Jesse Dylan groaned for the thousandth time, and he sighed loudly on purpose.
Considering that different races have different preferences for food, in order to prevent the appearance of snacks that smell too strong or too scary, the attached library of the mercenary guild headquarters clearly stipulates that visitors are not allowed to bring food.
In the same way, noise is also banned. Mr. Dylan, who does not like to read books, lost his two favorite hobbies at one time.
Jesse was lying on the smooth and clean wooden table in despair, with blond hair flowing all over the table, and the whole person exuded an air of boredom to death.
The afternoon sun is fine, the bright autumn sun shines on the blonde hair. As Jesse's breath rose and fell, a dizzying white-gold halo slid across her hair.
Adrian Cross silently changed his angle to prevent his eyes from being caught by the dazzling brilliance. He turned his body slightly to the side by the window and continued to read the thick ancient book in his hand. The knight commander has borrowed a lot of books, as if he intends to stay here until the museum is closed.
Books of different sizes were neatly stacked together, making Jesse look like a doomsday fortress.
"Dear, haven't you found it yet?" Jesse desperately picked up the book "The Complete Book of Warcraft in the Northern Region" at the top of the stack, and flipped through it for a while.
"No." Adrian turned to him and replied calmly, without raising his head. "That's where I'm spending a lot of time, not getting a chance to go at work, Mr. Dillon."
"Okay, please go on. You read, I'll watch you." Jesse put her elbows on the table, one hand on the side of her head.
Adrian shook his head slightly and continued to flip the pages gently. The warm sun shone through the window and the air was just right warm. The room was quiet, except for the screeching of cloth rubbing and flipping papers. He could hear the wind outside the window and the breathing of the other person beside him.
Time became sticky and slow, and instead of being bored, he enjoyed the atmosphere immensely.
The former Judge Knight Commander knew in his heart that if none of the scholars he had ever contacted had answers, he could not find any valuable clues by himself. But if he really wanted to talk about the remaining persistence in his heart, he could only think of this.
A little question that has not been cleared from the bottom of my heart for many years.
It may have been influenced by his teammates who love tossing around, and he made such a useless and ridiculous decision subconsciously. Searching for a needle in a haystack in the world's largest library with a vague memory from many years ago. No matter how you look at it, this is a pointless and inefficient idea.
But at this moment, he felt inexplicably relaxed.
"If you are really so bored, maybe I can ask you to help me with a divination?" Adrian asked in a low voice when he heard the long breathing around him.
"Huh?" Jessie quickly wiped the saliva from her mouth, pretending she wasn't asleep. "Divination for what?"
"Which book will the answer I want be in?" Adrian glanced at the monster that looked like a giant bear on the last page, and gently closed the old book in his hand.
"No." Jesse pouted, "if you get the answer, you'll probably have to go back to your hotel room and wait—don't get me wrong, Ed, I love how you're shirtless and sweaty in front of me. But I I prefer you when the sun shines more clearly."
Adrian raised his eyebrows.
"After all, it's rare to see you take the initiative to do something... Of course, if you choose to give up now, we can go have a drink together, and then—" Jessie touched her lower lip ambiguous.
But Adrian didn't fall for him.
The teasing didn't divert his attention from a fact - it's rare that Jesse Dylan refuses his request uncharacteristically, leaving no room for it. This request is not difficult, so does Dylan "really don't want to" or simply "can't do it"
[“Fortunetellers” cannot actively interfere in their own calculations, otherwise the things they intervene will become unknown forever—then they can only guess by intuition.]
Dylan once said this, combined with the other party's inexplicable interest in him...
interesting.
Adrian retracted his gaze, picked up the Book of Warcraft in the Northern Zone, and began to read it carefully. Not surprisingly, the beast he was looking for was not included in this book either.
The giant beast in my memory has soft snow-white long hair, and its appearance is between a fox and a wolf. To this day, he no longer remembered the shape of the strange long horn on the animal's head, only that it was astonishingly large.
Like beautiful creatures that only appear in religious legends.
As time passed, Adrian began to lose track of what it looked like, or even whether the memory was reality or an illusion. But he remembered those eyes, beautiful ice blue eyes, like...
A weight rested on his shoulders, and Jesse, who didn't get a response, passed away for a while and fell into a deep sleep again. Only this time, Mr. Dylan deliberately leaned his head over and rested on Adrian's left shoulder.
Soft blond hair slid across the pretty over-the-top face, scattered on the black monk's robe like molten gold.
He should have moved to the right, let the guy ruthlessly lean into the air, and threw himself awake—but Adrian hesitated for a moment, and didn't move.
Maybe it was because the sun was too good, he couldn't help reaching out and gently pulling the annoying blonde hair back behind the other person's ear, letting the heavy head rest on his shoulder just like that. Immediately, the knight commander turned his gaze back to the book and continued to quietly read the contents of the page.
It's just a little lighter.
At this moment, the other two of the tumbleweed were much more tense.
In order not to attract the attention of Della Layne, Oliver had to leave his Pope in the most inconspicuous corner of the stable at the inn, and repeated the "please don't use magic" to the horse at least a hundred times. ask.
I don't know if the arrogant Pope listened, but now they need to worry more about the guy in front of them.
"Well... maybe I should say 'long time no see,' you two."
The flamboyant red hair, the exquisite round-frame glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses are a completely different gray-green from Oliver's. The coat of arms, cast in white tin, gleamed on the leather armor, and a wolf's head mark was finely engraved on it.
