The members of Horizon stepped into the tunnel on Godwin's orders.
The entire space tunnel wall is composed of turbulent and chaotic strange airflow, stepping on it like a dead jellyfish, or a swamp after rain. It may be difficult for ordinary people to stand firm, but there will be no ordinary people in the Horizon team. The mercenaries quickly stood their ground and moved forward steadily.
Godwin walked deliberately behind the group to make sure that the four students had safely stepped into the space tunnel.
Leonard couldn't restrain his rapid breathing. Considering the previous series of embarrassing misunderstandings, the little aristocrat wanted to be more reserved, but the blood that rushed to his forehead betrayed his true mood. Marilyn no longer pretended to be weak, but just turned her head and peeked at Ann with a hint of envy in her eyes.
"I... I'm a little sorry." Hayden whispered as he passed by Nemo. "You're sure to be an excellent nurse, Nemo. I'm afraid I'll have to live in the professional dormitory if you go like this."
He seemed to have no intuitive concept of the power of Oliver and Nemo, and just nodded at Nemo a little reluctantly.
"I apologize to you." Marilyn murmured when Hayden caught up with the main force. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you, Hayden. I just..."
"I accept and I understand. Never mind."
"I still want to be a therapist—I still can't help but feel a little hot when I see you now. Well, I'll try to control it." Marilyn sighed softly.
"…I know, maybe. No one can tell what's going to happen in the future, can they?"
The pretty girl bit her lower lip and reached out to Hayden. Hayden's face flushed red, and he reached out tremblingly, almost scratching the girl's wrist. But he managed to catch the one in the end, and shook it solemnly. "I've got quite a few nursing questions I'd like to ask you about, Lawler... Ma, Marilyn."
"it is good."
"I want to apologize too." Leonard stared at Hayden's outstretched one, dragging his thoughts out of the fiery excitement in his head. "Miss Lawler, please forgive my previous rudeness. I think I see what you mean this time. But if I could—"
"No, you don't, Quentin Leonard." Marilyn said quickly, "I don't like types that are too taller than me. Are you going to chop off below the knee?"
"..." Leonard's whole person looked a little gloomy.
"But we can be comrades-in-arms." Marilyn shook her head with a smile and patted the little nobleman's arm. "If you're willing to lower your chin and use your brains, you'll find a good girl."
"I thought about it, I have nothing to apologize for," Elmer said honestly, looking at Oliver who was talking to Godwin not far away. "I'll have to go and say thank you to Oliver in a moment."
It would be hours before Elmer found himself dazedly rich overnight.
Years later, Oliver Elmer, a senior fighter, still remembers this day—the day he and his teammates worked together successfully for the first time. After all, these four young people have never been separated since this day.
Jagged Commander Quentin Leonard, First Nursing Hayden Wilhelm.
and Alban chief therapist Marilyn Lawler.
However, the biggest difficulty in front of the students at the moment is not the battlefield, but the space tunnel that is extremely difficult to maintain balance. The skinny Hayden almost took a step and fell, Leonard picked him up impatiently, and tried hard to move forward with one foot deep and one shallow.
Seeing that his former classmates were able to move forward successfully, Nemo leaned over to Oliver. Oliver had just finished talking with Godwin. In order to reduce his sense of existence, Nemo patiently played the stake for more than ten minutes.
"How's it going?" Nemo said nervously, and the grey parrot was still limply caught by him, like a rag bag.
"Godwin told me not to misunderstand, he didn't mean to cover us up." Oliver shook his head with a smile, "He just doesn't intend to pursue your identity or disclose the source of my power for the time being. As for what we do here The, uh, thing. He still has to report it truthfully."
"'I'll keep my eyes on you, Mr. Ramon. Remember your promise, if you do anything out of the ordinary, Horizon will be the first to stand up to you and never die.'…he said. "Oliver cleared his throat and frowned, imitating Godwin vividly.
"How did you answer?" Nemo craned his neck, turned his face, and tried to look at Godwin's back at the entrance of the space tunnel.
"'Okay, dear brother,'" Oliver said softly, turning Nemo's face back. "Then he looked like he was choking on a bean and strode off."
