Della Lenien coughed twice and drank the cup of tea with excess sugar. He sat upright in a lounge in the Mercenary Guild headquarters, looking up and down at the two uninvited guests. It was close to noon, and the clean and tidy lounge was filled with people coming and going, filled with chatter. Surrounded by the rest of the fancy-dressed guests, the three people in the corner were not inconspicuous.
The old man's face did not show a flustered look, the abyss sage put down the teacup and moved smoothly.
"Meet again, I think... Nemomurkos White, Oliver Byrne. Oops, the reaction. Sure enough, you know who I am at Clements."
Nemo's expression twitched slightly, and before they said a few words, the two were thoroughly tested by their cunning opponents - they already knew Della Lane's identity in the academy, and knew that they had met. No one was able to show a surprised look at the demon's speech in time.
"Since you have a way to recognize 'that me', it's not surprising to find 'this me'. I'm just a little curious, except for places like Clemen College that are not easy to get in touch with, I still have a few bodies Wandering outside—as far as I know, this isn't the one closest to you." Della Lennion stared at Nemo with great interest, and touched the tips of her thin fingers. "Why choose this?"
"You don't seem surprised that we can find you." Nemo hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward, his tone still not very friendly. Even if Delarion had lost all memories related to the Wither Castle and the Gatekeeper, he couldn't take this breath when he considered Oliver's tragic situation.
I've improved myself, Nemo thought gloomily. When he first met, he was frightened by Delarion, but now the superior demon was within three steps of him, and his heart only had the urge to beat him.
Considering what the two wanted from the demon in front of them, Oliver silently patted Nemo on the shoulder and pulled the lover back to his side without a sound.
"I think we all know, Mr. Wright, that you have the power of 'that one' in you. I have never seen such a situation... If you are affected by the power of 'that one', it is not uncommon to have any incidental abilities. One point Skills, plus a little network, it's not difficult to find me." Della Laine rubbed her chin, "You haven't answered my question - why 'me'?"
Another temptation.
But it's not bad to let the other party think so. Nemo maintained a state of expressionless face, and did not deny the devil's speculation. It seemed that Della Lenien was very confident in the disguise of his identity, and they were sure that they would not be able to produce actual proof that he was a superior demon.
"We have other things to do when we come to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild. This is just the way. As the legendary sage of the abyss, I believe you should know about the 'butcher shop'." Oliver continued.
"Is that parrot a superior demon? If you just want to find a butcher shop, why bother asking me."
Oliver and Nemo looked at each other.
"Because we are not looking for a butcher's deal, but a past transaction record." Oliver whispered.
"Oh—" Della Lenien's tone rose, obviously with a bit of interest. "Yes, I can help you. For the price... I want to know what you are looking for. I want to join, do you mind?"
The "mind" on the faces of the two tumbleweeds was almost overflowing.
"What about the other price?"
"What else, if you or Mr. Wright are willing to be dissected by me. I promise not to take any organs at random, and I will erase those bad memories afterwards. How about it, do you want to consider it?"
Nemo took a deep breath and managed to suppress the anger on his face. Seeing that his lover's hair was about to explode, Oliver put his hand on Nemo's shoulder before a rainy day.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Della Lenien deftly ignored Nemo's anger, "It's almost time for lunch, you two can consider it carefully, and give me an answer after lunch."
"Take a step back and let's say we promised you to be involved. You look... sure you can keep up with our actions?" Nemo exhaled hard, in a serious tone.
The bodies in front of them were terribly old, as if half-footed into the coffin. Nemo could feel that the magical aptitude of this body was extremely ordinary, and because of aging, its ability to withstand was greatly reduced. Even if it incorporates the flesh and blood of a superior demon, the power that can be exerted may not even reach 5%.
"When the time comes, I'll follow, I didn't say which one I'll follow. Now it's time for the old man to take a nap. See you in the afternoon, you two." Della Lane in the old man's shell replied calmly, slowly Stand up and use crutches.
