To be honest, Adrian Cross is not familiar with Clement Cathedral.
Clement's Cathedral is the most magnificent church in Alban. The Alban royal family has always respected Ladism, especially the old school of Ladism. The exclusivity of the old school is very strong - that is, the little nameless religions like mosquito legs can survive in the corners of the country, and in those small towns, other somewhat famous religions have long been cleaned up.
The strictness of Alban's laws on demon-related matters is not unrelated to the prevalence of the old school of Ruddism.
Adrian himself is considered to be a more tolerant Woden faction in Radism. It's just that as a former Judge Knight Commander, he is not interested in the entanglement of interests between the two factions. In addition to going out on missions, he usually returned to the Church of the Penitents in Garland to do penance. In his memory, he has only been to Clement's Cathedral once - that time also to meet the Pope.
The Pope himself spends most of his time at Hatfield, the holy site of Rudd, occasionally visiting the Church of the Penitents in Garland or Clement's Cathedral in Alban. It seems that this time he bumped into the Pope's trip again.
It's just that the last time it was to report the task, this time he became the object of the report.
Adrian retracted his gaze from the church spire and lowered his gaze to the ground.
Along the way, Bishop of Discipline did not treat them badly. Except for the indifferent attitude and the ugly face, there is no lack of etiquette. And that attitude issue... He actually understands, Adrian thought with a frown. Because a certain person does not have the restraint that a normal person should have in public.
Like now.
Jesse Dylan was like a thick syrup that had just been boiled, and the whole person was stuck on the knight commander, as if there was no bone in his body. Even now, waiting at the door of the church, an arm is wrapping around Adrian's neck.
At first, Adrian would frown and push it away, but then he simply didn't bother to care. He stood up straight, not looking sideways, letting the vine called Jesse haunt him.
But even though Adrian Cross has long since resigned from the position of the trial knight commander, as the "Rising Star" personally proclaimed by the Pope, his influence has not completely disappeared. The judgement knights who were standing guard all looked in other directions, and their faces were basically filled with suppressed anger, disgust, and displeasure.
Jesse just pretended not to see it.
In front of it is a solemn church, and on both sides are judge knights with murderous weapons and shining armor. The beautiful young man whose identity was a mystery exuded the air of a tourist, and his fingers dipped into the collar of the former knight commander in an unruly manner. If human eyes can be regarded as some kind of attack, he will definitely be stabbed into a sieve by countless eyes at this moment.
Adrian sighed, took the not-so-honest hand firmly, and threw his neck down. "The communication crystal is on, Mr. Dylan."
"...You still call me Mr. Dylan!" Jesse exclaimed in dissatisfaction, pouting and pulling out the crystal. "Even if you don't want to call me baby, call me by my name anyway."
Adrian didn't intend to ignore him at all.
Fortunately, Jesse seemed to be used to this way of getting along, and there was no expression of frustration on his face. He skillfully fished out the crystal from his pocket, and hit a soundproofing spell directly.
The trial knights tried to break the formation and put an end to this blatant provocation. But the number of their failures is exactly equal to the number of attempts - seeing that too beautiful face, coupled with the poor popularity, they thought that Jesse Dylan had used some kind of powerful prop to show that kind of power. The bishop of discipline took away the staff that exuded the abyss and carefully sealed it. The Cavaliers thought the rest of the job wouldn't be too much trouble.
It turns out that reality is far more cruel than fantasy.
A soundproofing mantra that didn't even utter a mantra, they just couldn't solve it. This made the knights wonder what the point of guarding the two of them was—if Mr. Dylan wanted to go, let alone an Adrian Cross, even if he took off the church spire, they were not sure if they were can stop.
So the judge knights could only stare at the two people in the open space. The blond youth leaned limply against their former leader, not giving them a chance to read lips.
"Clement Royal Military Academy." Adrian wasn't under the influence of the Soundproofing Charm, he could hear it clearly - Jesse's voice seemed to be holding back laughter. "This is the most genius idea I've ever seen, really! God, I can't wait to find out..."
"We need perfect background information." Ann's voice came from the crystal, interrupting Dylan's humming angrily. "Perfect information, Mr. Dylan. Looking at Cross's attitude, he probably didn't tell you the details. If even the former judge knight can't find the key strangeness, you should be quite good at this. "
"We're going to meet the Pope soon, dear Miss Savage! Can't you take care of me a little? Why do I feel like I'm being used as a tool?"
"Ah, I'm so worried," Ann said dryly. "… Hello, Dylan, Nemo says hello. He said you must be able to do it. Speaking of which, when did you two become so familiar?"
"Don't ask this kind of thing, you see, I'm chasing Eddard wholeheartedly now." Jesse glanced at the bewildered trial knights, and seemed a little eager to remove the soundproofing spell. "Such an obscure-sounding question—"
"Oliver said hello to you too, and he smiled and asked you to talk business," Ann said. "That's what I thought, by the way. Get down to business, Dylan."
"The identity verification method of Clement College... I do know it, and it can be faked. But like I said, we are going to meet the Pope of the Laddism now." Jesse put on aggrieved emphasis, "I repeat. Again, Pope. Sweetie Ed and I are not going to see the bunnies on the lawn, do you think I can leave if we want?"
"...I can assist you, what do I need to do?"
"Good to say." Jesse grimaced at a judgement knight who was staring at him. "I can help those two get two letters of introduction signed by the bishop. As for the origin information... You should be fine with this."
"Hmm." An replied, "Just a letter of introduction?"
"Staff paper, ink, handwriting, signatures, stamps, all the details have to match—it's not 'just a letter of introduction,'" Jesse exclaimed, "Do you know how hard it is to make a fake one? It’s very expensive? And it’s not necessarily possible to make it!”
"Okay, then please. I can get other information related to my background."
"Although I'm a little dissatisfied with the way you asked, I really like the idea." The smile in Jesse's voice returned. "So I'll get it done in two days and keep in touch."
With that he terminated the communication, and raised his shining blue eyes.
"My dear Ed." Jesse gave a cheerful smile from the heart, "I can't wait to get back on the team—"
"We need to meet the Pope."
"I know, I know. Trust me, I can."
"...you'd better not go too far-"
"How could that be?" Jesse's face grew wider, "I'm just going to take you away from here."
After all, he did it once. Jesse hooked Adrian's neck again, released the soundproofing spell, and then rubbed the side of the opponent's neck in the eyes of the gathering.
—Then of course he can do it a second time.
A dirt road in the countryside in Alban.
"Dylan's side will take two days." Ann wrapped herself in the groom's cloak, which could not be seen, and threw the whip, and the thin horse pulling the cart snorted. "Looks like it's on time."
It was very lively in the humble carriage. The Fuller Goat took up the majority of the site, with Oliver and Nemo struggling to the side. The grey parrot finally woke up from the coma, lying on its back on the thick wool of the goat's neck and said nothing.
The rest of the space is almost full of books. Oliver's armor and helmet were simply wrapped in sackcloth and tucked into the corner of the carriage. The two put on the simplest civilian clothes, and Nemo even had an illusion - they seemed to have returned to the time when they just met Ann.
Now Oliver was opening a book, pressing the whole thing on top of the goat, reading with difficulty in the jolt of the carriage. Nemo watched his lover's face turn from white to blue, looking like he was about to vomit.
"We have to find a... uh, a more stable place." Oliver said bravely while holding down his tumultuous stomach.
"No problem, but you don't have much time." An said ruthlessly, "I need a few days to prepare our fake identity. Apart from this, there is only time to rest at night. After all, we can't go through the official transmission now. I can only rely on this broken car - if this horse hadn't suffered a sudden illness in the middle of the road, it would have barely managed to catch up with the admissions procedures."
There was a large gap in the shed of the carriage, which was hastily sewn with thick threads, but the outside could still be seen - Nemo opened the gap with his fingers and looked at the desolate field outside.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he was almost immediately buried by the falling pile of books. Oliver propped up the pile of books subconsciously, and covered the back of Nemo's neck with his other hand. Only then did he realize the identity of the person in his arms.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
So their group leader forgot about the motion sickness, and forcibly opened the topic: "Are these books really enough?"
"How much more do you want? These are enough, assuming you can all memorize them." An blocked back, "Your friends are very quick to do things - Gray Fox has basically given all the information that can be found outside. If we go by ourselves To do this, it is estimated that there will be a little more risk of exposing the target of the operation."
Then she was silent for a moment.
"I respect your secrets." She sighed. "But I have to ask, Oliver, what's up with that gray fog?"
Here, Nemo thought. Easily rescued an old book from the sheep's mouth.
It's not really a big deal.
