightened their necks in horror and stepped back.
The corpse-like thin man made a toothache-like sound, and he made a random gesture, and the few people who retreated suddenly let out a shrill howl. They covered their necks and stood back to their original positions.
"I'm not a silent knight," Oliver said hurriedly, carefully ripping off the long thorns on his armor before standing in the line. "It's just a disguise for the mission..."
A tingling pain exploded in his neck, and Oliver gasped.
"It's too early to defend yourself." The thin man's tone was still cold and impatient, "Be quiet."
"Awesome brother, tsk tsk, this outfit." The small man standing in front of him turned his head, his voice was extremely low, and his face was full of fake smiles. His hair was short and sparse, his stature was short and plump, his small eyes were bright, and he looked like a mole with smooth fur. "Never mind those bastards in charge, their mouths always stink like shitholes. Is this your first time? Gee, I've got a lot of experience with this place—"
Oliver sighed and grabbed the stubby wrist that was stroking the side pocket of the armor. "Sir, I have nothing of value on me."
Mr. Mole's smiling face suddenly collapsed, he let out a cold snort, and turned his head back resolutely.
Good, Oliver thought. Judging by this guy's savvy attitude, the situation should be similar to what he estimated. He thought for a moment, then tapped Mr. Mole on the shoulder in front of him.
"But I do have a little money," he said softly. Yes, he did—it wasn't his armor, and a true silent knight wouldn't have jingling coins in his pocket. Fortunately, the gold coins that Mr. Vergil had just given him were still in his pockets. "You said you were experienced here?"
Hearing the word "money", Mr. Mole's ears twitched and he finally turned his head again. "uh-huh."
"If you can provide useful information, I can pay you a certain amount."
"How many?"
"If I can... I will pay after the trial, a gold coin."
Mr. Mole swallowed: "Deal, what do you want to know?"
The other party did not raise any objection. It seems that the trial will not take too long and things will not be too complicated. Oliver felt a little relieved.
"It's really my first time here." In order to prove that he didn't mean to be a white wolf with empty gloves, Oliver quietly took out a gold coin and shook it around. Mr. Mole's eyes brightened instantly. "Where are we going? What's the next process?"
"Hey, it's no big deal. You see this, they don't dare to treat felons like that. Here's a bunch of guys with two more devils, we're going to the Water Court - what did you do? "
He touched more than two more hands, and Oliver was at a loss for words. "Uh... the crime of not fighting?"
"Ouch, it's amazing." The little man like a mole slapped his mouth, "I've been around for so long, and I haven't seen a demon warlock yet! You're still protecting yourself, you're really brave. Which one? Demon Warlock? As far as I know, there are only a few more famous ones now."
"It's not convenient to say." Oliver replied vaguely, "He's unknown, and he shouldn't have hurt anyone." Not to mention that he hasn't hurt anyone, other religions used to regard Duran Fergil as a hero.
"Oh," Mr. Mole was suddenly disinterested, and he scratched his thinning scalp. "Don't worry, a crime without a fight won't kill anyone—unless you assist a lunatic in committing a serious crime with proven evidence. If you only do a little favor, the other party won't do much harm... Maybe ten years at most, ten years at most. come out."
He couldn't wait ten years, Oliver rubbed his temples.
"I'm Al himself, Black Seal." Oliver added some information, "They shouldn't have any evidence that I helped him."
"That's not easy to say! Do you have an ongoing mission?" Mr. Mole deliberately lowered his tone, "It's better to be the one that can explain where you appeared."
Oliver hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"I've seen this situation a lot. You just need to blame all the faults on the client. Even if the task is not recorded, you only need to say that it was the client's instructions, and you don't know about it. Everything will be fine!" The short and fat man rubbed his hands. "There is no evidence. According to the rules, they have to arrest your client for confrontation - believe me, it is very troublesome to have no evidence, and 80% of people can't be caught. At most, a wanted order will affect your client for a while. In a few days, they will have to let you go."
"No." Oliver replied firmly. Mr. Fogil's current situation is very delicate. As a demon warlock with a depleted power and a superior demon, the last thing he needs is extra attention. "Is there no other way?"
