The space rift closed behind the four, shutting the army, the wailing, and the smell of burning air on the other side.
The evening wind in the woods was warm and pleasant, and the insects chirped in the grass. The woods here are not dense, and the bushes clearly leave traces of people coming and going. Looking down from the gentle slope, a small town is flickering with lights not far away, a peaceful and peaceful scene.
"here is… ?"
After hesitating for a long time, the young girl among the strangers spoke up.
"We're still in Walton." Nemo carefully placed Oliver on the thick grass and used magic to clean up the blood and dirt on the opponent's body. "Don't worry, I didn't take the two directly out of the border."
He said and sat down, put Oliver's head on his thigh, and used abyss magic to carefully repair the other's withered and damaged internal organs. Nemo had wanted to remove the horrific scars all at once to stop the dull pain in his chest for a moment, but Oliver seemed to want to keep them. So he had to carefully avoid those scars, treat the festering and infection in the wounds, and let them scab quickly.
The silent knight's armor has neat and beautiful streamlined lines, and the dark metal is tightly buttoned together, which makes the armor vacancy on Oliver's left arm particularly eye-catching. Nemo turned the wrist lightly, staring at the mark made of scars.
He let out a tiny sigh, brushed away Oliver's clean light brown hair, then leaned down and branded a light kiss on the other's forehead.
"What are you two going to do next?" Nemo finally turned his head as if to force himself to divert his attention. "Where do you want to go, or..."
"No, here is enough." The tall man raised the heavy shield on his hand uncomfortably, his voice a little dry. "We have a way to get out, thank you very much for your help, Mr. Wright."
"It's me who should say thank you." Nemo smiled a little stiffly. "If you hadn't delivered Ollie's news in time, I might have..." If he slowed a step further and didn't reach the furnace in time, then Oliver would be very It may be wiped out of the world directly by that bone jade bomb.
Nemo didn't want to speculate on what would happen after that. Just seeing the current situation, he was almost unable to breathe because of the pain.
There was no expression on the tall man's face, but his eyes dropped in the next moment: "Mr. Ramon also saved me, we are even. You know."
"Are you his boyfriend? He said he had a boyfriend," the little girl interjected, "Although I don't quite agree with his ideas, Mr. Ramon is indeed a man to admire... When will he be able to Wake up? We still have to do our due diligence, at least let us say goodbye to him."
"I don't know, but he… should be fine," Nemo whispered, feeling Oliver's long, even breathing. "And it doesn't matter whether it's equal or not, I'm really grateful... By the way, there are traces of the devil's curse on the two of them, do you two know?"
"We know." Randy nodded, although it wasn't really visible in the gray fog shield, Mr. Ramon's lover seemed to be able to use extremely powerful abyss magic. Maybe they can ask Wright politely, maybe they can get some information about the superior demon. "Excuse me—"
"I removed it," Nemo muttered, still stroking Oliver's soft, smooth hair. "The curse of blocking contact is not fatal. I didn't judge the content carefully. Although I don't know what the two of you are forbidden to touch... I just want to tell you that it is gone now."
"I don't have any money, so I can only thank you two like this." Those silver-gray eyes were especially sincere.
Nemo Wright's tone seemed to be expounding "you have a leaf on your head, I just took it off for you", without deliberate modesty, he seemed to really be thinking "you can only do this little thing". I'm sorry. The two killers didn't know what to say for a while. The two stood there, not daring to move at all. After more than ten seconds, Mora pinched herself hard, and then let out a real scream.
Randy lowered his shield and looked at his scarred hands, watching them tremble for the first time.
Everything was too sudden. The journey of more than ten years suddenly reached the end, and the unreality made him a little dizzy. The thick shield smashed to the ground, and the tall killer turned and stared intently at his lover—and Mora threw off the sharp weapon on her fingers and charged straight in front of Randy, lips quivering violently. The two were very close, and neither of them said a word.
Mo stretched out a hand. The back of the hand was still covered with dust and blood after the battle. The slightly thin hand stopped in the air, and its owner raised his head and looked at his lover with red eyes.
Randy reached for his pocket, his hands shaking so much that he failed two or three times just by unbuttoning them. But he finally got it open and took out a small paper bag. He started trying to untie the string above, and then simply ripped it open.
Inside are two rings.
The style is simple, even rough, without any embedded stones. The silver metal twisted into a simple foxtail shape and lay quietly in Randy's broad palm. He twitched the small one gently, as careful as his own eyeballs - then turned to the hand that was in the air.
He stretched out his hand, as if intending to hold it, but suddenly flinched in the middle. After struggling a few times, he finally stretched out his hand and gently held the other's slender fingers.
He was shaking so hard he nearly slipped the ring into the grass.
Randy bit his lower lip silently, carefully slipping the ring onto his left ring finger without even asking any questions. And when the tall killer tore his eyes from the place where their skin touched, only to see the other party's face was full of tears.
"You—stupid stake—" Maura growled, sobbing, "you forgot to propose, you..."
She gritted her teeth, and finally failed to finish the sentence. She opened her arms, slammed towards the other party, buried her face in the other party's chest, and her whole body trembled like a dead leaf in the gust of wind.
She hugged him fiercely, then took a deep breath and turned to Nemo.
Nemo Wright eased their curse, and they didn't even know how the other did it. He is probably a real superior demon. But that doesn't matter, Maura thought, everything doesn't matter anymore.
