Aurora
Nemo stood up in shock and stared into the empty hallway in front of him.
Talbot Vance is that legendary superior demon slayer, and it sounds like time is running out. This was completely beyond Nemo's imagination, who thought Vance was nothing more than a collaborator with Della Layne. Originally, he was surprised by the vague subordinate atmosphere between the two. If Vance was O'Leary, this strange situation immediately became easy to explain.
The conversation in the room continued.
"It can't be said to be persistent." Vance - or the demon Orori, answered the question casually. "Thank you for your gift, Delarion."
"Let's be practical." The abyss sage didn't mean the slightest politeness, "The little guys on the horizon are not very useful this time, and they have not caught anyone now."
"I'm not going to meddle in human affairs."
"But this matter has nothing to do with you." Della Lennion snapped her fingers in a good-natured manner, and the cleaning spell brushed over the odd-looking metal tool, cleaning up the medicinal liquid on it. "I found out a lot about the tumbleweed... Oliver Ramon, the head of the tumbleweed, is the son of your rebellious student."
Vance raised his head slowly, his eyes narrowed.
"Things are getting more and more interesting!" Della Laineen was in high spirits, "I was just suspicious... Now I'm pretty sure that my memory loss is definitely related to tumbleweed. If it wasn't for something extremely unreasonable, I couldn't have started a research project on Lent's blight specifically."
"There are only two victims over the years, Sonia Ramon and her unborn child. The Horizon report is still a bit useful, they at least helped me confirm Oliver Ramon's identity. Now there is only one question left "Who the hell did it for me?"
Vance clenched his fists, looking somewhat disgusted by the subject.
"I have a guess. No matter who did this, the purpose may be more than just punishment. That guy is consciously protecting someone." Seeing that the other party didn't want to answer, Della Lenien continued softly. "If not, before erasing my memory, he... or she doesn't have to cut off my information transmission at all, it's enough to hide his face. The other party obviously doesn't want me to reveal the identity of the person who destroyed the castle."
"Are you sure it was done by two people?" Vance finally asked rhetorically.
"The power to destroy the castle has never been seen before, and the usage is simple and crude. But the spell I was cast was extremely precise, and it was definitely done by two people."
Nemo clenched his fists, a bit of bitterness in his mouth. Indeed, that was the best way he could think of at the time. He had hoped that Della Reinen would be able to converge because of this, but the form of the other party's convergence was only to retreat behind the scenes, pushing Godwin and Horizon to the front.
He underestimated Della Lane's curiosity.
"No matter who it is, I think it's a serious warning." Vance remained calm. "Your body in Wither Castle didn't even transmit any valuable information. The other party can completely suppress a superior demon. I I don't think Horizon can handle a pair like that."
"Yeah, I think so too." Hearing the clear word "withering castle", the smile on Dellalienne's face instantly faded a little. "So I just asked them to gather intelligence on my behalf. As for Godwin Lopez's decision to deal with Oliver Ramon, that has nothing to do with me."
"You're pretty sure he'll do that... In Godwin Lopez's character, after discovering Ramon's power, he'll definitely try to defeat Ramon and send him to the Mercenary Guild headquarters. You just want By the way, collect more information about Ramon, you and I will not use this set."
"You don't care? That's Flint's son."
"I don't have the habit of asking my father to pay his son's debt. On the other hand, I really have no interest in him."
"Oh?" Della Lenien posted, "No fun? Even if I can tell you with great certainty that after screening all the possibilities, he is most likely the one who destroyed the Wither Castle?"
"As I said, I won't intervene in human affairs. His power does not belong to the abyss, that's enough."
"It's so cold." The abyss sage sighed blankly, as if he was still unhappy about what happened in the Withered Castle. "And what about Nemo Wright, who possesses the power of the Demon Lord?"
Nemo, who was peeking, froze, and the demon spider in the corner of the ceiling almost slipped to the ground with one foot.
"Whether it's Ann Savage, Adrian Cross, or even that parrot, I know all about them." The female professor lowered her head and patted the dust on her robe, then sniffed at the blood-stained cuff. , sprayed some perfume with a look of disgust. "There are only two people who have always puzzled me—Mr. Wright and Mr. Dylan."
Vance looked silently at the fellow in front of him.
"You don't want to play with tumbleweeds for me, that's fine." Della Lenien stuffed the perfume bottle into her pocket, "Tell me at least one thing—the Devil's Cocoon incident in Roadmark Town, were you there?"
"Well."
"Is Jesse Dylan really the demon in black that you met in the Church of the Abyss that day?"
