"Maybe he's crazy." Oliver squeezed the thick parchment, his voice dry.
The head of the tumbleweed was so shocked that he almost accidentally dropped the phonograph spar in his hand.
Nemo opened his mouth, just about to answer, but found a subtle difference in the surrounding environment. He got the answer in the next second—Dara Lennion's happy humming stopped for some time, and the air was a little scary.
Even though the brilliance of the spell illuminates the entire attic extremely brightly, the chill of early autumn is still slowly surging on the floor, and it has a tendency to keep getting colder.
"That's not necessarily the case." The abyss sage who had never joined the conversation suddenly spoke up and took Oliver's conjecture.
Different from the relaxed tone that was full of joy just now, Dellalain's voice tightened. It sounded like he had entered another state of concentration, like a beast with a low body in the grass, staring at the target of chewing grass without blinking.
He carefully put away the oddly shaped metal tool, acting solemnly as if performing a ritual.
"He died of starvation." After carefully putting away the tools, the red-haired superior demon added in a very soft voice, as if he was worried about disturbing the corpse's slumber.
But the explanation from the superior demon failed to relax the atmosphere, and the unexpected cause of death made the two Tumbleweed take a step away from the corpse.
"Starved to death?" Nemo stared at Della Laineen's face, trying to find traces of the joke on it.
"You can say that." Della Lennion approached very naturally, flipping through the parchment they had just discovered. "Well, let's see... the date makes sense."
Nemo tried to stare at the corpse again, but after his eyes swept across the large and small withered eyes on the chest of the mummified corpse, Mr. Demon King swallowed loudly and decisively gave up the idea.
"Mr. our introducer died within three days of writing this, and by that date, the body has been here for a full ten years—from twenty-three years ago with Flint Lopez's After the transaction, it seems that he has been working on this matter for the past thirteen years."
Della Lane looked at the thick parchment, and the frivolity in her voice disappeared without a trace.
"I take back my evaluation just now, he is not a mediocre person."
"Why?" Nemo tried to reduce the number of words he communicated with Della Layne.
"Those eyes weren't a one-time transplant, Mr. Wright. They were old and new, the oldest were over twenty years old, the freshest were not even buried shortly before his death, and the wounds never healed. He connected them all together. Into his own brain, the technology is very... exquisite." Della Lenien said in his mouth, but did not take his eyes off the parchment.
"On the other hand, while the two of them were rolling around in the pile of papers, I checked the situation around the corpse by the way."
The abyss sage was obviously too lazy to explain it to them in detail. With a wave of his hand, a translucent human-shaped white shadow appeared in the middle of the room. The white shadow is barely the shape of an adult man, without facial features, the light passes through its body, and there is no shadow-like thing on the ground.
Della Lainen snapped her fingers.
Bai Ying first made a tidying motion beside the data box, and then took a sitting position in front of the window - even if the back chair was facing it at the moment.
It sat quietly, motionless.
After about half a minute, it struggled to stand up and slammed to the floor. Without intending to stand up, Bai Ying just climbed to the window and struggled to close the window.
Then it sat back in its chair, looking like it was trying to breathe.
After a short rest, the figure twisted around his body, as if he was reversing something heavy. Nemo stared earnestly at the translucent white figure—no accident, the object of movement should be the not-heavy armchair.
After turning the direction of the chair, the figure left the chair again and made a gesture of reaching out to the dead corpse on the floor.
But it didn't work - Shiro fell back into the chair, bowing his head, exactly in line with the corpse's posture.
Immediately dispersed.
Looking at the action, the introducer should be planning to sit back in the chair to rest for a while, gather some strength, and take some animal carcasses scattered on the ground to feed his stomach. Unfortunately, he apparently failed to do so.
"I increased my speed, and from the traces, this is all that happened before this gentleman died."
"Death from starvation is a slow process." Oliver hesitated for a moment, but took the initiative to speak to the annoying superior demon.