Oliver sighed. They recognize the mark, and they recognize the person.
One of the surveillance personnel during the Black Badge test, an old acquaintance of Ann, a member of the "Gel Wolf Mercenary Group" to which Fenrir Troy belonged.
"Thorn." The handsome young red-haired mercenary pushed his glasses and introduced himself with a smile. "The name of this body."
The two stared at him indifferently.
"Now let's put aside the emotion of the reunion and talk about business." Della Lenien clapped her hands, disregarding the complicated expressions of the two. "I'm glad you were willing to satisfy my curiosity, but I have to say, Mr. Ramon—you've given me very little information."
"Oh," Oliver said dryly.
"But I do have an interest in what Flint Lopez found, and it's good information. Speaking of which, since we've decided to try to be as candid as possible in this deal - I'm sure both of you know the basics of the butcher shop. "
Waiting for these words, Nemo rolled his eyes in his heart. The sage of the abyss will never stop his temptations.
"Yes." Mr. Demon King hurriedly brought out the information obtained from the parrot. "The butcher shop is not a centralized organization, it is a scattered referral system. If the rumors are true, the top manager is the legendary Aurora. Talents and mages in need will find these through various channels. Introduce people and get demonic information from them."
"After the two parties reach an agreement, the superior demon will rush to the designated location on the surface of the abyss, attach the flesh and blood to the body of the middle and lower demons, and then the caster will summon these middle and lower demons." Oliver tried his best to hold back an unfathomable expression. Feel free to add.
The grey parrot on Nemo's shoulder snorted softly.
"That's it." Della Lane glanced at the parrot and touched her chin. "According to your description, your father is obviously not a demon warlock, so he may have asked for other services - such as exchanging knowledge and intelligence for recovered demon flesh, or specific abyss spells."
"For example, the 'domination' of the superior demon." Oliver closed his eyes and whispered.
The abyss sage nodded: "The information of the guests who summon the superior demon will be registered and shared among all the introducers of the butcher shop. I'm very sorry, the two of you, this kind of second-level transaction... I'm afraid only the introducer himself knows the content. The knowledge exchanged is not forced to be shared, which is one of the benefits of being an introducer."
"But you can get the information." Nemo stared at the gray-green eyes behind the lenses.
"Of course." Della Lane's voice was full of reason. "According to Mr. Ramon's intelligence - our Flint may have made two transactions with the butcher's introducer, and the introducer is 80% of the gatekeeper's member. The transaction time was twenty-three years ago, and the location was in Austria. The capital city of Ilburn, these clues are enough to narrow the scope."
Oliver frowned: "Twice?"
He had thought there was only one deal - from Meders' account, Flint Lopez had simply repaired his arm with demonic flesh.
"Yeah, twice." Della Lenien took two steps forward, reaching for Oliver with one hand, and Nemo calmly pushed him away halfway through. "...Well, I just wanted to say that a pure human being alone can't save a newborn's life from the erosion of Trent blight. Ah, provided you didn't specifically lie to me with false information."
"Dear hero Flint."
Della Lenien let out two low laughs from the depths of her throat.
"He's putting all his energy into delivering power to babies, and he certainly can't take care of anything else. Human cubs don't survive that easily. I guess he first went to Alban capital to trade with the butcher in exchange for curbing the curse and saving money. Energetic little tricks."
"Unfortunately, after being reported by Mr. Medes, he lost his right arm, so he kept doing it, our Flint simply came for a second transaction - a demon's right arm, a little abyss spell, no doubt let you Growing up more smoothly, Mr. Ramon."
"Intelligence." Nemo interrupted coldly, bringing the topic back.
"Yes, yes." The red-haired mercenary took off his glasses and wiped them leisurely. "I really know a butcher's introducer who was in charge of Alban's capital twenty-three years ago and was also a gatekeeper. But I haven't heard from him for a long time. As far as I know, he has never submitted any information. Gold-level knowledge or intelligence."
Nemo's back shuddered, and he finally realized that the answer was probably coming sooner than he thought.
After half a day, he retracted the idea.
Three people and one bird are standing in the depths of the vast border forest, in front of a dilapidated three-story wooden house. According to residents of the area, the "eccentric resident" has been missing for a long time. But no one would care about an old man who lived alone who did not appear often, and no one would come to the depths of this dangerous forest without incident. So no one knew whether the poor old man had moved away long ago, or if he had become dinner for the wild beast in the woods.
Night had already fallen, and there was no light in the overgrown wooden house in front of him. The night wind passed through the cracks of the planks, making a weeping sound. The inside of the long-damaged window was pitch black, and the outline of a single piece of furniture could not be seen.
There is no breath of life in it.
Oliver and Nemo gave each other a hard look.
This is obviously not normal. Even if it is really uninhabited, at least there will be insects, spiders or mice in the abandoned house. But that darkness envelops the true silence, a barrenness.
The two tumbleweeds swallowed their saliva, took a step back, and said almost at the same time, "Please go first, Mr. Della Laineen."
The superior demon swept over the two of them with rather unexpected eyes, then shook his head, neatly knocked down the rotten wooden door, and entered the room.
Oliver and Nemo stood silently outside the house, they didn't even have to feel it, the creaking wooden floor always indicated the location of Della Lainene for them.
The first floor, the second floor, and then the highest attic.
"I found him." The abyss sage pushed open the narrow window, stretched out a hand, and made a gesture. "Come up, you two."
There was pure joy in the demon's voice.
"...that's the funniest corpse I've ever seen."