"I'm not sure, he doesn't have the breath of the abyss." Vance replied quietly, "but I can't see through him, and I can't rule out the possibility that he used some paragraphs or props."
"Then there are only two possibilities. Either Jesse Dillon tricked the Rudd by some way and slipped into the castle to save people. Or Nemo Wright came out."
"Wright? If it's just a fragment of the Demon King's power..."
"No, I have an idea." Della Reinen rubbed her chin and smiled again. "Maybe he's like me."
"… "
"Look, since the Demon King can accidentally create an 'I', why can't he make a second one?"
"I promise you." Vance frowned, "I'll support you when necessary, and investigate as you like. But don't forget, Della Layne, our plan will always come first. ."
"Alright, alright, I remember." Della Lenien pouted, "Oh, it's really troublesome."
An Gang fastened the broom into the cart, grabbed a damp rag, and saw Nemo floating over from the end of the corridor.
Of course, their head's lover didn't really float in the air, but just walked like a drunken colt, and his face was as pale as a ghost.
"What's wrong with Oliver?" An asked cautiously, subconsciously tossing the rag.
"Oliver is fine," Nemo said in a dreamy voice. "I'm not fine, just ask me."
"...What's wrong with you?" An helplessly put down the rough cloth that was still dripping.
"Number one, Della Layne is here as a female professor. Number two, the professor decided to hire me as an assistant. Number one, O'Lori is staying with her, yes, that O' Lori It's here too. We can talk about his information later." Fourth, it's very likely that Della Lenien himself was created by him at some point, but Nemo didn't dare to say this.
The female warrior was pinned to the spot by the excessive amount of information for a while, uh, several times.
"I already told Ollie, you have to be careful." Nemo murmured in a low voice, "Dara Lenien must remember a few of us."
"With so much care, why did that guy choose you to be his assistant?" An keenly discovered the problem.
"I... During the exam, I answered the part of the abyss magic pathology..."
Ann's face was visibly gloomy, and she moved her wrist, vaguely wanting to press Nemo's head into the rag bucket.
"It's not a tickle answer, I need to get the information on Trent blight!" Nemo said like a bean, even if Ann's combat power was completely unable to pose a threat, he instinctively shrank his neck and tried desperately to explain. "...for Ollie."
Ann raised her head and sighed heavily towards the ceiling.
"The information you gave is not trivial. We may need a team meeting." An turned his neck, and his joints made a loud click. "Even if you've already entered here, you can still encounter this kind of thing. You... Are you sure you don't have any strange curses?"
Nemo swallowed and lowered his head guiltily.
"It's not impossible." After calming down, the female warrior grabbed the rag again and swiftly wringed it out. "You two can just put it off for a week."
"But the horizon..."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not suggesting to leave the academy." The female warrior showed a smile like a successful prank, "Cross and Dylan will enter the Isamel labyrinth today. I contacted them this morning."
"so?"
"This weekend is in time for the monthly maze resets, and each reset will have a couple of unruly hapless people trapped in for a while. You and Oliver could consider getting together next time. As for until then, since Dear Professor Della Laineen has your eyes on you - you can find a way to hide from her and get some more information."
"… install."
"Um?"
"Why do you know so much about the internal affairs of Clement Academy? You clearly said before that you are not familiar with the city of Clement."
"Oh." An lowered his head, the smile on his face dissipated for the most part. "There are people I know... who have studied here."
the other side.
Oliver waited patiently, but Nemo didn't show up for lunch. Seeing that lunchtime was coming to an end, Oliver had no choice but to walk toward the dining room regretfully, thinking about wrapping Nemo with some new Sunshine treats.
As for the contemptuous glances and boos along the way, with a steel heart who has been in the service industry all the year round, he simply ignored them all. After all, the fact that he ran away decisively in the first training has been spread all over the profession, and no one likes a coward, and Oliver understands that.
But most of the students are past the age when they go straight to provocation if they don't like it. Apart from the unpleasant whispers and insults, Oliver was very satisfied that there were no practical obstacles in his way to the restaurant. He happily piled the plate full of delicious food, and the Meiji he had reserved for Nemo was ready—
"Oliver." Just as Oliver was about to start enjoying his lunch, his sturdy roommate pulled out his chair and put down his plate and sat across from him.
He didn't expect anyone to talk to him at all, Oliver almost choked himself with a piece of beef in his mouth. "Elmer...?"
"Why did you do that?"
"Ah, uh... I was so scared, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"No." Elmer clasped his stout fingers and lowered his voice—even though the food supply had ended, for some reason, the entire restaurant was still full of students. "You and White obviously saved everyone, why do you deliberately cover it up?"