"Death comes much faster when the body is exhausted. Trust me, I tried it." Della Lenien quickly flipped through the incomprehensible formulas. "These eyes were sucking his power so fast, and for some reason he didn't realize it in time."
"How long?" Nemo asked.
"How long for what?"
"From the time this gentleman left the paper, to when he turned his chair with his back to the window."
"Three days." Della Lane replied with great certainty.
He pulled out a quill and didn't even bother to find himself a chair. The demon bent down directly, propped up the wooden frame, and quickly wrote down line after line of calculations on the parchment.
Nemo took a breath and walked quickly to the armchair. He gently pressed the back of the chair with his hand, and in the next instant, the shadow condensed into an identical armchair, only facing the window.
Two chairs back to back, the same size and shape. The hand formed by the dark shadow is like a piece cut out in a bright room, revealing an unpleasant void.
Nemo settled in the shadowy chair and looked up at the window in front of him—
The window was not big, but it was wide open by Della Lennion. The night wind with the smell of the forest kept pouring into the interior of the house, and the stench of the mummified corpses on the back rushed straight to the nose. He couldn't help but stop breathing and stared at the scene outside the window.
three days.
There was no need for Dellalienne to deceive them about such a thing. This gentleman must have been sitting here without sleep for three days.
It was late at night, but the stars were bright. The forest near the hut is not dense, and a night sky with irregular edges is exposed above the dark shadows of the trees outside the window. The branches and leaves rubbed together to make a rustling sound, and occasionally there were insect shadows across the sky. A peaceful and normal night scene.
What is this introducer looking at
Through hundreds of plundered eyes, through this small window, what did he see
"Nimo... Do you have any clues about who this 'she' is?" Oliver's voice interrupted Nemo's trance-like thoughts. "Your expression just now was a little wrong, like you thought of something."
"What's the matter?" Nemo shook his head vigorously, regaining his senses.
"Voice spar. Now that we have determined the time period, I will try the previous record." Oliver clapped the spar powder in his hand. "Its activation circle was encrypted, and the wrong spar was destroyed by itself. Looking at the record of that gentleman, he doesn't seem to care about much, I want to know—"
Nemo looked alertly at the abyss sage who was still writing, and he leaned over to Oliver and carefully sketched the name on the palm of his hand.
[Hagen Ingram]
Oliver also glanced at Della Lane, knowingly holding back his doubts and taking the lead in trying. After blowing up two or three hedrons, the word "Heigen" finally helped them open the encrypted hedron.
Della Laineen was so engrossed in calculations that he didn't even bother to lift his head.
"About the habits of the abyss nightmare leopard, we can draw a conclusion from their dormancy cycle..." The array of light spots slowly rotated above the spar, and a slightly murmured human voice came out from the turbid crystal.
A clear voice record, well preserved.
"It's done." Oliver whispered, "I'll ask you about the 'password' when you go back."
"Hmm." Nemo buried himself in picking out the spar.
Fortunately, the voice of Flint when he was young was heard from the Necromancer Medes, which made their screening not take too long.
At about four in the morning, the two finally found the spar that recorded Flint's voice. This time, it was Della Lane who was buried in the pile of parchment, and he raised his head again when he heard Oliver's shout, "This is it!"
"Let's clarify the content of the transaction. Mr. Flint Lopez, your transaction record has a total of two... The method of creating a cradle of blood, and seven pounds of processed demon flesh." This voice should belong to the old man.
"Yes."
"The current transaction situation... Let me see, the blood cradle you placed in the coffin has successfully stabilized the baby's physical condition, and the devil's flesh has been cast into your right arm."
"Yes."
"The blood cradle requires a large daily supply of blood, and this part of the record may be kept in the butcher's shop. You need to assure me that you are sober at the moment, and please swear that everything you tell next is the truth. , not mixed with a lie."
"I swear." Oliver's father sounded passive and weak in the face of the butcher's introduction who had little to do with each other.
