Elmer's body instantly stiffened. He looked in disbelief in the direction of Oliver's escape, and then turned his eyes to Nemo - the latter's expression was tense, his eyes were glued to the snake's mane lion, and he couldn't catch anything exposed. mood.
Running away from the logistics will not affect the battle situation, the commander's face is ugly, but he does not say a word.
It has to be said that the combat units of this team are still somewhat capable. They dodged the snake maned snakes that sprang from the necks of the snake mane lion from time to time, and only a few people unfortunately suffered a few claws. Nemo moved according to the calculated footsteps, staring at the wounds closely, and at the same time quickly calculated the monitoring dead spots of the monitoring crystal ball.
All the current events were within his expectations, only Hayden's reaction surprised him.
The little man who was screaming and running away when he saw that he was holding the snake mane was now terribly calm. Hayden wasn't boasting, he was a perfect fit for the job—every time someone got hurt, the therapist student almost panicked, but Hayden Wilhelm seemed to be a different person.
Thanks to his own strength, Nemo can see the injuries of others at a glance. But Hayden is just an ordinary human with low magic power, but his reaction is not much slower than Nemo. He greeted the warriors skillfully, even finding time to soothe the therapist in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
Nemo calmly assists, not much, not much, more like Hayden's shadow now. From time to time, he glanced at the huge snake-maned lion out of the corner of his eyes—the professor or the clerk did not appear, which means that this snake-maned lion was probably arranged in advance by the college.
But the group's front lines are showing signs of crumbling.
To be honest, Nemo knew the situation very well. He and Oliver also walked all the way, and they are very aware of the problems that may arise for newcomers to the battlefield. Actual combat is different from training, and the students here are not stupid enough to be blindly confident. They just went to the other extreme - they didn't know how to allocate their energy and strength, and when they came up, they went all out as if they were facing a big enemy, and did not expect the length of the battle. At present, various combat units are beginning to show weakness, and the magic power of the healer is almost exhausted.
Sunk costs are already too high. They had no choice but to knock down the enemy in front of them and get the main snake. Even if it barely escaped now, the group has no energy to deal with another energetic snake mane lion.
Fortunately, when the situation was close to despair, the five soldiers who had left before finally returned to the team. Creeping Vine Swamp was not easy to break free, and they seemed to have spent a lot of effort—especially Leonard, one of his arms was dripping with blood, and there were many bright green thorns in the wound.
The shattered protective shield that defended the mage finally broke, and the mage almost fainted directly to the ground.
The soldiers rushed forward one after another, and the few in charge of defense barely stabilized the situation. Just as Leonard was about to rush over, he was kicked by Hayden on the knee, and he knelt on the ground.
"you-"
"Stop for me!" Hayden screamed, almost fire in his big, nervous eyes. "If the thorns of the creeping vine are not taken out in time, within ten minutes from now, you will be paralyzed! Do you want to be paralyzed under that thing's claws?"
Leonard closed his mouth with complicated eyes.
"The therapist can't take it anymore," Hayden said coldly, with a hint of doubt. "Hold on, soldier. You'll be all right in a minute."
His mouth was talking, but his hands were not slow at all - Hayden's movements were light and fast, and the long blood-stained thorns were picked out one by one and threw neatly on the ground. It was followed by sutures that could not be seen clearly. After the ointment was applied, the wound almost stopped bleeding. The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.
"Go." Hayden didn't stop, and turned directly to the next wounded.
Leonard didn't talk nonsense any more, he just charged up with his sword. To be honest, this arrogant young nobleman is not bad, he even cut off a small half-maned snake from the snake-maned lion, and the latter let out a painful howl.
But they were too young after all, Nemo thought. If the enemy is an ordinary snake mane lion, there is no suspense in this battle. Enemies of this level are too early for them, and while Nursing can sew up the warriors' wounds in time, it cannot restore the lost mana and blood. The therapist finally couldn't hold it any longer and knelt on the ground. Hayden's face was covered in sweat and dust, and his white clothes were stained with blood and mud.
He is still trying to continue.
Seeing such a small man clenching his teeth and insisting, the wounded warriors rushed to the giant beast again and again, and Leonard's offensive was particularly fierce. Unfortunately it's useless. The gap in strength is very obvious, and Nemo moved his wrists - if they continue to work so hard, the professor will definitely intervene. 80% of the mission will fail this time.
If Oliver doesn't get back in time...
The snake mane lion let out a furious roar, and his eyes were completely red. The only maned snakes left on its neck struggled frantically, and the gray-green beast raised its claws and slapped fiercely at Leonard, who was insisting on attacking in front of him. Take the blow.