In order to let the mercenaries from all walks of life find the taste of their hometown smoothly, there are always various large and small restaurants next to the headquarters of the mercenary guild.
After Ann's mission, Nemo had some savings for the time being, and he dragged Oliver to find a restaurant that looked a bit high-end. However, the living people near the mercenary guild are considered to be half intelligence dealers. Considering that the things they are going to talk about are not suitable for such a crowded occasion, Nemo sadly packed a lot of food, and Oliver and the two He silently brought him back to his hotel room.
By the time we got to the room, the puff pastry on the dessert had collapsed.
"Promise him?" Nemo distractedly poked the peas on the plate with his fork, pretending that each pea had the face of Della Layne. "After all, it's about the past. It's about the butcher's shop. It's a bit difficult to find other sources of intelligence... Ollie?"
Oliver squatted in the corner with a half-loaf of bread in his mouth.
"I don't mind that he knows the past, after all, the past is in the past. Just letting him know what happened at the bottom of the abyss, and satisfying curiosity, probably won't hurt."
Ollie was still staring at the corner, but temporarily took the bread out of his mouth.
"Look, Nemo, the Tin Soldier has the theoretical genius of Mr. Meders. And as far as I know, my father wasn't the type with amazing knowledge, and what he discovered was definitely not a world-destroying theory, but... some kind of truth. . Even if Della Lennion jumps out and announces the discovery to the world, he'll always have evidence, right? We just need to destroy the possible evidence."
Their thinking habits seemed to be more and more in the wrong direction. Nemo laughed dryly: "That's the truth. But Ollie, what are you doing?"
Giving up on poking the beans, Nemo nibbled at the crumbled pastry on the dim sum and leaned into the corner.
Then he saw a pile of crumbs and a small army of ants.
Nemo: "… "
"You just trampled my archbishop to death." Oliver said deeply.
Nemo nearly dropped the pastry on the floor.
"...I'm joking." Oliver threw the crumbs next to the ants. "Look, you've turned the cat's beard into your own family—if a spider without magic can do it, an ant without magic should do too."
"Yes, but..."
"I can't transform them." Ollie slumped his shoulders in frustration. "To be honest, I still don't know how I managed to convert that horse."
The horse with particularly deep eyes had been following Oliver. In order to avoid the Gallagher Army discovering the dark horse's strange abilities and causing panic, Nemo and Oliver simply bought it. The fuller goat was led by Jesse, and they wanted the horse to help carry the luggage. As a result, no matter how much luggage they put, the horse calmly let them pass through and leak to the ground.
It didn't refuse the saddle, but when Oliver sat firmly on the horse and tried to pull Nemo up, Nemo passed through the horse and fell back to the ground.
Just to die for.
Oliver absolutely refuses to ride his own horse and let Nemo run with him. At present, the horse has almost no use other than making them pay an extra charge to the inn.
Recalling the horse for a moment, the faces of the two people turned a little darker.
"Although your Pope has a quirky temper, a creature of the level of a horse is okay." Nemo sighed and carefully bypassed Oliver's bishop reserve, who were happily crawling around the bread crumbs. "Ant... You can think about it again."
"Speaking of 'My Lord Pope'." Oliver straightened his waist and moved his shoulders. "Actually I was thinking that it's no different from keeping animals by humans - giving them the food or strength they need to survive, and then taking what they need. So you can be identified as some kind of 'god'? Usually, 'god' 'Isn't it necessary to gain the love of believers, or faith, or whatever...'
"As far as the two of us are, we don't need it."
Nemo looked calm: "Remember the spider dogs in the frontier forest? I don't think they have such a thing as belief. Dylan is a better example - most of the creatures living on the surface use surface magic, and believe in various All sorts of 'gods' of their own making. But there is no doubt that Dylan draws their power indiscriminately."
"...I see, it doesn't look like I really need a pope."
Oliver looked at the ants very seriously and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that he doesn't need to be associated with the word "God" for the time being, he can still keep his senses and not fall into some kind of shock full of panic - Oliver can finally get rid of the nightmare of being "surrounded by a group of neatly neighing horses" The scene fell out of my head.