She kissed the ring and seemed to have lost her ability to feel fear—the dramatic end to their joking fate, and she would have been happy enough to die at the moment.
So Mora didn't ask anything, and she put her weapon in front of Nemo solemnly. Then she took off her blood-stained coat, folded it neatly, and placed it next to the weapon. He snorted hard the whole time, and the circles around his eyes were slightly red and swollen.
And Randy came over and did exactly the same thing.
After Nemo finished explaining the curse, his attention was focused on Oliver. He was taken aback by the actions of the two of them, and there was some confusion in his eyes.
"You said you don't have much money." Mora said in a hoarse voice, "you can take these to the mercenary guild and receive the wanted order to kill 'Sancho's Grey Fox'. This is our signature weapon, Add the blood coat - although there is no convincing corpse, but you can get a lot of money."
"'Sancho's Grey Fox' won't be active anymore." She gave a really bright smile. "It's finally dead."
The night finally passed.
When Oliver woke up again, the first thing that caught his eye was the spice bag hanging from the wooden roof. The warm sunlight cast on the thin sheets, and everything that was too bright almost stabbed his eyes. Oliver touched his side subconsciously, trying to hold the Sword of Rest - then he found it lying on the soft bed, clean and pale as snow.
The scratched and worn armor was also cleaned up and placed neatly on the wooden table beside the bed. Even the skeleton helmets were securely stacked on top, plated with a touch of gold by the sun.
Hunger, thirst, and pain were gone, his heart had never beat so forcefully, and his body was light as if it no longer existed. Oliver touched his chest subconsciously—there was no sticky blood or stains, nor the stench of rotting flesh and the sweet smell of pus and blood creeping into his nose following his movements.
There was only the aroma of sweet milk and fresh lemon in the air. Now his whole body is clean and fresh, his body is soaked with pus and blood, and his dilapidated underwear has long been replaced by a large and comfortable nightgown. If it weren't for the hideous scars still lying on his skin, Oliver almost thought he'd just had a long enough nightmare.
He moved his fingers unaccustomedly and turned his head to find Nemo on the side where the sun was more intense.
Nemo was sitting on the wooden stool by the bed, with his hair loose, and with all his concentration he was using a knife to peel the skin of a soft purple pear. The bright purple peel slipped continuously from between his fingers and fell into the trash can below. It's just that after the purple-red peel, followed by the reddish flesh - but Nemo slashed so ignorantly until the fruit that was no small head was completely peeled off.
Oliver: "… "
He decided to remain silent first, to make sure that this was not another dream of his own.
After literally peeling the pears, Nemo was stunned for a few seconds. He sternly threw the core into the trash can, and took out a larger one from the fruit basket at his feet.
Seeing that the tragedy was about to repeat itself, Oliver couldn't help propping up his body and coughing twice. Decided to increase my presence.
This time the soft pear fell into the trash as a whole.
Nemo looked at him blankly, still maintaining a peeling posture on his hands. He opened his mouth, and after a few seconds he managed to make a sound.
"Oli, you... do you want something to drink?" he said hurriedly, throwing the knife into the fruit basket. "I remember you like honey milk, but it doesn't quench your thirst. I also prepared water and..."
"Nimo." Oliver adjusted his posture and leaned on the soft pillow at the head of the bed. "Can you come over a little?"
At that moment, Oliver found his lover a little overwhelmed. There was a clear struggle on Nemo's face, and he seemed to want to pounce, but there was nothing stopping him. In the end, he pursed his lips, picked up a glass of cold water, and approached cautiously.
Oliver held out his hand.
Nemo seemed to think he was going to take the water glass, so naturally he sent the beautiful glass forward. However, in the next second, water spilled on Oliver's chest, and the glass rolled down the thin quilt. Oliver grabbed the white wrist, pulled Nemo into his arms, and hugged him firmly.
"Nimo." He repeated in a low voice, burying his nose on the other's neck and shoulders, and smelling the unique icy smell in Nemo's hair again. "Don't move, let me... hold me for a while."
The other party's weight and body temperature were so real that it made his heart sore.
"I'm still alive." Oliver announced in a low voice, feeling the other's rapid heartbeat and violently heaving chest. "… I'm alive."
"Yeah." Nemo responded briefly, and Oliver couldn't see each other's expressions in the hug.
"I... I've registered the fake 'interview' task with the mercenary guild and assigned Tumbleweed. Although it will cost a little more, Ann will definitely be able to find us. It's too dangerous to go back to Alban now."
"Hmm." Oliver hugged him harder, responding vaguely.
"She took over that mission not long ago. Considering the teleportation distance, she will probably be here tomorrow morning... to pick you up." I don't know if it was his illusion, Nemo's body was a little stiff - he was more obedient He just let himself hold it, and unlike before, he didn't mean to respond violently at all.
"Not pick me up, pick us up," Oliver added.
"Pick you up," Nemo said, his voice muffled. "Oli, do you want to eat something? Although I have healed your visceral damage, you haven't eaten for so long that it's too indigestible to eat at first..."
"Your technique of changing the subject is still not very good." Oliver sighed and let go of Nemo reluctantly. He leaned back on the head of the bed and stared at those silver-gray eyes seriously.
"We've agreed, and we'll talk seriously after all this is over." He stretched out his hand and casually smoothed the black hair that was scattered on his shoulders.
"Now is the time."
"No, still..."
"If what we're going to talk about makes you so miserable," Oliver repeated, "...then it's about time."
,Wonderful!
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