This city is not too big, but since the mercenary guild chose to establish a branch here, it is indeed not a small place. The town was very lively in the afternoon, the sound of hooves rolling over the uneven stone bricks. Vendors pulling carts on two wooden wheels sell cold jam tarts and rye bread, served for two with a cup of sweet herbal soup. People passed by the door of the mercenary guild branch in a hurry, and would not cast too many eyes in this direction.
The building entrance cuts a shadow in the blazing sunlight. The sparse adventurers were huddling themselves in the shadows, taking off their hats cursingly, revealing tanned, sweaty skin.
There was only one person who was incompatible with the hot and dry atmosphere.
The dark-haired young adventurer was dressed simply, and the cloth was stained with dried blood and dirt. The soil loses moisture and turns into a powder, which becomes slightly whitish, especially on dark fabrics. He was pulling a fuller goat with his luggage, and he was standing in the corner, away from the others who were sheltering from the sun.
This is not unusual, 80% of which is the unlucky person who just completed the arduous task. But the appearance of the black-haired young man was too good, and the female mercenaries who were wiping the sweat on their sleeves couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. Out of some strange intuition, no one came up to talk.
Because the hot breath stopped in front of the man, what seemed to be standing there was just a light and fluffy illusion, without the noisy and fresh breath unique to life-he didn't even sweat a drop.
The ladies sighed, peeked regretfully for a few more seconds, and then looked away.
Nemo could feel the curious gaze coming over, and right now he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to those innocent observations. Most of his attention was on the grey parrot on the ground—Baggarmoru was still lying on the ground, his bird's eyes wide open, rolling his eyes blankly at him.
After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Nemo sighed, lifted the still motionless grey parrot from the ground, and patiently repeated: "I can give you your power back, don't you want it?"
"Of course I do," whispered the grey parrot, "but why?"
It only escaped not long ago, which is not a commendable thing to look at. Baglmore knew very well that there was only one reason why it was still here—Wright definitely had some way of tracking it down, and running away again would be a stupid idea. Since there is no escape, self-defeating is also a way to go.
This piece of flesh and blood on the surface will sooner or later die. Bagelmore was terribly distressed, but it was convinced it was only a matter of time. Most of the power has been taken away by Wright long ago, and now it seems that the hope of regaining it is extremely slim.
The loss of this part of the power is a foregone conclusion.
Even if it is the only superior demon in the Ke Ruiwen flat snake group, the abyss is very large, and it is not difficult to hide it. When this piece of meat on the surface is destroyed, it must be hidden for a hundred or two hundred years before trying to go to the surface world. Wright never chased into the abyss.
Fear and trembling had become his habit, and Bagelmore even began to feel numb. As it waited patiently for Wright to strike at him, the fat pie smashed it whole to the ground.
Come on, it's a real dream, Bagmoru thought solemnly.
"Because I don't know what might happen next, and you're too weak right now," Nemo said softly.
"Oh." The gray parrot's voice became louder, and the denial of reality filled it with inexplicable courage. "I tried to kill you at first."
"But you helped with that Witherspoon... we're even."
The gray parrot stared suspiciously at those silver-gray eyes: "Then why are you chasing me to the Abyss Church?"
"We took on Mr. Vergil's assignment, and I just wanted to have a word with you by the way."
"… Well, I'll trust you for now. But why are you increasing my power? You want me to protect the humans in the team? I tell you, this is absolutely impossible—"
"Protect yourself." Nemo said calmly, "...and just in case, one more combat power is one."
"It's strange, aren't you afraid that I'll change my shell after I regain my strength?" The grey parrot rolled his eyes, "A human body is much more convenient than a parrot—"
"…you know what's going to happen if you do that." Nemo raised an eyebrow.
The grey parrot clicks its beak shut.
"Okay." After a few seconds of silence, it muttered a little mournfully. "Parrots are parrots, give me your strength!"
Nemo moved his fingers quietly and reconfirmed that the sound insulation spell around him was stable enough: "I only know some theories about this... As long as it is in the mood of 'voluntary abandonment'?"
"Almost, isn't this something similar to instinct? Are you really... hey, why are you so stingy!" Seeing Nemo bit his finger, he suddenly forgot his fear, and his voice suddenly became an octave higher. "You're going to give me some blood? I lost-"
"It's very little blood." The wound on Nemo's fingertip healed instantly, leaving only a drop of blood on the outside. "Don't take it all, just dip it."
"Even if you are a complete superior demon, this is considered an insult!" The gray parrot stopped on Nemo's forearm dissatisfied, and the yellow bird's eyes stared straight at the drop of blood.
"I confirmed in the Church of the Abyss that I am not a complete superior demon..." Nemo said carefully.
"Really, really? Ouch, I said, how can a humanoid demon exist—"
"… the Demon Lord." Nemo's voice dropped even more.
A few steps away, the Fuller goat ruminated ignorantly, the mercenaries not far away were still joking, and the hawker's wooden cart had just turned in a different direction. The outstretched tongue of the grey parrot was about to touch the drop of blood, and then fell sharply, whizzing to the ground like a plasterer's tape.
The abnormal purple-black tongue was about to fall by a meter. Nemo took a few steps to pick up the tongue, rubbed the blood bead on the tip of the tongue very carefully, and then slowly stuffed it back into the parrot's mouth. He pinched the stiff, thin tongue, determined to temporarily hide the fact that "the demon kings of all dynasties have always been the same".
After two minutes, he finally tucked the grey parrot's drooping tongue back in as inconspicuously as possible, like a protruding cloth wick back into a light bulb. The effect was immediate, and he could instantly feel the change in the gray parrot's aura—like a half-dead dead branch re-stretching, and flowers full of thorns blossomed above the new leaves. Its momentum came to life, and it was no longer a worthless dust, and the dim star that Nemo had sensed suddenly became shining.
"Ah," said the grey parrot weakly, two tiny claws clasping at Nemo's forearm. "… what."
It didn't look happy at all, but rather listless. Nemo didn't dare to move, he just froze his arms, letting the grey parrot continue to sway on it.
"Ah—" the grey parrot continued, turning into a crow. It didn't even scream, it just kept groaning feebly.
"Let me know what you are." After a dozen times, the grey parrot finally muttered. "A piece of flesh and blood for this opportunity, this trip is enough. Well, let me end it."
It lay proudly on the stone brick in front of Nemo, eyes closed. Although the two paws were still twitching, they looked very firm.
But Bagelmore waited for a few minutes, but did not wait for any attack. It opened one eye, and Nemo still stood there quietly, without the slightest anger on his face—even a slight reddening of the circles under his eyes.
The grey parrot jumped up and stood up, raised his head with the aura of going out, and looked at each other suspiciously.
They were deadlocked for a full minute.
Possibly finding that the other party really didn't show any killing intent, Bagel Moruka pouted and seemed to have made a major decision - it silently looked at Nemo in front of him for a while, and then opened its wings.
Is it going to escape? Nemo closed his eyes, trying to suppress the chill in his heart.
The grey parrot did flutter its wings and took to the air. But unlike what Nemo had guessed, Baglmore didn't fly far, it just flew high weakly—
Then it stopped on top of Nemo's head.
"..." Nemo didn't know how to react for a while, but now he couldn't understand what Bagelmore was thinking.
"It's worth it," the grey parrot said solemnly over his head, in a very slow tone that had just the right mix of sullenness, self-sacrificing, and subtle smugness.
Then it picked up a strand of Nemo's hair and tugged it tentatively. Seeing that Nemo didn't respond, he even added a little more force.
"I'm really strong!" it finally announced slightly broken.
Nemo was a little worried about its mental state for a moment, and then he found that its magic fluctuations were not abnormal - its behavior was undoubtedly sincere. He reached out and grabbed the bird's neck, pulling the grey parrot off its head.
Just like when they first met.
Nemo put Bagelmore back on his shoulders. "Help me keep it a secret." His voice was low, but his tone was obviously much more soothing than before.
"Oh." The grey parrot stabbed its neck fearlessly, "That... can you call me something from Lord Bagelmore..."
"No." Nemo answered firmly, a smile finally showing in his voice.
In the mercenary guild branch, the progress of others was not smooth.
"... I'm willing to pay for my private house, as much as I can, it's not enough for me to give you an IOU." An said to the communication crystal set up by the guild, "Answer me Fenrir, I remember you have contacts in the Island Court - after all , people disappear before my eyes, it is my responsibility."