"Then you can only insist on your 'suddenly wanting to do good', and don't know the object of your assistance." Mr. Mole's face twitched a few times, "I said, dear sir, why do you have to make trouble with yourself? Aren't you a black chapter? Don't play the fake one."
Oliver twitched the corners of his mouth weakly: "I really don't need it, thank you for your suggestion. I will insist that I don't know."
"Okay, but you have to think about it, this situation will not be good for you. If you are a good boy, things will be easier... Heizhang is not a flattering identity."
"That is to say... there is no immediate way to get rid of the crime."
"Unless you can promise to catch that Demon Warlock and pay for it." Mr. Mole shrugged.
"Is there a difference in how different charges are handled?" Oliver decided to find other ways to solve the problem, he pointed to the metal ring around his neck. "We have to carry this with us all the time?"
"Of course not!" muttered Mr. Mole in a low voice, "what do you think, they'll definitely take it back when you're sentenced. It's something that only death row prisoners keep... and it has to be special power. Only the kind of death row prisoners who are strong will stay. Why, do you think this thing is cheap and can be found everywhere?"
It seems that Mooney has made a lot of money this time. When the knights clean the battlefield, they should pick up the pieces of metal that he knocked off one by one. He thought bitterly.
That's okay, as long as he picks this thing, he definitely has a way to escape. Oliver rubbed his chin—all he had to do was to minimize his charges so that the impact of this escape would not be too bad. "Thank you, uh, you're..."
"Micah," said Mr. Mole-Micah, rubbing his nose. "and you?"
"Oliver Ramon." Oliver held out a hand politely.
"Fuck, are you Ramon from the Black Badge?" Mika's eyes widened, and she raised her voice subconsciously. The thin man gave him a gloomy glance, and Micah hurriedly shrank his neck, his volume plummeting. "You're the guy who took Adrian Cross?"
"..." It may be that Nemo gave him too much impact, and Oliver completely forgot the influence of the former knight commander. "Yes."
"You're really courageous." Mika rolled her small eyes and made a loud tut tut from her mouth. "But to be honest, it's not good for your trial. Didn't that Cross hook up with the superior demons, apostate? You are typical pro-demonic tendencies... You'll have to pay sooner, before they before taking you away."
Oliver laughed dryly.
The line moved forward slowly, with no end in sight. Oliver clenched his fists, anxiety gnawing at his nerves. Hurry up, he prayed fast in his heart, time had better pass faster. Nemo should have finished with the Silent Church. He must have been waiting for himself, and they had agreed to have a good talk when it was over.
He couldn't leave him at a time like this.
Near the ruins of the Church of Silence.
Nemo's fingers penetrated deep into the muscles of his upper arm. In the burning pain, he finally managed to calm down. He pulled his fingers out and stared at the bright red blood on them. At the same time, I could feel the blood hole on the upper arm muscle creeping and healing, and the pain dissipated like a hallucination.
He smiled weakly, gropingly grabbed the staff that was rolling aside, leaning on it and trying to stand up. Nemo restrained all the breaths in his body and locked them firmly in his body. If you look at the strength of the momentum, he is not even as good as an ordinary person at this moment. Like an empty shell, or a corpse. A few surveillance insects finally dared to sway and approach, and they were nailed to the air by the abyss spell in the next second.
This time Nemo didn't tear the space right away.
Nemo recognized the holy symbol of Radism in the distance, and the Knights of Judgment and the Knights of Silence were slaughtering each other aggressively. After the fall of the church, the lines of the Silent Knights were visibly shaken. They were retreating, their movements became hesitant, and their well-trained onslaught eventually turned into madness. And Orori was the center of the storm. The warriors wielding great swords were still mercilessly slashing everywhere, and their armors were dyed red with thick blood plasma.
The roar was mixed with screams, sawing through the air and drilling into his ears.
Nemo could guess the reason why Orori didn't leave. The movement of Corlestoro's body returning to the abyss is not small, and the superior demon killer is 80% aware of what he has done, and decides to determine the danger level of the culprit.