"It looks like you're taking power from the powerful demons, and Jesse is taking it from the weaker creatures. If I want, I can pick up what you don't want, right? But that's it. ... Nemo, why are you the 'Demon King' and Mr. Dylan...?"
"I don't know," Nemo answered honestly. "Dylan's personality isn't likable, but he's helped us out a lot. To be honest, I don't think he got involved in this, he doesn't seem to like it very much. Humanity."
"But he turned into a human." Oliver imagined Jesse in the form of a dragon for a few seconds, and then simply wiped that impression from his mind.
It would definitely be a dragon covered in golden scales, happy to blind people. Captain Tumbleweed was sure of that.
"...he might have his reasons." Nemo took the berries off the top of the dessert and stuffed it into Oliver's mouth. "As for the transformation of the family, it may be more appropriate to ask him than me. My approach is more instinctive, so it's hard to tell."
Jesse literally took part of the species from him, and his only memory is the successful transformation of an ordinary spider.
"Yeah." Oliver reluctantly glanced at the ants on the ground, chewed the fruit in his mouth, and licked Nemo's fingertips by the way. "We'll meet Della Laene in a while and give him an answer."
Nemo blinked, raised his eyebrows at the cream at the corner of Oliver's mouth, and was about to kiss—
Something banged against the window.
"..." Nemo said wordlessly, opening the window and letting in the tangled grey parrot.
"You guys have dinner while I'm not here!" The grey parrot glanced at the food remnants on the table, and the accusation was full of blood and tears. "While I'm hard at work, you two are all about eating and sleeping—"
Nemo seemed to have expected this development, he quickly took out a bag of almond cookies, and the gray parrot closed his mouth.
"For me?" it raised his voice.
"Just for you." Nemo's voice was soft and firm.
"Oh, that's about the same," said the grey parrot vaguely, picking up a piece. "Well, I asked around as you said. But asking the higher-level demons will expose you, you can only ask the middle-level with brains. Oh, this biscuits are good, I'll tell you later - after all, it's about the butcher's shop, There is still a lot of talk on the devil's side."
"it is good."
Alban territory at this time.
"It's boring," Jesse complained bitterly. He was lying in the hotel room, spreading out his slender limbs, occupying the entire bed.
The knight commander was bare-chested and did strength exercises without saying a word. He didn't even care about the sweat on his back, let alone Jesse's plan.
"No fun!" Jesse hugged the pillow and rolled around on the bed. "It's been three full days. The head of the regiment said to give us a vacation. Wouldn't you plan to just wait until he asks us to help? Ed—"
Really can't stand the call of the other party pulling the long tone, Adrian put down the heavy object in his hand, wiped his sweat, and habitually frowned. "If you want to go out, you can always yourself..."
"I want to act with you," Jesse insisted. "Look, you're free now! That necromancer didn't want to die, and you have nothing to do, right? Don't you have somewhere you want to go?"
"No." Adrian placed the sweaty handkerchief flat.
"Anywhere, I'll come with the money. As long as it's not here, my dear, I'm willing to accompany you to any corner of the world. I can count the cracks in the floor here. Think about it, it's very far away, or it costs a lot of money. Time to stay, places you don't get a chance to go when you're working—I don't believe there isn't one."
"..." Adrian sighed, approached suddenly, and lightly pressed a hand on top of Jesse's head.
"If you insist, there is indeed a place. It's very close to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild, and it's convenient to meet Mr. Ramon." The former knight commander frowned slightly, "If you really want to go, half of the travel expenses will be paid by one person. Just fine."
Jesse grabbed the hand and kissed the slightly wet fingers ambiguous: "Where? Even if it's into the hot lava, I-"
"The affiliated library of the mercenary guild headquarters, I have something I want to find."
The largest library in the world is also one of the most boring places in the world.
"..." Jesse bit the knight commander's knuckles, lost in thought. "Ed, do you want to think about it again? I think magma is really good."
"Forgive me for refusing." Adrian withdrew his hand, with a faint smile in his voice.