There is not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but the unbearable heat was noticeably less.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to put on the skeleton helmet. Nemo looked at him curiously for a few seconds, without asking any questions, but subconsciously pulled the hood of his robe. Walton isn't a big country, and it's never a bad thing to have fewer appearances.
The two walked side by side on the street, and there were shouts from the shops on both sides from time to time - but they couldn't understand a word.
"People here don't like Common Tongue," Ann explained. "I just wanted to ask, who are you going to meet? We'd better get out of here. Oliver has been in a coma for a few days now? Trust me, just delay it. , the inspection of the teleportation array will only be more rigorous."
"Don't worry." Nemo answered immediately. He wanted to make a gesture, but Oliver's right hand was tightly clasped by Oliver, so he had to uh a few times, determined to make it clear with his mouth only. "I can create a rift in space and send everyone out - I took a few coordinates when I came over. No problems other than the entry and exit records will be missing."
"Okay." An yawned, looking a little lacking in interest. "As you go."
But when she reached her destination, her eyebrows instantly rose.
The tall young man greeted a few people with a simple greeting. The scars on Randy's face were healed cleanly, and the original sense of oppression was greatly reduced. Instead of wearing the clothes that were convenient for movement, he put on loose and rough ordinary clothes. Oliver, who was good at knowing people, almost didn't recognize him at a glance.
There was still a trace of murderous aura between his brows, and the female warrior obviously noticed this—her eyebrows were getting higher and higher.
Mora changed into ordinary flat moccasins, looking even petite. She hangs like a sloth on Randy's left arm, and the foxtail ring on her left ring finger gleams.
"Ramon." She nodded, her eyes swept around the fingers of the two of them, and there was a little more of a smile. "Looks like you're all right."
"Thank you for your help." Oliver finally let go of Nemo's hand and gave a standard salute, "Nimo told me everything."
"Nothing to thank." Even without the scar, Randy's expression was still not soft. "Thanks are endless, in short, this meal is our treat."
"Don't you want to introduce me?" Ann turned to Oliver and pointed at the couple in front of her generously, "Blight Castle doesn't seem like a place to make friends."
"Ms. Savage." Maura held out her right hand simply. "I've heard of you. We are... well, 'Sancho's Grey Fox'."
"..." An was silent for a moment, then shook the hand. "But I've heard rumors these days. Everyone says that Sancho's gray fox has been killed. The person who took the reward went through the anonymous procedure. Could it be—"
"I was the one who took the bounty." Nemo found a chair and sat down. "These two were going to quit, and then we... uh..."
"It doesn't look like a coin," Randy added dryly for him.
"I won't ask about the details, anyway, these two little bastards have always been able to cause trouble." An said carelessly, "Ming people don't talk secretly, so I will ask directly - since the two have decided to wash their hands and say goodbye. There's no need to choose a special place to eat, right? You should be more cautious than us in this business."
Her tone was like a joke, but the man stepped forward, with a faint gesture of protecting Oliver and Nemo behind him.
"I can understand your concerns." Mora's expression became serious, "Indeed, we only planned to go to the hotel to say hello. But when I was preparing for a new identity with the stupid stake, I accidentally discovered something. That's not suitable for talking in a quiet hotel." She shook her fingers and made a simple gesture to indicate that the partition had ears. "And the restaurant is clean and good for conversation."
This time even Oliver raised his eyebrows and politely made a questioning expression—but that expression was barely covered by the skeleton helmet.
"Thanks in the mouth is useless. We never like to owe people too much." Mora shrugged, picked up a hot french fries, and gnawed them. "Then let me say it directly, Horizon is collecting your information."
Ann instantly showed an expression that was close to stomach pain. Oliver tried to slap his forehead, but he slapped the helmet. Nemo wiped his face and looked up at the ceiling.
"... What's your reaction?" Maura poked the fries into the ketchup, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone. "There is no need to confirm the task list. You are also in the guild's system, so such investigation tasks will not be made public. We know about it through our own channels."
"That is to say, no matter where you go next, someone will definitely be watching you. People like us." Randy continued, "Lopez has never let go of any intelligence channels. He is on our side. Notoriously picky...and generous."
Then he paused for a while. "Mr. Ramon, no matter what your relationship with Lopez is, you'd better find a place to hide from the limelight."
"Unfortunately, we don't have enough time - we have to wipe our head as soon as possible," An interjected.
"Are you going to appeal to Clement?" Randy threw out a sentence, raising the basket of chips on the table at the same time. "...you eat too much, Mora, and you'll get a stomachache."