The whole world suddenly became very distant, and Nemo's nose was a little sore. He subconsciously touched the small bag on his waist, but it was empty - he reacted for a while before remembering that those sour Shajiao plums had sunk into the abyss with the broken altar.
When he sees Oliver again, he'll have to ask for another bag. he thought.
Nemo gripped the staff tightly, took a deep breath, and pressed the end of the staff to the black dirt. Black rot was sucked into the yellow-white bone ball, dyeing it a hollow pitch black. The surrounding land began to gradually fade black, revealing its original appearance of tan. After the toxin was condensed, Nemo held the staff in both hands, trying to sense every life on the battlefield. He can only sense the strength of the warriors' combat power and can't tell the camp, but that doesn't matter—
He carefully filtered the magic through the modified bone balls, letting it mix in the qualities of decay and blight. Then lock all the people in the battle, and let go of the momentum suddenly.
For a moment, the battlefield fell silent.
Not out of self-righteous kindness or blind asylum, it's just that he's smelled enough blood today. If Oliver was here, Nemo thought. If Oliver had this power, he shouldn't be completely blind to it. They always have an amazing tacit understanding on these "silly" things.
He has no intention of interfering in the grievances of the Abyss Church and other surface religions, but Orori came for him, so at least let him handle this matter well.
A simple question - he had read enough books that he knew the answer in advance.
When will people stop wars
…when a more terrifying common enemy emerges.
All the people on the battlefield stopped at the same time, the waving blade stopped in the air, and the condensed magic circle dissipated instantly. That aura was too heavy, too powerful to be real. In comparison, the strong killing intent in the air was like the lazy warmth in the bed. If Orori at the center of the battlefield is "dangerous", the sudden pressure can only be described in one word. Whether it was the believers of the Abyss Church or the Judgement Knights, the reactions were unexpectedly consistent—
That's "monster".
Everyone was not mentally prepared, and the most brave warriors were also held in place by the sudden attack, as if the time in this space was completely frozen. The surveillance insects that were circling back and forth in the sky fell to the mud with a crackle, the eyeballs in the abdomen burst open, and the six insect legs twitched weakly.
Only Aurora suddenly raised her head.
A few steps away from the blood-stained superior demon, a ferocious opening opened in the space. A black-robed figure appeared beside him, the aura of decay and withering was entangled in a chaotic mass, and Orori couldn't even discern the essence of that power from experience. The other party covered his entire appearance with a black phantom, and at the same time deliberately concealed his magical characteristics.
Except for the fact that it is unreasonably strong.
"I have no intention of destroying the surface." The magically processed voice whispered, with a flat tone. "Please come back... please."
The black robe figure did not look at the people who were comically frozen, and simply split a crack and disappeared at the other end of the space crack. Orori inserted the great sword into the mud, and his face behind the helmet was extremely ugly.
It wasn't his delusion—the other party sent Colestoro back to the abyss not with some kind of prop or unique ability, but with pure brute force. If this is the case, even with the experience of thousands of years, he is not the opponent of that black-robed demon at all.
When did such a dangerous guy appear on the surface
Seeing that his target disappeared, Orori put the great sword back on his back. He ignored those who were still stiff and walked straight away from the battlefield.
After dealing with Aurora's affairs in the shortest time, Nemo moved quickly to the destination - he didn't even have to sense, Ann didn't mention the gathering place, then it must be a place he knew. He walked through the crack in the space and walked towards the vibrant forest in front of him.
Something happened to Oliver. He thought blankly, although he was not as good as himself, Oliver was a real and rare powerhouse. He's clear-headed and never let his guard down naively - what could happen to him like that
Nemo wanted to rush over in the next second, but he didn't dare to step forward. In the end, he gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and ran towards the place where the breath was most concentrated.
He thought about many scenarios in advance, Oliver was injured - or worse, seriously injured. Or suffered some kind of mental attack, lost his will, or even got poisoned. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he seriously envisioned countless miserable scenes. But that's okay, Nemo thought, he can cure him. As long as Oliver had his breath left, he would be able to save him.
But he just hadn't thought about this one.
Ann stood against a tree trunk, eyes downcast. Virgil's complexion was ashen, and Colestoro was still asleep. Adrian Cross frowned, still wet sweat on his face. And Jesse Dillon stood beside the knight commander, with a rare expressionless face, and the grey parrot almost shrunk into a ball on his shoulder.
