The bonfire in the center of the venue burned extremely high, and the cracked wood made a series of crisp sounds in the flames. The unique smell of burning wood fills the night wind, making the otherwise cool summer nights even hotter. People were dancing, and the sour taste of the inferior liquor was sprinkled on the grass with the exaggerated clinking of glasses. The men shouted loudly, while the ladies lifted their skirts and twirled, and the children screeched to and fro between the crowds.
Adrian originally thought that what awaited him would be a relatively quiet tavern, not a lively bonfire party.
Jesse directly opened his coat, loosened his blond hair, and pulled his arm freely into the crowd. He rushed all the way to the edge of the bonfire, picked up two glasses of fruit wine that tasted a bit nosey, and threw down a few coins briskly.
"Please." He shoved the dirty wooden wine glass into Adrian's hands, his fingers drenched from the full wine. "Don't be rude-"
The former knight commander lowered his head and glanced, and there were still fine grass clippings floating in the turbid liquor. Jesse, as if he hadn't seen it, filled the glass happily, and then began to scour the crowd, trying to get himself a snack.
Adrian took a sip, his eyes fixed on the blond hair shining in the night. I don't know if Jesse chose this occasion deliberately, the overly warm and relaxed atmosphere here makes him a little at a loss, and he doesn't even know where to start.
Adrian Close has met a lot of people. Logically speaking, it is difficult for a person to wash away the influence of one's birth - even if the situation has changed, there is always a trace of the past in one's bones. He is good at grasping that thread of clues, taking it as a foundation, and slowly figuring out the person in front of him.
Except this one.
He couldn't see where the other person came from, and Jesse Dillon could cut his accent anywhere when he was happy. He's slippery like a loach, forever avoiding temptation against himself, and doesn't seem to be genuinely angry about anything. To be honest, Adrian could sense that Oliver and Ann were wary of Jesse - Ann, forget it, Oliver, who has always been good-natured, felt a little too wary.
Now that I think about it, it may be something like the intuition of the strong.
He had a deal with Nemo Wright and knew Nemo's identity. And no matter what his real body is, Nemo is undoubtedly an extremely powerful superior demon, so Jesse Dylan, who is the target of the transaction, will definitely not be weak. Considering how little Nemo knew about Jesse—
A fool would believe that this guy is really only twenty-seven years old.
Maybe you want to? Adrian stared at the pale blue back, what is your wish
It might make sense, if one lives long enough—long enough to completely forget one's past, this elusive style does emerge. But there is one thing that is not natural, only one thing - people's desires tend to become thin and clear with age. But Jesse Dylan is not like this, he is a bit of a slut who has everything under control.
Adrian walked under a tree on the edge of the field, took a slow sip of wine, and wiped off the grass clippings on his upper and lower lips. What happened not long ago seemed to shake before his eyes.
It was before the Church of Silence collapsed, and the young sacrificers were huddling in two groups in the cage. Even in moments like this, they maintain tight boundaries. There's something wrong with arresting people at the border of the Three Kingdoms - it's hard to tell which side of the believer you're arresting.
The Ladists crowded to the left of the cage, muttering prayers. The Mooneys huddled together on the other side, drawing complicated prayer gestures on their hands. They were at peace with each other, but the difference was clear.
"I've definitely seen this scene a hundred thousand times," Jesse muttered.
"I can get them out with a transfer spell. It's just that this place is too big, if it happens to be sent to the dead..."
"—Or if it happens to get stuck in a tree, that's a lot of fun." The blond young man winked.
"You have an idea, don't you?" Adrian didn't have the slightest intention of joking with him. "Just now you promised Mr. Wright to send them away. That doesn't seem like a lie."
"Of course, of course." Jesse sighed, turning her back to the cage. "You are a fun killer, and I want to scare these unlucky bastards." After that, he knocked on the cage unceremoniously, interrupting the trembling prayers of the sacrifices.
The young people of the Rad Sect raised their heads, and their scattered eyes swept across Adrian's monk uniform, which suddenly lit up a little. And when those hopeful eyes swept across the emptiness of him, leaving only the ugly stitched front, that hope faded just as quickly.
And the believers of the Muni religion just turned their heads and looked at the two of them, and continued to pray with complicated gestures. The muffled voices of people drifted out of the cage, leaving a muffled hum in the spice-scented air.