"Since you have already mentioned this." The voice of the head of the steel wolf mercenary regiment came from the other side, "Okay, I can help you connect... But this is an official transaction, you have to have an opinion on the price. Mental preparation."
"I'm still saying that, as much as you want." The female warrior murmured, pinching the corpse of the surveillance bug in her pocket.
"You need to wait for me... Thorne, Thorne!" The voice over the Crystal became distant and muffled.
"Yes, Captain."
"Help me find the mission report for the previous mission in the Island Court."
"No problem, may I ask who is over there...?"
"Savage, you should remember," Fenrir muttered. "Okay, hurry up, she's in a hurry."
An guarded the communication crystal and waited for an hour before finally getting the communication spell from the guardian of the isolated island court. She anxiously connected to the big communication crystal in front of her, licking her lips that were chapped and bleeding.
"Fenrir Troy?" An old and ugly voice came from the crystal. "Is there anyone else who wants to send the steel wolf?"
"No." The female warrior cleared her throat carefully, "Hello, I want to ask you something... The reward will be forwarded to you by Fenrir Troy."
"Oh—it's a young lady." The old man across from the crystal said in a disgusting voice, "what do you want to know? You have to know that if your little lover or whoever comes in here, you're not allowed to meet. ."
"I know, I only need to determine the status of one person." Ann ignored the other person's teasing, "Oliver Ramon, please help check the prisoner's situation, if there is one."
The old guard at the Lonely Island Court scratched the crystal embedded in his face. He turned his face and glanced at the empty short-term cell. It's terrible, he thought, the gatekeeper is desperate this time, and the Island Court has not completed the files and materials related to the procedures.
If the supervisor on the other side is fishing, things will be troublesome - according to the usual practice, the above will definitely put all the responsibility on him alone.
"There's a guy like Oliver Ramon," he replied in a tone of voice. "He's still here. This guy doesn't have enough information, so he'll have to take his time. You see, we have to do all the formalities neatly—"
"Crimes?" the female voice over Crystal asked dryly.
"I don't know." The old guard coughed, "but no matter what happened, he has to stay here for at least three weeks... if that's what you want to know."
"Thank you." The girl over Crystal replied solemnly.
"Don't forget the reward." The old guard responded immediately.
Ann cut off the communication crystal and breathed a sigh of relief. But she didn't intend to accept the guard's rhetoric. The female soldier quickly walked to the task table and began to issue tasks skillfully.
She had to watch Alban's prison to make sure that Oliver wasn't suddenly transferred - although the gatekeepers intervened, they had to follow the procedures of the Island Court, otherwise they would also be charged. They can talk about it later to see if there is a way to get the intelligence.
On the other hand, Adrian Cross also got what he wanted—
"About the task you released... The current information is here, dear guest." The female receptionist handed a thick leather book with both hands, and her movements were gentle and polite. "The guild is not responsible for the authenticity of the information in it, please consider it carefully and accept it by yourself."
Adrian Cross nodded and took the hardcover book with nothing on the cover with both hands.
"Are you teasing me?" Jesse Dylan curled the ends of her hair, "I'm right here, right in front of you, and you're looking at a pile of information about me... Oops, so romantic."
Adrian continued the information in the notebook without looking up.
"I heard that the knights of judgement don't lie, so I have to ask." The blond youth leaned closer, "Do you like me? Even a little—?"
"No." The knight commander continued earnestly.
"Then I will ask every day."
"As you like." Adrian frowned at the information in the book and turned a few more pages.
The world is not peaceful at the moment, he knows very well. Many refugees have unknown origins and are displaced, and he also knows. But all people will always leave some traces of permission to be traced in this world.
However, Jesse Dillon did not leave any traces that could be identified, and all the information was messy and ambiguous. After removing the paradoxical pile of data that was floating on the surface, all that was left was a blank slate.
Adrian continued to flip through the book, trying to find more useful information.
"You really aren't enthusiastic at all," Jesse muttered, still craned his neck, trying to glance at the information on the page. "I have a good idea. Would you like to have a drink in the evening?"
The former Knight Commander snapped the book shut, and he finally looked at Jesse, frowning tightly.
"Good," he said.
,Wonderful!
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