Nemo checked left and right, but couldn't find the familiar figure - he reluctantly looked at it again, and even used his strength to probe it.
Oliver is not here.
"What about people?" he asked in confusion, speaking extremely slowly, as if trying to save something.
Ann threw out a few dead surveillance bugs, which were scorched by lightning, giving off an unpleasant scorched smell. "We had a successful rendezvous. These things seem to be sticking to Oliver, he..." She restrained her careless attitude and glanced at Nemo cautiously. "He just disappeared."
Nemo said nothing. He stood on the spot, his eyes had returned to human appearance. The black robe on his body was stained with mud and blood, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders, with a hint of despair. The black-haired youth clenched the staff in his hand and looked straight at Ann, as if waiting for her to continue explaining.
"I don't know." Ann looked away, looking a little sad. "I'm sorry, I really—"
"Describe." Adrian Cross said promptly. His tone was as steady as ever, and he stepped forward and put his left hand on Nemo's shoulder. "Mr. Wright, calm down. Don't think too much of it yet."
"Yeah." Nemo replied obediently, looking a little overwhelmed.
"The blue arc, I saw a little metal reflection." Ann scratched her scalp, "That's it, it's gone."
"We met the Mooneys," Fergil added quickly. "They used that thing to pass away a demon cult. It looked like a thin piece of metal, about the size of a playing card." He gestured with his hand out. down.
Adrian Cross frowned, then he let out a slow sigh of relief. Nemo immediately turned his gaze to the knight commander's face, as if the answer would be written on the other's face in the next second.
"It's no big deal, I remember that thing," Adrian said. "You met Mooney's sworn knights, and they like to call that thing a sin contract—they teleport people to a place." Nemo's The state looked awful, so he omitted another function of it for the time being.
"Where?" Nemo asked immediately.
"Island Court." Adrian replied simply, and An said "ah".
"Give me a spot," Nemo continued decisively. "I'll pick him up."
"No, you can't go." It was not Adrian who spoke this time, but Jesse Dylan. He stared at Nemo's reaction with interest, and the sentence he spat out had a certain indubitable meaning. "Island Court is well-defended, and I can probably guess what you're trying to do. Trust me, if you do it—the whole tumbleweed will be a public enemy on the surface, waiting for us every day of shit."
"I'm not going to hurt anyone," Nemo said slowly, stepping up to Jesse.
"It's enough to 'break through the defense easily and take people away'." Jesse didn't avoid Nemo's eyes. "Island Court is not Hiram's dungeon, and your tricks won't be used a second time."
"...We know what you are capable of, Nemo." Ann's tone was soothing, "Clos is right, there is no major problem for the time being. Oliver is not injured, and with his mind, he will not cause trouble for himself. "
Nemo closed his eyes. He gripped the fabric on his chest, squeezed his lungs hard, and let out a long breath.
"I'm sorry." He lowered his head slightly, as if his voice was not his own. "I wasn't very calm just now... Mr. Cross, you seem to be familiar with the Island Court?"
"Understand a little." Adrian Cross nodded, "According to my guess, Mr. Ramon is likely to be convicted of 'no war'."
"The crime of not fighting?"
"Get close to the devil and protect the demon warlock." The former knight commander glanced at the bone hand behind Virgil. "The more times, the heavier the punishment. In my opinion, Mr. Ramon's sin is not to die for - whether it is taking me in or assisting Mr. Vergil, it is still within the allowable range of the surface agreement, except for one thing that is more difficult."
Adrian Cross glanced at Nemo, "The original incident in Signpost... Now that I know it was Flint Lopez, I believe his death has nothing to do with the two of you. But The crime has been recorded, and if it is used by someone with a heart, there are indeed variables in theory."
No, it does matter. That's what the Church of the Abyss did.
by his followers.
"As long as it's not a capital crime, I think Oliver can escape by himself." An Fei quickly interjected, "Based on his usual performance, his strength will definitely be underestimated. Although he is a regular fool, he is not really stupid. Go to jail for a few years."