Oliver's mouth was still stained with brown sauce, he was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly. There was no temptation on the other's face, and it seemed that Elmer was very sure of what he said.
"...You see it." There's no point in covering it up.
"Yes. I have to say, you guys did a perfect job." His tall roommate sliced the stew from his plate, his voice barely audible. "But I'm the child of the hunter, and I can see the state of the animals - when the meerkat hit the snake mane lion, although it was only for a moment, it was completely stunned. It didn't look like a reaction after an attack. , more like the shock of being crushed."
"Maybe you have your troubles, and I can understand if you don't want to say it. But I do care, Oliver. I can't pretend that nothing happened."
Elmer chewed silently for a while, then politely swallowed the food.
"So I can't help but ask... Who are you guys?"
"I don't want to say it." Oliver was very decisive.
Elmer's chewing stopped.
"Because I don't want to lie to you." Oliver shrugged, dipped his fork into the tender and juicy piece of meat again, and turned his head to glance at the students who were talking loudly around him. "Although I know it's a bit of a request... well, Elmer, maybe we can make a deal."
Their friendship is still shallow, and their situation is really suspicious. It is a bit too much to directly ask the other party to keep it secret. Elmer seems to be an honest and honest person, and it is very likely that he will agree to this. Oliver doesn't want to take advantage of the other party's tolerance, and it is not his style to use "we saved you" as a reward.
"You help us keep it a secret, I'll teach you swordsmanship." Oliver wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, "Time is limited, I can only teach you the most basic things. But I've seen your fighting moves... You haven't learned the basics seriously, right? ?"
Elmer stared at him blankly, then his eyes flushed red. "God, would you—"
"Wait wait, don't be so excited." Oliver almost didn't hold the fork firmly, "My swordsmanship is not very special..."
Before he could finish, the wall in front of them cracked.
To be precise, it is divided into two halves, slowly retreating to both ends. Countless roulette-like things floated out and neatly floated in the air. The students who had been sitting in the dining hall stood up, and a tidal wave poured in outside the door—mostly senior students, but also their peers.
Now the big restaurant is even more lively than meal time.
"What's this?" This is obviously not a suitable atmosphere for dining. Oliver stuffed the remaining pieces of beef into his mouth and asked with his cheeks puffed up, his voice a little vague.
"I don't know." Elmer was much more honest. He obediently moved to the wall and decided to squat to enjoy his lunch.
Oliver leaned beside him, holding Nemo's Meiji, chewing like a hamster. He carefully let go of his senses and listened to the conversations of those students.
"Unfortunately, that team was destroyed in the tomb of the high elves before? I have studied it for a long time."
"It's the team that's gone. The deputy team leader seems to be going to another Black Badge team. How much did you earn from them?"
"A dozen gold coins..."
"I'm betting on 'Shadow Snake', the range of activities... Well, if I'm not mistaken, it should be near Kenyatta in Garland. According to their mission information last month, they are likely to choose a low-key and safe mission this month. Fifty silver coins, that's all."
The roulette wheel keeps spinning and doesn't mean to stop.
"Then I bet—"
"I see." Elmer bit his fork and poked Oliver's shoulder right. "It's Calamity Roulette, I've heard people say it."
"What?" Oliver looked at the wheel closest to them. Unlike those in casinos, these roulette wheels have inner and outer circles, with the mission danger level, impact size and city name written respectively, and the city name is constantly flashing and changing. A round black ball kept rolling along the circular track, making a clicking sound.
Below the roulette wheel is a brass box with an opening marked with the danger level, the team name, the number of players and a monetary figure. Students wrote messages on parchment slips, signed them, and dropped them into the openings of the boxes.
A few seconds after the note was put in, the amount number flashed, and the amount became a little bigger.
Those danger levels may seem familiar, but it doesn't matter, it's like...
"Gambling?" Oliver swallowed his last food forcefully, "Gambling with the Black Badge Team... Gambling?"
"That's right." Elmer put down his plate as well. "I heard that it seems to be a fixed project of Clementine Academy. After all, the mercenary guild is reluctant to release the black seal information to other institutions. I guess this is to train our intelligence gathering and analysis skills in disguise - after all, we have to guess right. The specific movements and action goals of the Black Badge teams are still very difficult."
"I guess. The more dangerous the black seal is, the fewer people will bet, and the higher the reward will be?"
"It seems so."
Oliver stood up, he held Meiji and looked at the rows of roulette wheels, and finally found his goal as he wished—
[Tumbleweed, snake class, 5 members.]
[Current bet: 000]