No one called for help. People looked back, fixed on a point in the air that didn't exist, and continued raving and praying.
"Drugs." Adrian quickly made a judgment.
"Not a drug." Jesse shrugged, turning in the direction of the cage. "Seriously, admit it, you're not a 'hero' who lives up to their fantasies, you should learn from dear Nemo—you're overdue for a change."
People looked up again in a daze, but this time the hope in their eyes did not go out. Someone even reached out through the gap in the cage and caught a strand of Jesse's drooping blonde hair.
"Denny's messenger..." the young man said in a trance, staring into Jesse's eyes. "It's the messenger of Zeni."
"It's not, ouch!" Jessie pouted, pulling back her hair in distress.
"The traitor who lost the holy emblem!" When Adrian stretched out his hand, the man let out a nervous scream.
"You see, it's their truth."
"They were delirious."
"But that's the truth."
"..." Adrian looked helplessly at the turbulent blond young man, "Okay, sincere. You should start saving people now, our time is limited."
Jesse glared at him angrily.
"Why should I compete with the drugged young man?" Adrian added, feeling in his heart that the other party's behavior of taking every opportunity to poke him is a bit naive. He even wanted to laugh a little.
"Okay," Jesse said loudly, "I'll give you the coordinates, you have to be self-conscious, maybe it's a direct path to death—"
"Coordinates." Adrian responded flatly.
Jesse smacked her lips, and a few seconds later, the smile returned to that pretty face. He threw a string of coordinates in the air: "Check it out, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Adrian didn't say much, and directly drew the coordinates into the magic circle. At the same time as the white light dripped from his fingertips, he could feel the opponent's power flowing into his body along the blood mark on the back of his neck - the power was even warm.
The white light dissipated, and the prison was empty.
"You believe me that much?" Jesse's eyebrows were raised high, and the smile on his face grew stronger.
In fact, Adrian thought of several relatively bad scenes for a second. But now that he knows the strength of the other party, he doesn't want to waste too much time on these twists and turns. If Jesse Dillon wanted to play against him, he simply couldn't stop it.
This is a logical and rational inference. Personal feelings only delay time and interfere with judgment.
And his teacher, Mr. Mercer, was very dissatisfied with this point of Adrian. This is something he has never figured out. The style of being completely loyal to reason is very suitable for his position at the time. It can keep him sober and rational, and will not be unable to grasp the hilt of the sword because of blood, and will not be blinded by personal feelings.
Abide by the principles, fulfill the promises, and look up to the glory. This was the whole life of Adrian Cross. And the current journey is nothing more than two points - atonement and keeping the promise. He promised Mrs. Edwards to live, then try to live as much as possible until this body decays.
"It's not 'alive,' my boy," his teacher had told him.
Adrian emptied the glass and dragged himself out of the recollection—Jesse Dillon had come back from the crowd, the empty glass was full of honey treats, the other hand was full, and the mouth was full. He even had a hard biscuit sprinkled with brown sugar in his mouth.
That pretty face was in high spirits, as if it had won a big battle.
When Adrian discovered the true location of the sacrifice, this was the same expression on the face of the wicked fortune-teller. Jesse Dillon did a wicked thing - he perfectly threw the offerings into the ranks of opposing religions, even though the Knights of Rad and Mooney were nearby. Then he was overjoyed at the frozen expression of the former knight commander, like it was the funniest thing in the world—
As if contempt for everything in the world, but with pure and fierce enthusiasm.
He may never guess what kind of shit this person can do, just like he can't predict that he will save that piece of land Hailan. Adrian shook his head, silently decided to push back the questioning, turned his face away by the way, refusing to look at the other person's mouth full of snacks.
"I said." Jesse swallowed the biscuits in his mouth and picked up a honey snack with a very aggrieved expression. "This is our first date, can you be more warm? Look, if you stay so indifferent, I'm going to be taken away!"
The blond young man followed with his fingers behind him—the girls stopped dancing and were biting each other’s ears, looking at them with flushed faces.
Adrian looked calm and continued to lean against the tree on the edge of the field: "It's good."
"'Very good'? What about over there?" Jesse raised her voice and increased the force of her movements, almost throwing the snack out of her hand.