Nemo took a breath and started counting the dead ends again. Hidden strength is hidden strength, and it is not his style to see death without saving. Leonard's sword had reached its limit, and he would definitely not be able to withstand this blow. With the escorts of the professors, Leonard should not have died, but he would never be able to escape with serious injuries.
But before he could make a move, the harsh sound of claws piercing the metal sounded first. The only logistician left on the field used the iron pan as a shield and rushed forward to block the blow—Elmer's muscles were bulging, and he kept his standing position silently. The iron pot was directly penetrated by the sharp animal claws, and the tip of the claws was less than half a centimeter from the tip of his nose.
"Your sword is about to break," whispered Elmer. "I can tell, sir. You are heroic, but the weapons provided here are so fragile that you seem to have forgotten that."
He twisted the iron pot, the broken metal pierced into the animal's claws, and the snake-maned lion suddenly retracted its claws. The robust logistics took this opportunity to pull Leonard back, and the two quickly got out of the danger zone.
"You don't understand." Leonard growled. The noble warrior slashed the sword on the stone pillar of the ruins, and the upper half of the sword flew out directly. He observed Broken Sword for a moment, then stepped forward again. "It was me who started the misjudgment that led to the separation of forces. I have a responsibility, you listen - I have a responsibility to fix this!"
"No, our priority now is to preserve our stamina." The commander panted, his body covered in blood. "If this is really a battlefield, against an impossible enemy. It's not wise to fight hard—and that logistics, Elmer? Don't act on your own! Everyone understands this time, but military rules are military rules, and there is no first order. Twice-"
Before he could finish speaking, another logistician who had been fleeing for a long time finally arrived.
Oliver was covered in dust and still looked like he was running away. There was a large cloud of smoke behind his butt, revealing a black shadow about the size of a snake mane lion.
"Help!" Oliver tried to sound more frightened, looking directly at Nemo.
"Damn, back me up!" The commander screamed and uttered swear words. "Oliver Byrne, fuck. Your—"
The snake mane lion will not give up this opportunity. It aimed at Hayden, the shortest and weakest in the group, and lunged straight for the opponent. Without hesitation, Leonard pushed the little Nursing back directly, pushing a hand directly into the snake's mane lion's mouth, and the broken sword pierced the main snake on the snake's mane lion's head.
But the pain was more severe than he thought, and the main snake was very cunning. This blow only scratched the face of the snake mane lion, leaving a deep bloody mouth. Hayden, who was pushed aside, did not dodge. He gritted his teeth and threw a bottle of paralysis potion at the snake-maned lion-although it was impossible for it to bring down this behemoth, it was possible to delay it for half a second.
The potion seeped into the wound on the snake's mane lion's face, and the bite of the beast stagnated for a moment. Hayden desperately pulled out Leonard's arm, and the remaining warriors sluggishly pushed them up again. Barely survived another wave of attacks.
"Shrink the formation, hurry up! What the hell did that bastard Bourne lead to—"
This sentence is like a spell. Oliver fell beautifully, and his whole body was almost drowned in smoke. The shadow was very obviously bent down, a standard attack action.
And that face's extraordinarily good nursing goes out of control in an instant.
"Oh my God, Ollie!" Nemo yelled, "despite the danger" breaking out of the line and charging forward.
Simulating the surveillance screen of the crystal ball in his mind, Nemo hooked his mouth. In the blind spot of his teammates and the monitoring crystal ball, he secretly gave the snake mane lion a kick—if he read it right, Oliver just relied on the cover of smoke and threw another giant beast directly. He can help his lover calibrate the target.
The snake mane lion was kicked out of balance and took a few steps back as if drunk. Another giant beast that just rushed over was crushed. And the action of the giant beast was a little weird, as if it was thrown alive by someone. But right now no one has the heart to care about this.
"Duststorm Snake Meerkat." The commander muttered, he didn't have time to care about those two inexplicable assistants. "Yes... Yes, since there are so many snake-maned lions, the academy must have raised these things to control... "
The dust storm meerkat seemed a little stunned. It shook its head dizzily and found itself lying on a pile of fresh food. So it did what most creatures would do - straight down its mouth in relief, and bit the snake's maned snake.
The snake-maned lion let out an earth-shattering whine, and the two giant beasts fought together in an instant.
"How come it's so slow?" Nemo ran to Oliver who "fell to the ground" and pretended to check his lover's injuries.
"It doesn't want to attack me, so I'm about to tap dance in front of it." Oliver coughed twice in the smoke raised by Duststorm Snake Meerkat. "In the end I had to pull its beard...it was only officially angry when the fifth one was pulled off."
"...Thank you for your hard work." Nemo patted Oliver on the shoulder sympathetically and held him up.
At this moment, the dust storm mongoose finally pinned the snake-maned lion to the ground, and it began to gnaw at the maned snake on the neck of the snake-maned lion, with a pleasant grunt in its throat. Before the others could react, Leonard dragged his bloody injured arm forward, cut down the main snake like lightning, and quickly dragged it back to the team.
The meerkat rolled his eyes at him, and continued to lower his head and enjoy the afternoon tea happily. All the team members listened to the chewing sound in silence for nearly 20 minutes - the dust storm meerkat finally gnawed the snake's maned snake completely bald, it burped in satisfaction, and walked away slowly.
"You two, failed, and violated the rules seriously." After handing over the head of the main snake to the professor in charge, the attackers quickly finished scoring the support staff. Except for the two team members who were almost unscathed, the rest were led to the school hospital.
The score is publicized, but the name of the scorer is hidden.
Hayden Wilhelm got a perfect score of 100. It seemed that his thin roommate at least no longer had to worry about contempt from Leonard's side, Nemo thought with relief, ignoring his bloody thirty.
Oliver was even worse, with only one poor ten.
They knew very well what kind of misunderstandings their actions would lead to, so after the battle, the two just followed far behind the team and didn't even return to the team.
"One fled and even brought danger back to the team; one disobeyed the command and disobeyed on the spot. Huh?" When they watched their teammates leave and finally reached the exit, the professor said coldly. "Oliver Byrne, if you bring back another snake-maned lion, your entire team will be dragged into the water by you, understand? And you, Mr. White, your commander should have emphasized that auxiliary personnel are not allowed. Crossing the line. Nursing is the most taboo in the battlefield because of personal disobedience."
"We... I'm very sorry." The two bowed their heads in cooperation.
"Yes, the two of you haven't been injured much. But all of your teammates will need to be hospitalized until tomorrow morning." The host professor's expression became even more stinky. "'Sorry' is of no use on the battlefield. Listen, you two, go to the confinement room after dinner to each write a combat review, analyze your own problems, and describe how a qualified person should behave - confinement until tomorrow morning, Both need to appreciate the sacrifices your comrades made for this victory."
"Okay, Professor."
The sun is about to set. After dinner, the uninjured students continued to wander or study in the castle, waiting for evening classes to begin. Only the two walked alone to the school building, preparing for two hours of confinement.
"It's actually pretty good," Nemo said suddenly.
"what?"
"Go to school." Nemo looked at the sky dyed red by the sunset, "This way of living is also... very interesting."
He even wanted to stay here longer if he could. The bias here is sharper, but also more vulnerable. While the temporary comrades tried their best to reach out to the target, for a few seconds, he completely forgot his own situation.
"Yeah." Oliver's fingertips swept across the delicate walls in the corridor, and everything here was a little warm. "I love the sense of peace."
After that, he opened the door of the dormitory with a copper name tag, hesitated for a few seconds, and then scratched his cheek: "Nimo..."
Nemo, who was taking his bronze medal, turned around and said, "What?"
"This will all end," Oliver said firmly. "At that time, we can choose a similar place to live, a lively and peaceful place. I can't say, um... Maybe we still have a chance to come back here."
Nemo's movements stiffened for a few seconds: "…hope so."
His voice was light.
Oliver closed the door and started pouring water into the bath. He took out a new set of clean uniforms from the closet, put them on the bed, and then stuffed the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes basket with the cleaning circle painted on. Unlike Nemo, he didn't have much blood on his body, just sand and dirt. He didn't even dare to lean against the edge of the thick carpet now, for fear of soiling the soft fabric.
Take a shower and change into clothes. Then they had to make do with a night in the sojourn.
Each student residence at Clement has two private bathrooms and is spacious enough. Oliver soaked himself in the hot water, sure enough to smell the fresh citrus scent. He put his hand into the hot water and stirred it a few times, the water dripping over the dense scars on the skin.
The Blight Castle also needs to keep the prisoners' bodies clean, otherwise, with the frequency of their injuries, most death row prisoners will die first from wound infections. Usually they only have a very simple cleaning spell after the arena - it's over in an instant, they won't feel anything, and they don't even bother to clean up blood stains.
Now he is lying in a comfortable large bathtub.
Oliver slid his hand into his wet hair, and the soundproofing of the room was very good. Except for the sound of water in his ears, the rest of the sound was extremely weak. While the students were either in the hospital or in the teaching area, Nemo was well hidden, and the breath of life around him was close to nothing.
As if he was the only one left in the world.
Although his reason told him that Nemo was next door, the warm and silky water was still sharply cold, a dark red like blood in his vision, and the thirst that should not exist suddenly exploded in his mouth. Oliver frowned and washed his face with hot water, suppressing the gloomy hallucinations in his head.
The aftermath of the Wither Castle didn't go away so quickly.