"What if that charge goes away?" Nemo licked his chapped lips and said with some difficulty. "If that charge goes away, is he absolutely safe?"
"...what are you going to do?" Ann's tone was a little worried, "I understand your mood, but..."
"It was done by the Church of the Abyss." Nemo spoke slowly and sounded uncomfortable. "...I just need to know who it is. If the real prisoner is caught, it should be enough to overturn his conviction."
"Mr. Wright, how do you know this?" Adrian was very direct. "Only the top of the church can understand this kind of thing."
Nemo pulled out a wry smile. "I know it might sound crazy, but I…"
Before he could finish his sentence, the collar was firmly grasped, and Jesse bluntly dragged him away from the crowd.
"Don't do stupid things." After adding a soundproof magic circle, a meaningful smile appeared on the face of the blond young man. "Have you forgotten who Cross is?... And Savage, trust me, you wouldn't want to know her reaction."
Nemo looked at each other a little sadly: "Should I thank you for not running away?"
"You are indeed stronger than me, but the pursuit of excitement is the greatest joy in my life." Jessie licked the corner of her mouth, smiling a little maliciously. "You wouldn't want to confess now."
"I'll treat you as a fortune teller, Dylan." Nemo stared at each other's happy blue eyes. "Tell me, will Ollie die?"
"Won't."
"…then will he be all right?"
"No." Jesse's smile looked gloomy under the answer. "To be honest, your idea is very good, and I strongly advise you to leave quickly."
Nemo turned around and directly raised his hand to destroy the soundproof circle. So be it, he thought. He will return to Road Sign Town as quickly as possible, look for clues to locate the real murderer, and then hand over the murderer to the isolated island court. The sooner the better.
"Mr. Cross, if it's the worst." He looked towards Adrian, his voice inexplicably calm. "How long does the process take from trial to formal conviction?"
"For capital punishment, three weeks."
"Okay." Nemo said, "I will find the real murderer within three weeks. As for my method of obtaining information... I don't want to lie to you, I can only guarantee that the answer is not obtained by hurting others."
The former Judge Knight Commander watched him silently.
Yes, he will remove all possible hidden dangers, meet Oliver as soon as possible, and confess everything to him. Whether Oliver escapes or not, this will be Nemo Wright's last mission in Tumbleweed.
Until he is sure that his "true self" is no threat to his companions.
on a remote island.
Oliver clenched the gold coin, not quite sure whether this small transaction would go smoothly. It's not because he wants to default, but because the condition of his counterparty is really not good.
"Death?" McCain screamed, her voice terrified and hopeless. "I just stole a bottle of perfume from that bastard! Just a damn perfume!"
"The 'that bastard' you're talking about happens to be Duke Helms."
"I didn't know he was a duke, hell! Would a duke get drunk in a country tavern?"
"It doesn't matter. The facts are quite clear. As a refugee, you have stolen the legal property of a duke."
"I'll give it back to him... I can give it back to him, please, please—"
"It's not important." The elderly judge looked tired, and his tone became more impatient. Thick books were stacked on both sides of him into tall towers, and an exquisite bell was placed in the only place where no books were placed.
"Please sir, I'm a refugee, you know what's going to happen to me! Have mercy, I'm just a trivial piece of trash and will never come in handy on the battlefield—"
"The evidence is convincing, and everyone gets what they get. Send this to the Withered Castle." The old man tapped the bell with a wonderful sound on the table, "Next."
Mika let out a high-pitched, shrill scream, so desperate that it didn't sound like a human could make it. His chubby face was as pale as paper, and his face was suddenly filled with sweat mixed with snot and tears. Those small eyes twitched wildly, as if a life-saving straw would suddenly stick out of the surrounding air. But the floor beneath his feet cracked mercilessly, and he only had time to let out another broken wailing.
Floor closed. Oliver stood where Maika was standing, with cold hands and feet.
"Oliver Ramon, um, Al himself... Alban's laws, let's see, let's see." The judge put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and waved, a book thick enough to smash a person to death from It flew out of the tower and spread out in front of him. "Oh, trouble."
He glanced at Oliver over his glasses. "Snake-level black badge, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have anything to defend yourself?"