Adrian looked down the other's fingers dipped in honey, and his whole body was instantly tense - not far away, two judge knights were standing at the edge of the crowd and talking in a low voice. One of them was looking this way and seemed to want to come over.
Why is the knight of judgment here
The two judge knights seemed to agree on something and walked directly in their direction. Whether it is to take out a weapon or flee, this distance will definitely arouse the opponent's vigilance, Adrian thought quickly, and then he was blown into his ear by a burst of hot air without any defense.
Jesse pressed him directly against the tree, her beautiful face pressed against his side. The blond youth's figure is not very strong, but it is also slender and strong. The blond hair swayed slightly with the night wind, covering the three leather buckles that were the symbol of the monk's uniform.
"Look." Jesse's voice came from very close to the ear, and the warm breath brushed against the ear, causing a numbness. "You need me now."
"You didn't wash your hands." Adrian lowered his eyes and glanced at the other's fingers on his chest.
Jesse jerked his head back and looked at him in disbelief: "Don't you have any other thoughts?"
After saying that, he slapped him again angrily, and moved his hand up in a demonstration, his honey-stained fingers deftly slid away from the strict collar of the monk's uniform, and then all the way down—
"How?" Although the blond young man's stroking technique was very sophisticated, the frivolity of the previous talent was lost in his voice.
"They hesitated," Adrian replied in a low voice, ignoring the hand that slid across the skin of his chest. "But still looking this way."
"It's close enough, can you speak your lips?" Jesse tilted her head and bit on the side of Adrian's neck, her voice a little vague. He used a lot of force, and the knight commander could feel the blood slowly seeping out of the wound. "…you can definitely see what they're talking about."
"They're saying 'Okay, that can't be Cross.'" Adrian dug his fingers into his smooth blonde hair, his dark brown eyes as calm as ice. "But they didn't leave."
"Thank them." Jesse hummed, licking the bloody toothmark.
At this moment, the tightly buttoned long monk's uniform was completely open, revealing the white undershirt and a large piece of skin on the chest. It is no longer possible to see the style at a glance. Adrian grabbed the other party's blond hair and pulled the other party's face away. From a distance, it looked like he was flirting, but his eyes were glued to the two judgment knights like a falcon, and he didn't mean to relax at all.
"'Sir Bishop is not in a good mood,'" Adrian whispered in a very low voice, putting his face to Jesse's side. "'I don't know which bastard is the bad thing, and the sage is on top. Why do the believers of the Mooney religion smash into the reserve team?'"
"'No way, the abyss is ahead, and they can be considered temporary partners for the time being. We don't have to honestly send people over.'" Jesse put his hand into the other's clothes, hooked the other's thin waist, and two The person literally turned the corner. "Yes sweetheart, I can understand that too."
"'In order to settle the group of people, I just lost a demon warlock. It's still a demon warlock with people, I hope it's not an important role.'" Adrian's voice sank. "...You did it on purpose?"
"Guess what?"
"'Yeah, I managed to catch a few silent knights, but I didn't keep a single one alive. Instead, the bastards of the Mooney Church caught one alive, and the bishop must be angry.'" Adrian continued to try to distinguish between the two Personal lip movement - The Knights of Judgment seem to be planning to go further and have begun to look away.
"'Supposedly an Al himself, we could have taken over and executed... but it seems the gatekeepers have meddled?'"
Adrian tightened his fingers on the back of Jesse's neck, and the latter took a breath. "So you like to be rough!"
"That's it for tonight, Dylan." Adrian was still staring at the particularly dazzling pale backs in the two nights. "We must confirm this information immediately."
"Oh." Seeing the judgement knights walking away, Jesse took a step back and adjusted his clothes. "Well, I gotta say, we had a really great time working together—"
He smiled smugly, and before the smile faded away, the white spell pierced the night sky very close to them.
"Abyssal enemy attack!" This time, without their need to distinguish their lips, the judge knights shouted vigilantly, drawing their swords to protect the crowd. "Everyone, pay attention to evacuation-"
"They said 'it's the bishop's warning sign'—" Jesse, who had seen the excitement, turned around, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he read the whispered exchanges after the knights' warning. "Baby, they say 'there's a big guy here'."
,Wonderful!
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