"That book in the confinement room—the one with Emanuel Lopez's memories—is it really good not to tell him?"
"I'll definitely tell him... at a more appropriate time." Oliver scratched his head. "Now he needs to rest and calm down. It's not in a hurry. Rather than this, I'd like to say—"
Nemo's eyes flashed. The next moment he put his index finger on Oliver's lips, covered his eyes with the other, which he was not used to, and the grey parrot that had been released slammed into the dirt. "Shh. Wait a minute, it must be Della Lenien moving again."
The little spider was working dutifully, and the sounds and pictures came one after another.
"This is what you want, Vance." The female professor shoved a grotesque crystal ball into Vance dressed as a servant. "You know, my knowledge has been wiped out a lot, and it's only now done. Gee, I really didn't procrastinate on purpose."
"It doesn't matter." Vance, or O'Lorrie, returned to that icy look. The gray-haired man looked at the crystal ball for a while. "Bone jade's magic circuit changed?"
"Hmm." Della Laineen nodded, "It is different from the rubbish of the Rad Sect, it no longer detects the activation of the abyss magic, but can detect the branches and strengths of the surrounding demons. However, the detection range is still within ten kilometers, so there is no way to do this.”
"enough."
"I just tested it again, and now the magic circuit is still cooling down, and it will work normally in an hour. Contact me if you have any questions - miserable me, I have to deal with the old headmaster. To be honest, I am not interested in the human nation. The various tossing and tossing is not very interesting. Even if the hostage is gone, he better not try to erase this body. This identity is quite convenient. "
"Um."
"You also pay attention, don't waste the power I give."
"Go."
The female professor pouted in a very unladylike manner, turned her head and walked towards the principal's office at the end of the corridor. Nemo held his breath and nearly poked his finger in Oliver's mouth.
"Mrs Mandy." The elderly Mr. Salter, the headmaster of the Royal Military Academy of Clement, was sitting in his seat with a sincere voice.
On the other hand, Della Lenien also put away the evil spirit on his face, and made an appearance of being nervous and calm.
"Don't be nervous, I don't know what the Viscount said to you. But it must not be true."
"Since it's just the two of us, I'll just say it, dear Salter." The female professor was expressionless, "Your people took the Trent blight sample from my laboratory, right? ?"
Nemo suddenly recalled a disappearance report in the reading piece. At first, he thought it was a common problem in the experiment, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't expect...
"If the tumbleweed hadn't infiltrated the academy, you would have used 'the plague' as an excuse to shut down. Ah, I think, it's 80% likely to find some poor civilian student and let him—no, most likely she— Sick and give image proof." The female professor made an angry expression unique to a researcher. "We've known each other for so many years, I never thought you would use my project for your own lust!"
"I'm not really going to let it spread, and it's not personal," Salter said slowly, his voice soft but unmistakable. "Sacrificing an unimportant woman can change the war situation of the whole country. You are a smart researcher, Mrs. Mandy, you should know the importance. I am not looking for you this time for anything else, just to give you peace of mind."
The old man paused for a moment.
"I saw just now that you seemed very unhappy with my decision. I don't want any wonderful misunderstanding between us. You'll know about this sooner or later, and I might as well tell you straight--His Majesty passed away, just a few days later. hours ago."
Female teachers repeat the old tricks. The demon covered his mouth with his double, and the covered mouth didn't really exclaim, just snorted disdainfully.
"The Royal Military Academy of Clement will always be His Majesty's most loyal support." The old principal made an oath. "Lord Mandy's position has never been obvious, and you're a sensible man, Mrs. Mandy. I hope you'll think about the bigger picture, and if you're willing to cooperate with us—"
"You... uh, if I'm not mistaken, you are trying to control some of the descendants of the nobles, hoping to add obstacles to the new king's path?" Nemo could sense that Della Laene was "shocked" With a smile in the tone of voice, "Zhenni is on top, shouldn't it be... His Royal Highness Eldric is out to His Majesty?"
"This is the message from His Majesty himself, there is no mistake. According to the order left by His Majesty, we must eradicate that ambitious madman. If my message is correct, he did not even let His Highness Annabel go. "
"You have your son to help you, what are you still worried about? My husband and I are just unambitious little nobles, and I don't want to be involved in such a big thing-" The demon made a weak look.
"In a pinch, we're likely to need as much support as possible, and that part has nothing to do with force. You know what I mean."
"But, but, support the underage Delia, a puppet queen? You want to take her up? God, God, Salter. The old school will eat you and your son alive. Come to them Say, that underage girl is nothing at all, and now His Royal Highness Eldric is the only royal blood. You must think about it, God, where is my snuff bottle—"
"I know it's difficult." The old principal stood up and put his back behind his back. "But His Majesty's will must be carried out - Aldric Alastair has no kingly qualifications, and he will lead Alban to destruction."
"... Then forgive me for a while, this is not a trivial matter! Anyway, I can't get any news right now, and I need some time to think."
Old Solt nodded.
Della Lenien saluted, and after walking out of the principal's room, she rolled her eyes decisively.
"Two nests of ants are fighting." She hummed an unknown tune and walked along the way. "Who will occupy this rotten corner?"
Nemo swallowed hard and disconnected. He hesitated for a few seconds, carefully tore a small opening in the space, and neatly grabbed the little spider from the corner of the castle wall. Thankfully, he gave this thing the ability to devour magic fluctuations to hide itself in advance, and this action did not leave too conspicuous traces of fluctuations.
The little spider lay obediently in Nemo's palm, and the eyeballs in his abdomen rolled curiously.
"What is this?" Oliver curiously pushed Nemo's finger away from his mouth and looked at the little spider in Nemo's palm.
"No time to explain, would you like to come with me?" Nemo asked dryly.
"What are you talking about, of course I—"
"I'm asking about it." Nemo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, in case Orori really had the tools to detect the devil's breath. He had to do something with him to disguise his breath. The other party definitely knew about the existence of Bagelmore, and this little thing seemed to have an idea, and he listed it as the first choice.
The little spider crawled around in his heart a few times, stretched out two feet, and tried to make a check mark.
Oliver: "… "
"That's good, thank you." Nemo said seriously, putting the little spider on his shoulder. "… Ollie, we have to make a quick appeal, remove you from death row, and get out of here. The Emperor of Alban has just died, and Prince Eldric has moved. The Academy is closed because of this - the war is coming. ."
Oliver shook his head, not responding for a while. "What does this have to do with the academy?"
"The Salt family has always been the emperor's confidant. The headmaster here is a Salter and is the father of Marshal Gallagher." Nemo said quickly, searching the biographies he had read in his mind. "I don't know the specific situation, but the emperor did give an order to kill Prince Eldric in advance. Looking at the principal's actions, if nothing else, Marshal Gallagher will definitely lead the army."
Gallagher Salter, one of Alban's marshals, is known as "The Wild Hound".
Even if Oliver and Nemo lived in a frontier town before, they had more or less heard of this man. Marshal Gallagher acted extremely tough and decisive, and everywhere he went was bloody. He has never been defeated once on the battlefield, and there is only one way to win - to chase the enemy's entire army to collapse.
Alban's emperor has been seriously ill for a long time, and if the cause of his death cannot be successfully revealed, Prince Eldric is the rightful heir. Assuming that the leader of the rebels is Gallagher Salt, if the tumbleweed doesn't escape fast enough, it is likely to be involved in the struggle between the "rebels" and the royal family.
"...Let's go, go right away." Oliver made a decision instantly.
far frontier.
Gallagher Salt stared at the darkened communication crystal without any special expression on his face. The appearance of the marshal did not match the rumored "rabid dog" at all. Although he is tall and looks solid, his whole person has an official and elegant temperament.
There is no strong and exaggerated body, no messy rough appearance. The platinum blonde hair was braided at the back of the head and tied into an elegant braid with delicate ribbons. The marshal didn't even have a beard.
After a long silence, Marshal Gallagher sighed and tore off a thread from the intricate embroidery on the collar.
"Assemble." He simply ordered, took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket, carefully sprayed it on his chest and neck twice, and then showed an inexplicable smile. "The prey this time was very—very large."