Not long ago, after breaking the space crack, he discovered a big problem—
No matter how imaginative he was, Fuller Goat didn't look like a hidden powerhouse. There was absolutely no way it could get through the crack alive, and they couldn't have wasted time on the way for this sheep. The three stood silently around the Fuller goat, and a shivering crack opened not far away. The scene is indescribably weird.
"I can try." Oliver glanced at the crack, "I always feel like..."
He didn't say much, but grabbed the whole dandelion and threw it into the crack. The fresh leaves looked like they were about to pass through the cracks, but they broke into several pieces at the moment of passing and turned yellow.
The rumination of the Fuller goat stopped.
Oliver pondered for a few minutes before pulling down a dandelion again. This time he carefully wrapped it in gray mist and threw it in the direction of the crack again. This time the dandelion fell completely to the other side, and after the gray fog dissipated, it still looked emerald green and full of life.
"No problem." Oliver rubbed his hands, "I'm confident to protect it."
His lover succeeded, and the Tumbleweed didn't lose the invaluable member of the Fuller Goat. At that time, An looked like she was going to be choked to death by the question, but at that time they had too many things to do, and the experienced female warrior would not delay the planning process because of her own doubts.
And look now - the carriage is bought, the old books are in place. Oliver was still motion sickness, and they had a lot of time to waste.
"I'll explain." Nemo cleared his throat, "Blight Castle stripped Oliver from the surface magic system."
"… Are you speaking Common Language?" Ann asked stiffly.
"To put it simply, uh, Oliver's power does not belong to surface magic now." Nemo explained a little stumblingly, "Actually, I don't know what attributes his power has, but that power should not be harmful."
"… It's not a question of 'should be harmless,' Nemo. You mean, his power is neither Abyssal nor Surface now? You..." She swallowed hard, "You know you are What did you say? How the hell did you know? Don't tell me the gatekeeper gave you a good lesson."
felt. As the source of abyss magic, his judgment cannot be wrong. But if this sentence is said, it sounds more like a lunatic. Nemo shrank his neck, trying to rack his brains to lie—
"Deralain is over there, Nemo told me." Oliver took over the words directly, "He asked Delarion about the research contents of the gatekeeper."
An Yi pulled the reins and stopped the carriage directly. She jumped into the carriage and started throwing books out—it didn't take long for more than half of the books in the carriage.
"Congratulations." The female warrior said with a sullen face, and patted her dusty hands. "You only have two options left."
Oliver and Nemo looked at each other a little nervously.
"I originally thought that Oliver would be able to become a warrior and take the opportunity to learn some command skills and tactics. He was stripped of the surface magic system, ha." She laughed briefly, "It will be discovered by Clement's professors, come here. But it's more than the horizon. Listen, Captain, don't use this power on Clemente—and not on Lopez, if possible."
"But… "
"It's a completely unknown force, isn't it? If you're incompetent, it's an anomaly at best. It's studied and observed at most, and locked up for a lifetime. But you're strong—more honestly than any human I've ever met. ."
The female warrior sighed. "Then you could become the most dangerous heresy in human history."
The two were speechless. Oliver glanced at Nemo, then at his hand, and then even smiled.
"You just said two options." Nemo tried to change the subject for a moment of discomfort, "I definitely can't use power, and if Olly can't use..."
"Yeah, in Alban College, there are only two majors that can recruit students who are extremely low-level in magic. Logistics and nursing." Ann's expression was a little distorted, "Choose, two."
"Which side needs more knowledge to prepare?" Nemo had no concept of the two majors, so Nemo could only start from the most practical point of view.
"Nursing."
"Then Ollie will do the logistics." Nemo said blankly, "I don't need much time to endorse."
But Oliver didn't seem to pay attention to what they were saying at all. When he raised his head again, Oliver brought the topic back.
"I can't fully control this power yet," he said with great sincerity, "but I will practice carefully... Thank you, Ann."
The female warrior nodded with a livid face. She even seemed a little dizzy and didn't want to say a word. Without looking back, she crawled back to where she was driving the carriage, and the carriage began to move forward again.
The familiar bumpiness reappears. Oliver lowered his head slightly and whispered in Nemo's ear.
"Look, you don't have to be too anxious." Oliver's tone was very calm, he stretched out his hand and really put his arms around the back of the other's neck. "Now I'm a monster too."
"I will always be with you."
,Wonderful!
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