I don't know if it was because I slept too long before, or the weather was too sunny this morning, this time Oliver only slept for a short time. He opened his eyes, blinked laboriously, and stared at the soft sunlight that filled half the room.
The sheets under him were soft and dry, and Nemo was not by his side.
Oliver sat up suddenly, he looked at his hands, the palms seemed to still have the warm touch of the lover's skin. This time he didn't think about the possibility of dreaming, the scratches that Nemo left on his back last night were still aching, with a pleasant sense of reassurance.
His lover is the Demon King.
Nemo Wright is the monster that has always existed in legends and needs to use the power of all races on the surface to unite to crusade - not even the so-called "successor of the devil", but the only one in history. To be honest, Oliver still hasn't been able to digest this horrific information.
But he couldn't think about it for too long, and the depression of the withered castle was instantly released, followed by the shocking confession of the lover. Oliver hardly knew how to deal with the mess of thoughts, so he had to leave aside the emotional part and ruthlessly peeled off the current situation. He knew what was best for the surface and what was the least stressful for Nemo. His soul seems to be split in two—one half accepts reality in horror, and half collects the situation almost ruthlessly and makes relatively appropriate judgments.
His mind did get the most reasonable answer, and after that answer, his backlog of emotions completely exploded.
… Rarely out of control.
Oliver took a hard breath of the cool morning air, a little frustrated. He had tried his best to keep calm, but when Nemo's temperature was posted last night, there were only two thoughts left in his mind.
Not long ago, I nearly lost Nemo myself. And if the "Demon King" recovers all his memories in the future, he is likely to lose his lover again.
In the huge emptiness and longing, he completely abandoned reason for the first time. All thoughts were burnt out as if by fire, leaving only endless heat.
The word "Demon King" suddenly became a distant concept.
The inhuman pupils did not cast any sense of oppression, and those beautiful silver-gray eyes shimmered in the night. He watched them become moist and pleading. The long black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the back of Nemo's white neck. His lover gasped and murmured frantically, then only a broken moan remained in his throat.
Sweat seeped into the scratched blood on his back, and the burning pain further paralyzed Oliver's sanity. He didn't let go, and greedily plundered the opponent's body temperature - like letting go, the opponent would disappear in an instant.
Now considering the identity of the other party... He is definitely the craziest maniac among human beings, Oliver thought numbly.
And he screwed up.
Oliver buried his face in his palms sadly. Although he could sense the other party's joy, it was an indisputable fact that his actions were too rough - he even fell asleep after the fact. And looking at the state of the sheets, Nemo 80% has already cleaned it up.
Omg.
He needs to apologize as soon as possible. Oliver rubbed his face vigorously, and quickly got up and put on his underwear. And when he stood in front of the suit of armor, he hesitated for a few seconds.
Oliver tentatively reached out and pressed the cold metal. The gray mist diffused from his fingers again, twisting the metal into a harsh bending sound. In fact, after simply and rudely breaking the long thorn, it no longer makes people think of the silent knight at a glance, but caution is always a bad thing.
After the gray fog dissipated, the armor that could have covered people tightly was turned into a simple light armor. Oliver still couldn't control those mists precisely, which made his new outfit look a little rough, but it worked fine.
He quickly put on the armor, hung the skeleton helmet on the back of the armor, and hurriedly opened the door—
And nearly knocked the dinner plate out of Nemo's hand.
Demon Lords are called Demon Lords for a reason. The shadows quickly poured out, and neatly caught the two glasses that flew into the air, without a drop of the milk inside. Nemo himself regained his balance in an instant and held the tray firmly again.
The two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Oliver's eyes moved from Nemo's eyes to the other's slightly lighter lips, and the whole face quickly turned into a tomato.
"Last night... uh, so sorry! I overdid it..."
And Nemo's facial muscles twitched a few times, and his face began to turn slightly blue. Nemo really was a little concerned, Oliver was about to hang his head, and suddenly Fuzhi understood the real reason in his heart—
"Over the top," Ann repeated, poking her head slowly behind Nemo with a complicated expression. "I can't see it, Master Chief."
Nemo held the dinner plate with one hand, grabbed Oliver's armor with the other, and dragged him back to the bed. He glanced at An carefully - the female warrior was leaning against the door, holding an unconscious parrot in her hand, with an unfathomable expression on her face.
Nemo just felt himself cramped close to suffocation. The fresh tomato named Oliver looked erratic, and he also didn't dare to look directly at Oliver.