"What about my crime, sir?"
"Okay, sly boy. This is the most interesting part." The judge tapped the wooden table with his fingers. "Your sin deed is marked. It was sent by the sworn knight of the Mooney religion, and the location is near the church of the abyss. But we have not received any corresponding accusation reports until now."
Oliver remained cautiously silent.
"You stay here for a few more days." The judge moved his shoulders and picked up the small hammer that struck the bell. "Go back to your containment room, next—"
The bell suddenly rang frantically, a letter appeared from the table in front of the judge, and the old man's voice stopped abruptly. He picked up the letter from the magic circle, slowly opened it with a letter opener, and started.
Then his brows tightened.
"... Bring this upstairs." The judge's eyes became sharp, as if he had just woken up from a nap. "There is a request from the gatekeeper to give him a full guilt test, and the cost will be borne by them."
The "full culpability test" doesn't sound like a good thing. Oliver's heart stopped for a moment, and an ominous foreboding strangled his heart. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but with this thought, the metal collar around his neck began to ache.
But now no one can let him inquire about the news.
It turns out that his intuition was correct. The full culpability test was like digging malice in every bone of his life, and Oliver couldn't figure out when he had offended the so-called "gatekeepers" that led them to want him to be punished so badly.
But he survived the outlandish quizzes.
He had a clear conscience for all his decisions about this life - no hatred, no remorse. No runaway anger, no deliberate violence. He stood in that dimly lit room for four hours. Except for the "known fact" that he "killed his father with his own hands", the testing and monitoring did not pick out any flaws.
"If you force it, re-conviction with this one is in line with the requirements over there... It just takes too long." The test inspector looked even more tired than Oliver, mumbling incessantly. "More than three weeks... ugh."
The test proceeded flatly until the last one.
A shriveled human heart floated in the crystal container, beating slowly, an unpleasant sticky dark red. It was placed in front of Oliver, I don't know if it was an illusion, Oliver always felt that the heart was looking at him.
"Can you be loyal?" the Test Inspector asked tirelessly.
"No." Oliver stared down at the chain on his wrist.
The beating of the dry heart suddenly became violent.
"Lie!" The sleepy test inspector immediately came to his senses.
"Really not." Oliver frowned, "I'm only loyal to myself."
"…You mean you unknowingly swore an oath to someone big and didn't know about it?" The Test Inspector raised his eyebrows, "Do I look like a fool? Well, you Not like a slave, not like a servant... Let's start with the basics. Are you a knight?"
"No, I have never met any king."
The strange heart was beating so violently that it was about to smash the crystal container into pieces.
"A lie, another lie." The test inspector squeezed the quill and quickly made a note on the board. "Very well, it looks like you are a knight. Now let's look at your status, your love and loyalty—"
The chain pulled Oliver's hand towards the crystal container, which was surprisingly warm to the touch.
Like being enveloped in liquid gold, the nauseating dry heart gradually turned golden. It pulsed smoothly and powerfully, exuding vigorous vitality.
"It seems that you love your king deeply and have deep loyalty to him." There was a little more sarcasm in the test inspector's tone. "Finally can't hide, huh? Listen, boy. This test is going to cost a fortune, and if you're just trying to make fun of an innocent person, no one's going to pay a lot of money to make such a joke."
"...Is there really nothing wrong with this thing? I have never participated in any canonization ceremony." Oliver murmured. He desperately searched for all the memories that could be traced back, but found no clues.
"No problem, this is a once-less-used treasure. As long as the conditions are met, nothing escapes its perception - you must be allegiance to a king, or someone whose rank is equal to a king, and the other party recognizes your knight. status, and had the exact canonization ceremony."
"Then now, I'm going to start checking your identity, Mr. Ramon." The test inspector turned around and took out a thick, beautifully bound booklet from the shelf. "If you're not in the knighthood of any country or religion on the surface, you're in big trouble."
He glanced at Oliver's armor of the silent knight. "Allegiance to the knights of the abyss... You know what? With that alone, we can skip all the forensics."
"In the laws of all countries, that is an unquestioned capital crime."
,Wonderful!
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