He was getting better, Oliver was sure of that. He didn't lose his mind over the dark memories, but that didn't mean they didn't make him restless - Oliver slid into the water again, sinking his nose and mouth under the surface, and spit out a string of air bubbles.
He froze with great concentration. So the moment the bathroom door was opened, Oliver almost choked with shock.
"Are you making your own soup, Ollie?" Nemo leaned against the bathroom door, his wet black hair dripping in his bathrobe. "You've been washing for almost an hour."
Oliver glanced at the other side's exposed collarbone, and spit out a bunch of bubbles before sitting up slightly, sticking his nose and mouth out of the water. "Is something wrong?"
"Baggarmoru still ran away, that bastard." Nemo shrugged. "I can feel it flying around the castle for fun."
"Don't worry. You dyed it like that, and the breath was sealed, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
"Hopefully." Nemo sighed, but didn't mean to leave at all—he threw off his house slippers and walked barefoot to the big tub. Then he leaned down slightly and smoothed Oliver's wet bangs with his hands.
"You look bad." Nemo's tone was serious. "I guess so. Wither Castle, right? Not the first time, Ollie, I know every time you wake up. This makes you weak, or…”
"I know you won't." Oliver grabbed the hand and pressed it to his lips. "I just don't want to worry about you, just like you don't want to worry about me."
Nemo was silent.
"You didn't successfully forget about the 'Demon King', did you? Nemo, you are envious of those students, I can see that too."
"Don't talk about it." Nemo pulled his hand back, lowered his head, and exchanged a wet kiss with the other party.
"Okay." Oliver's breath was sloppy for a moment, "Let's talk about something else. Let me think... What did you say to Leonard on the issue of 'technology'?"
With a force on his hand, he directly dragged the defenseless Nemo into the bathtub - the not-so-thick bathrobe was completely wet, and Nemo was half-kneeling in the bathtub, smearing the hot water on his face in embarrassment.
"'If I had a list of the reasons I liked him, it would definitely be at the bottom of the list'...but it's the truth." Nemo simply tore off his robe, threw it out of the bathtub, and clasped Oliver's left hand. . "How about admitting defeat once in a while? Let me do it this time."
"Oh." Oliver raised his eyebrows, watching the pale skin of the other party appear a touch of blood under the action of the hot water. "His Majesty seems to be very confident in his technique."
"Hey, don't call me 'Your Majesty,'" Nemo whispered in protest.
"I like this name, especially now." Oliver smiled, the dark emptiness in his heart was completely filled by the other party's body temperature and weight. "I'm not fooled by the way you look, I know exactly what you are—wouldn't it be nice?… Well, it's not entirely true. In another sense, I did get fooled."
Nemo was stunned for a few seconds, then his ears started to turn red again. "Whether it's a face or a theoretical reserve, I will definitely not lose to you. Of course I have confidence—"
He forcibly pulled the topic back, his ears getting redder and redder.
"You forgot about my family's business?" Oliver shook his head amusingly. "You know, a hotel like that—I was forced to bump into all kinds of scenes. I lost control last time, and I'm sorry, but this Second-rate… "
"…Wait, Ollie, it's just over an hour before the lockdown starts. Last time you were—"
"I know, so let's move faster. After all, we can't use the Cleansing Charm this time, can we?"
"You… uh."
"Don't scratch the edge of the tub, you'll break it. Hook my neck, Your Majesty."
…
"Actually, I'm curious." Oliver said tentatively when the two of them wiped the water stains on the floor together. "You said that the reason why you like me is technology is the last one, what about the second last?"
"It wasn't there." Nemo frowned and twisted the towel in his hand. "I was going to say 'everything else is tied for first place, Ollie'... but it's different now."
"uh-huh?"
"Take the pride on your face." Nemo gritted his teeth. "Okay, it's not the last one. Now the last one has a new winner - Ollie, put your habit of calling 'Your Majesty' away. Change it."
"Look, I'm still a little confident in my learning ability." Oliver looked at the clean floor and put on his uniform coat. "Besides, I won't change it, Nemo. At least during that time, every time you heard this title, your expression was very relieved." Rather than deliberately avoiding this fact, it would be better for Nemo to recognize it. - He is very clear that his love is inhuman, and he loves it.
Then Oliver paused meaningfully for a few seconds: "I wouldn't call you that on other occasions, don't worry."
"There has to be a last-to-last, otherwise the number one is meaningless." Nemo rubbed his ears, exhaled deeply, and began to change into his uniform. "To be honest, other options are not very good."
"Then I can offer an idea on the spot. So far, you don't really like it, but I like it... it does."
"Um?"
"...I actually like your uniform quite a bit."
"… "
,Wonderful!
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