The opponent had obviously remodeled the silent knight's armor, and most of the skin on his hands and wrists was exposed. Among them, of course, is the engraved scar, as well as the slender and beautiful fingers. He just glanced at them, and everything from last night rushed to his mind again, making his mind buzz.
"I picked something digestible." Nemo picked up a bowl of soup, determined to put those messy thoughts behind him. The sweetness of the onion and the rich aroma of oil spread instantly, and there were soaked bread cubes floating on top of the soup. "You have to eat something."
"Wait a minute..." Oliver swallowed.
"I'm watching you eat." Nemo shoved the spoon into the other's palm, and his tone was even a little stern. "The two killers told me all about the shit that withered castle did - Ollie, I don't know what you're thinking now, but if you're still struggling with last night. Actually I..." He coughed, his voice changing. smaller. "Don't mind, really."
Oliver was visibly relieved. He carefully dipped his spoon into the soup and delivered the soup to his mouth. The warm thick soup rolled down the dry esophagus, and even brought out a bit of pain.
With a small sigh, Oliver put down the spoon. He picked up the bowl and poured the soup directly into his stomach, almost choking on the bread to tears. Nemo hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed his heart. He leaned forward slightly and kissed Oliver's nose soothingly.
"There is no problem with Clos and Dylan for the time being. We contacted yesterday." Ann interjected rightly, ignoring the intimacy of the two thoughtfully. "Although feel at ease, Captain."
"What's the situation?" Seeing that Oliver finally had something to eat, Nemo picked up a glass of milk and turned his head slightly in relief.
"Dylan claimed that the fluctuations of the abyss magic were all due to the staff, and he was extremely innocent, and he was willing to cooperate with the investigation of the Rad Sect from the bottom of his heart - my God, you really shouldn't miss the expression of the bishop of the discipline at that time - Ke Ross went with him, and Ladd taught the old men not to see him slip past them again."
She shook off the grey parrot that she was holding in her hand, but Bagelmore had no intention of waking up, so the female warrior had to give up.
"As agreed, the bird and I handed the prisoner and his statement to the garrison. At least Oliver won't be seen as the murderer of Mr. Ramon... no, Mr. Lopez's murderer."
"Mr. Cross all right?" Oliver took a gulp of milk and wiped the froth above his lips. After a series of events, the news did not ease his heart.
"Let's just count him as our advisor. Even if the Radicals want to deal with him, there are still a lot of procedures to go through. Unless they can convict Dylan and confirm that they are carrying out some kind of malicious damage." An pouted, "so as long as Dillon There's nothing wrong with Lun, and Cross will be fine in the short term. But I'm a little worried about Dylan's identity, in case he is also a wanted criminal on the Rudd Cult..."
"...No, there should be no problem." Nemo answered dryly. "Believe me."
"They are going to Clement of Alban, and the Pope of the Rudd is there now." The female warrior raised her eyebrows, "We can keep up. Oliver wants to clear his name, only the capital and Clement. Two choices... Speaking of Oliver, what exactly were you convicted of? How did you get taken away by the gatekeeper so quickly?"
"They think I'm the silent knight." Oliver drank the glass of milk.
"Bah!" An's response was straightforward.
"He passed the knight's heart check." Nemo added quietly, "Accurately, there is no problem with the process of the Island Court."
Ann's eyebrows tightened in the next second: "Does he have a knight's oath on him?"
"He..." Nemo picked up a relatively ambiguous statement. "He doesn't have it now. If it can be tested again, I guarantee there will be no problems."
"Looks like you two are hiding a lot from me." Ann rubbed her chin. "Forget it, the most important thing is to get rid of Oliver's crime as soon as possible. Although I don't know how you got Oliver out of Blight Castle, Ni. Mo—unless you're suddenly king of Albans, he's nominally on death row at large."
"We'd better go now, the sooner the better."
Mercenary Guild Headquarters.
"Interesting, someone hired Horizon for a lot of money."
"Horizon mercenary group, listen, mercenary group." The old man replied absentmindedly, arranging his white beard. "Of course the mercenary group will have employers."
"But most people don't hire Horizon to do investigations. It's not a state commission, it's a private commission."
"...you can never guess what the rich guys are thinking. But it's never a boring task, and I remember Lopez didn't like taking on pointless tasks."
"Of course. I'll see, I'll see... um." Another old man scratched his head, "It's an investigation request for a Black Badge team."
"What needs to be dispatched from the horizon should be a six-eyed spider, right?"
"No, that's where it gets interesting. It's just a team of snakes that's going to be investigated... Have you heard of tumbleweeds?"
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )