Nemo frowned. He had just focused most of his attention on the free-moving corpse and paid less attention to the young princess.
Looking over the shoulders of the emperor's corpse, Nemo saw for the first time what Princess Delia looked like. Delia had chestnut hair very similar to Ann's, braided into fine braids, and a floral ornament with fine gems and pearls. embellish it. Her appearance is quite outstanding, revealing the peculiar beauty of a girl, like a soft and delicate flower bud.
It's a pity that the beautiful princess's face was unnaturally white, and there was no emotion on her face. Her eyes were indeed closed as Oliver said.
Nemo cautiously let go of the detection, sensing the situation of the young princess. After half a minute, he subconsciously gasped.
"How is it?" Oliver asked in a low voice.
"I was investigating the emperor's condition just now, and he only had very weak surface magic fluctuations. But what's interesting is that there is a living person's breath on the ceiling - a living person's breath that has been deliberately concealed."
Nemo pointed to the chandelier above the emperor firmly: "I am afraid that the prince is also worried that whoever is present has sensed a too powerful spell, and the corpse will be manipulated by someone on it. The magic fluctuation I feel should be a magic thread. There are more than One, if I'm not mistaken, the voice is probably made by someone like ventriloquist."
"Muppet like that?" Oliver breathed like a toothache.
"It's like a marionette." Nemo's face was not good-looking, he glanced at the "moving freely" emperor, only to feel a chill down his spine.
"... Where's Princess Delia?"
"She smells of the curse of the abyss." Noticing the gazes of others, Nemo approached Oliver, licked the peridot on the other side's earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and then lowered his voice even lower. "I can probably tell what the curse is, but about this... I think it's better to wait for Ann and the others to talk about it together."
Oliver rubbed his red earlobes and his expression became serious.
"Yes, I think I know how the prince controls Princess Delia." Nemo sighed softly, "Unless the princess herself doesn't want to live, Ann will be saved this time."
The speech did not last long due to the emperor's "weakness". Princess Delia was still young, and was led directly by Prince Eldric from behind the high platform to the corridor outside the hall, without saying a word.
The members of the royal family finally left, and the atmosphere in the hall became very lively. Nemo and Oliver nodded to each other and walked in opposite directions, trying to blend into the crowd as naturally as possible, while looking for the overly lively Miss Rosa.
Oliver, however, stumbled before he had taken two steps.
A lady with a bumpy figure blocked his way: "Hi, sweetheart, are you free to chat?"
For the first time in his life, being called "Little Sweetheart", Oliver shook from head to toe.
"I liked him first." Another younger girl stepped up. "God, his face really looks like Godwin Lopez, and it looks more like it up close. Tsk tsk, can't see ours. Lord William still thinks that way about Mr. Lopez."
This behavior is indeed uncommon. Many young leaders who are in the limelight are not low in social status, but they are indeed from commoners, and there is no ancient family behind them. In a way, the fact that some nobles choose lovers who look similar to them makes Oliver and Adrian's fake lover identities more credible, but...
The corners of Oliver's mouth twitched, and he made a frantic apology to the poor Duke William and his cousin.
"Ladies, ladies." After calming down, Oliver forced a polite smile. He pressed down with a two-way virtual force, intending to ask the excited girls to calm down. "I'm sorry, I... I'm more interested in men."
Many younger girls sighed from behind the fan and dispersed, but the older ladies were still looking at him with interest. To make matters worse, as soon as this declaration came out, many men turned their heads with joy.
Oliver: "… "
He really wanted to say that he already had a lover, but it was a pity that the identity of the Duke's lover was there, which made people suspicious. So the words circled around the tip of Oliver's tongue, and he swallowed it alive again. Seeing that he was about to be trapped by the person who approached him, the head of Tumbleweed helplessly turned his head and tried to ask his lover for help with his eyes.
Unfortunately, his vision was completely blocked by a burly back, and a tall gentleman was standing between the two, talking to Nemo.
ten minutes ago.
Since stepping on the steps of the castle, Nemo has maintained an expressionless state, exuding an icy aura without hesitation. He may have even gone too far, reducing the surrounding temperature in a physical sense, but this trick is indeed effective - although Mr. Demon King is still handsome, his whole person is rather gloomy and cold. And the time for the dance is limited, and he doesn't have a good background in name. Most of the men and women who are purely for pleasure don't like this kind of tough bones, and prefer obedient lovers who can look at people's faces.
There are only a few young rebellious girls who secretly cast shy glances.
Little girls prefer men with a bit of a mysterious temperament, but unfortunately they are basically under the care of their relatives, and no one dares to come up and talk to them. Nemo's face was tense, but his mood was much more relaxed. He solemnly took the small plate for the food and wandered around the table where the food was placed, looking for Rosa Early. as well as-
The little cherry pie is delightful, try some and get one for Ollie. The first time I saw this milk pudding, taste a little and get one for Ollie. Nemo spread the cold air vigorously and carefully selected small snacks for Oliver.
The light cast by the large chandelier was blocked, and a wall seemed to stop beside him. Nemo carefully placed a small piece of raspberry omelet on the plate and turned to look.
A tall man dressed formally to the point of being out of tune with other people was standing beside him. The man had a fierce face, and the holy emblem of the Radhist religion on his left chest was particularly eye-catching. Nemo felt guilty for a few seconds, and his face remained calm.
"I've been paying attention to you for a long time." The man was definitely over two meters tall, with a solid build, most likely not an ordinary noble. "You don't seem to be interested in women, would you like to have a drink together?"
Nemo shook his head stiffly.
"Don't be afraid." The tall man smiled embarrassedly, "Don't look at me like this, I'm also a judgment knight of the Rad Sect, and I won't do anything rude to you. I rarely do this kind of thing, just There is something about you..."
When investigating the royal family members earlier, he couldn't completely restrain his breath. This gentleman must have sensed a little bit of abyss, but he couldn't tell exactly what he was exploring - and then misunderstood in a strange direction.
"No, I'm not afraid of you." Nemo coughed dryly, trying to sound more indifferent. "I like men with green eyes, you're not my type."
He paused, and showed a slightly embarrassed smile: "This is no excuse. I believe in your identity, and... I believe you will be an excellent judgement knight."
Nemo patted the man's sturdy arm and walked away, just now he caught sight of a fiery red skirt, and the owner of the red skirt matched the appearance of Rosa Early.
However, as soon as he passed the tall Judge Knight, he saw the slightly frightened face of his lover.
Oliver made a "help" mouth, and then turned back to deal with the men and women who were swarming. Nemo burst into laughter and shook his head. Immediately, he forcibly separated the crowd, stepped forward very rudely, and seemed to grab Oliver's fluffy scarf on his chest fiercely: "Lord Andre told us to see 'Rose', we have to go."
That was the code word they had agreed on in advance to "discover Rosa".
After getting rid of the sweet and greasy fragrance steamed by different perfume scents, Oliver sighed with relief: "You saved my life, they didn't want to let people go before... God, I'm almost starting to sympathize with Godwin, Do you know how many men came to strike up a conversation just now?"
"You're welcome." Nemo shoved the small plate full of snacks into Oliver's arms. During this period of time, his facial muscles became stiff and stiff, and he couldn't help rubbing it with his palms like a sea otter. "They won't make it anyway... either with Godwin or with you."
"Hey, I quite like your style of speaking." Oliver stuffed a raspberry omelet into his mouth, holding it like a cigarette. "Say more."
"I'll tell you enough, now let's go to Ann." Nemo neatly broke off half of the egg roll from outside Oliver's mouth and put it into his own mouth. "When our great head sacrificed himself to change the density of the hall, I checked it carefully. Rosa was not in the hall, and I saw her running towards the garden."
"Ann should be in the garden corridor, isn't that right?"
However, things didn't go as smoothly as they thought.
"Hey, Ann... Mr. Andre, what are you doing?"
Jesse was standing in the corner of the marble flower bed with a slightly odd smirk on his face. The former knight commander was two steps away from him, his whole body exuded the aura that strangers should not approach, and his face was extremely ugly. Oliver recalled his tragic experience for a few seconds, and decided to cast a sympathetic look at the knight commander - at least he knew that the group of people came for "the face that looks like Godwin", and Adrian Cross here is such a Fake replacement of the deity.
Ann was here too, but she didn't come alone. A girl in a red dress was standing in front of her, her cheeks were crimson and her eyes were shining.
The girl was none other than Miss Rosa.
"You are here." An said, turning his head to the two who had just arrived, his voice changed a little because of embarrassment.
"Andre, are these people your friends?" Rosa took Ann's arm quite naturally, while Ann shrank away calmly.
"Yes. These are my uncle's lovers. I'll bring them here to relax." An smiled. "They're all country folks with little common sense. Now I have to tell them how to enjoy the occasion."
She grabbed the girl's and kissed the girl's finger familiarly. "Dear Rosa, would you like to wait for me at the Rose Fountain? When I've arranged things here, I'll go to you... Twenty minutes, no, fifteen minutes."
Rosa waved her handkerchief generously, lifted her skirt, and ran towards the garden lightly and cheerfully.
"..." Nemo and Oliver looked at Ann with complex eyes.
"I'm not going to the appointment! Well, when this is over, I'll have to send her a gift and an apology letter." Ann gritted her teeth and raised her voice. "I didn't expect this. She suddenly rushed out just now—forget it, let's get down to business. Now I'll take Miss Rosa to an area that we know clearly, and I can hold her for about fifteen minutes."
"If you want to see Delia, fifteen minutes isn't enough to talk." Jesse still had a subtle smile on her face, and said meaningfully. "Little girls nowadays are very talkative."
"Do you still mind what happened just now? Dylan, I don't have time to worry about your huge self-esteem." Ann rolled her eyes, "Let's get down to business, as I said before, you have to have someone to attract Rosa. Take advantage of this meeting, the rest of the people follow me, and get the guards around Delia and possible surveillance."
"I'm going to get her attention." Jesse was the first to speak out, and Nemo looked at him in shock.
"Hey, didn't you get rejected?" Ann showed her teeth unceremoniously, "I heard, she said 'I don't like men who are more beautiful than me, and I don't like men who can please men at first glance.'… Di Mr. Lun, one has to learn to stop in moderation."
"I'm going to be embarrassed, and I'll definitely be able to hold her back this time. Of course, without any magic," Jesse vowed, grabbing Adrian's arm with one arm. "But Ed has to come with me."
"Whatever, if you can't hold on and the mission fails, how about all your property confiscated?"
"Deal," Jesse replied confidently.
"There are also apology letters and gifts afterwards. You pay. Even if you want to go the emotional route, don't go too far. Don't make her really emotional."
"I have my measure."
"...Although I doubt it, let's do it."
"Then it's me and Ollie who are going to see Delia with you." Nemo was right at the neckline, "Ann, there is something you need to know in advance."
"Speak." An exhaled slowly, leaning against the white flower bed full of yellow roses, looking at him sharply. Most of the people gathered in the halls and gardens, and the corridors at the moment were dark and empty.
"It would be better for Dylan and Mr. Cross to listen together." Nemo cleared his throat, "Princess Delia has Trent blight."
Ann's expression froze visibly: "Are you sure?"
"I got all the information on this condition at Clement College, and it's very damning, I'm 100% sure. Prince Eldric must have used drugs to curb the spread of the condition, but it also means... if Someone wants to take the princess away, and without the royal potion, the princess will die from a rapidly deteriorating condition and will likely bring the outbreak to the outside world."
Ann's expression was grim for a moment, and she even released a lot of murderous aura in that instant. When she calmed down, only a touch of anger and sadness remained on her face.
"No wonder she keeps her eyes closed," she said bitterly. "good girl."
"Does anyone mind explaining it?" Oliver scratched his head, "To be honest, I don't know much about this—Trent blight has been gone for a long time, and everyone has only handed down the scariest part, not about The story of the eyes."
"The explanation given to the people by various countries was 'drinking water contaminated with demon blood'." Adrian, who was much younger, suddenly spoke up, his voice softer and clearer than that of the Knight Commander ten years later, but the tone of The composure remains unchanged. "I think it's clear to both of you that this is not the case."
"Yeah." Nemo nodded and took Oliver's shoulder consciously or unintentionally. "The source of Trent's blight is not the blood of the devil, but the fruit of some kind of abyss plant."
"And... it is a cursed disease that is transmitted by 'seeing' and 'procreation', and has nothing to do with water."