An tooth sighed in pain, watching the petite girl stomping on the table, volleying up, and taking back the basket of chips with a beautiful attack. "How did you guess it?"
"As Mora just said, we have our own sources of intelligence in our business." Randy rubbed his temples and sighed. "Ms. Savage, although there are not many people on our level, if we can guess, so can others. Alban's precepts are doing a good job of keeping secrets, but there are no airtight walls in this world."
Randy snatched the french fries basket again, this time shoveling it in his mouth. Mora bit the muscular arm angrily, while the young man who was attacked remained unmoved: "According to our previous knowledge, you have never been active near the capital of Alban. And the Pope of Ruddism is currently Clement, your teammates are there too, aren't they? Considering the efficiency, the tumbleweed's path is not hard to guess."
"Unfortunately, we do not agree with the judgment of the isolated island court. It is our legitimate right to challenge the charges." An finally sat down and tapped his fingers on the table. "That guy Lopez... Although he's dead-headed, he's never going to embarrass Oliver on this point."
"It's hard to say." Randy glanced at Oliver without a trace. "We've heard of Lopez's style of conduct. If he decides that Mr. Ramon is using improper means to extricate himself..." He didn't go on.
"Well," Ann's eyes swept to Nemo's side, "it's true that reducing contact can always save a lot of trouble, after all, we don't have docile lambs in our team."
The docile little lamb... Randy's facial muscles twitched a few times, and Mora finally let go of her mouth, and she couldn't say anything.
"Everyone is a black chapter, and the handle is indispensable." Mora wiped her mouth, maintaining an indescribable expression on her face. "As far as our suggestion is concerned, you'd better find a relatively 'clean' place to stay for a while, and wait until they start to relax—" She gestured with both hands, "Surprise, hmm."
"Yes, considering the relationship between Lopez and the Rudd, the Horizon may have reached Clement by now. If I guess correctly, there must be their people guarding the capital." Randy Low sound supplement.
"You don't have to hide in Clement, right?" Oliver asked honestly, "We can find a small place to hide until they don't want to wait any longer."
"There's no difference." Ann's brows furrowed, "Lopez won't leave Clement, and he won't stop gathering intelligence. He definitely thinks more carefully than you can think of."
"It's better to infiltrate Clement first, so that we can meet Mr. Cross and the others earlier." Nemo scratched his head. "And if we're going to disappear completely... we won't be able to hide for long, Ollie. After all, Tumbleweed completes at least one mission a month, and that's a clear clue. And if we delay the expiration, we'll be disqualified from the black badge, Mr. Cross. It's dangerous."
"But things are a bit troublesome, I don't know much about Clement's side." An murmured, sighed, and took his eyes away from his teammates. "...don't turn your head, I didn't expect you two."
"This is the favor we have to repay." Randy rubbed the teeth marks on his arm, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "We thought about it all night and found a relatively safe place - if you can trust us."
"Please." Oliver didn't hesitate.
"Royal Military Academy Clement." Randy pulled out a small parchment booklet with fresh ink on it. "Here's everything we know. If you're alone, Ms. Savage, I'm sure you'll find a way to hide yourself beautifully. And at the age of these two..."
"It just happened to be the enrollment period recently." He frowned, showing a rather struggling expression. "... There should be no problem with the two of you mixing in directly."
Oliver's expression went blank for a moment. Nemo scratched his ears to make sure he didn't hear the sentence wrong.
"That's an idea." Ann let out a few laughing coughs. "People from the mercenary guild are not very popular there. As long as they get in, they will win. Oh, it's really good - Lopez probably didn't think we would hide in that kind of place, no, it's better that normal people don't think that way. Even if he thought about it, it would be difficult for Horizon to intervene in the educational institutions directly under Alban Royal."
"Indeed." Randy nodded, "They have very strict requirements on identity, verification and ability. To be honest, if it weren't for the abilities of the two of them... Well, I wouldn't give such a suggestion."
"We are twenty-three." Oliver's expression finally stopped calm, "Is it long past the age of school?"
"They are recruiting young people between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four. Congratulations, you two just stepped on your tail." An turned over the new parchment booklet. "You two should be concerned about other things than your age, especially you, Oliver—how much formal education have you had?"
"Apart from literacy?"
"Except for literacy."
"… my father taught it at home, after all our family… has no money. And I don't want to go into the army or… "
Nemo moved his stool to the corner, pretending he didn't exist.
"Oh." An sighed bitterly, "Then you guys are busy on the road."
Then she flipped through the booklet: "As for the identification... I'm busy too. Say, can that slippery guy from Dylan be of any use?"
"Yes." Nemo responded firmly from the corner, "Absolutely."
,Wonderful!
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