"The knowledge you want to trade is the 'discovery of the bottom of the abyss'. If your knowledge is judged to be of insufficient value, I will scrap and take back the blood cradle that the butcher gave you, as well as your right arm. After all, I need to provide the above regularly Valuable research results or information, please understand." The old man's voice was calm and flat, "Of course, if your knowledge is judged to be valuable, I can give you a few more abyss spells."
"I see." Flint sounded unenthusiastic.
Nemo gripped Oliver's wrist, and he could feel his palms cold and sweaty.
"I don't think you are interested in my sightings and adventures, I'll keep it short. For various reasons, I was separated from my party at the bottom of the abyss, wandering alone. Just when I thought I was going to die there, a wanderer rescued me. got me."
"You mean those weird creatures at the bottom of the abyss that can't be classified?"
"I thought so." Flint chuckled. "It must have the ability to mimic. Even if the vision is dark, I can feel its size just by hearing the sound. But it is a human hand that is holding me, very similar to mine."
"Sounds like a mimesis."
"It just pulled me all the way, talked to me, and sent me back to the team. Now that I think about it, I'll probably walk together for five or six days. During the period, I was supported by the Condensation Charm and dry food, so I'm fine."
"You are lucky."
"It saved my life, so I left my token. If it is summoned to the surface one day, it can come to me, and I can try to adapt it to the rules of the surface, and even befriend it - I I thought so."
"What I need is knowledge and intelligence about the abyss, not stories, Mr. Lopez."
"I know. I've heard of you. This conversation is confidential, right?"
"It belongs only to the butcher's shop, and we do not reveal the privacy of our guests. I repeat, Mr. Lopez. I am only interested in knowledge and intelligence about the Abyss."
"Very good, very good. Then please keep the next thing a secret. When everyone almost... sacrificed, I succeeded in beheading Ulysses."
Flint's voice began to tremble.
"Following the rogue's advice, I cut off the Demon King's head. It let out a scream that sounded extremely painful. I didn't think too much about it at the time, although I always... But my comrades Die tragically before me, I..."
"Please calm down, Mr. Lopez."
"Sorry, I lost my way. That's the way it is - I killed it, with hatred. Even if we were the one who went to the bottom of the abyss and woke it up. I sincerely hope it is as bloodless as it was rumored to be. The terrifying monster of tears, but at the moment when the demon king's head was successfully cut off, I saw it through the fire of the weapon."
"What did you see?"
"Among those terrifyingly twisted limbs, a human hand."
"… "
"And I recognize the thing in that hand, the pendant I keep as a token. Why do you say that? I don't understand. If it wants to live, why does it save me? If it wants to To die, why... kill everyone?"
Nemo bit his lower lip unconsciously, his limbs numb from tension, but he could still detect Oliver's wrist trembling. With inexplicable fear, he increased his strength. Hold tight to your lover.
He doesn't know the details.
I took back Ulysses' memory, but it was more like observing everything objectively from Ulysses' point of view. He could see what was happening, but he didn't know what the Demon Lord Ulysses—or himself, was thinking.
Of course, he wouldn't know what happened after Ulysses died.
Flint Lopez isn't lying about the facts. But the growing despair in his voice made Nemo shudder.
"… please continue, Mr. Lopez."
"I couldn't understand it at the time. I was standing there with the bloody devil's head on my back. Its body was melting and turning into a black liquid. I knew we should leave immediately, find and take away the The bone jade that appears. The miasma around the corpse will become stronger and stronger."
"But you didn't leave immediately." The old man guessed.
"I'm looking at the hand that used to hold me."
"What did you do?"
"I… at the end, couldn't help but touch it."
"and then?"
"Shards got into my head. Just illogical, shards, but it made me feel everything through Ulysses the Devil in that instant. I shouldn't have touched it, it was me The most regrettable decision of my life. Sir, what I'm about to say next may sound crazy, but... I saw it."
The sound stopped abruptly.
After that, only a blank space with noise remained.