Della Layne didn't seem to have any plans to leave. After warning the two of them, he returned to the small window and continued to stare at the bright, fresh, green woods outside.
Wherever he looked there was nothing.
"I want to stay here for a few days." The abyss sage said softly, "If you two want to leave, don't worry about me."
Oliver thought Nemo would press on, but his lover just frowned. Thinking quietly for a moment, Nemo gave him a slight nod, and then he walked across the room to the door that had long lost its panel.
Mr. Demon King was obviously still thinking about something, and he almost tripped over the animal carcasses scattered all over the place. Before Nemo could regain his balance, a faint wave of magic power came out from the skeleton that was kicked away.
Buried in the corpse is a delicate metal plate full of magic circles. Its material should be pure gold, and even if it is covered with wet animal carcasses, there is no rust on the golden metal.
Nemo should have kicked it right, and the metal dish was turned from its fur and broken bones, and lay slanted on the top floor. The golden beads embedded in the magic circle floated up, weakly following a predetermined trajectory. Delicate visions propped up the air in front of them.
It darkened the clear, warm morning air, and bright stars floated and swirled in the darkness. They had seen this thing—in a certain window in the city of Hiram, the capital of Garland, a few months ago.
A gold horoscope.
At the time they thought it was extremely beautiful. But at the moment, the brilliant artificial light reflected the hollow eye sockets of the animal's skull, and the machinery lying on the thick corpse made them uncomfortable.
Dellalienne by the window didn't look back.
The astrologer kept running like this for a while, and soon, the ingenious machinery that had been forgotten for many years exhausted its last strength and fell silent again. Nemo picked it up from the pile of corpses, cast a cleaning spell, and gently placed it back on the dusty tabletop.
Nothing stood in their way this time.
In this way, the two left the decaying wooden house. Until the three-story hut was gradually engulfed by green leaves and tree trunks, they could still see the devil standing by the window.
The grey parrot, who had been huddled on the branch outside the window, trembled and returned to Nemo's shoulder. Bird's eyes stared hard at Nemo's expression, as if he wanted to ask but was afraid to ask.
According to the coordinates set in advance by Della Laineen, as long as they walk to the lawn where the woods are relatively sparse, they can set up a temporary teleportation formation and teleport themselves back to the vicinity of the mercenary guild headquarters.
The distance between the nearest open space and the wooden house is not too long or too short. The two walked around the moss-covered tree roots and moved forward in silence.
Oliver always felt that he should take the initiative to say something.
From a personal point of view, Oliver has no sympathy for Della Lenien. But objectively, the demon had no reason to deceive them about the Demon King.
He thought it was a short journey back to the past, an exploration of the dark side of history. Whether it's themselves or Nemo, the problems they bear have already been decided - their identities as demon kings and heroes will not hinder the time they have now, and it's clear that everything has just stabilized.
A new problem appeared again.
If Nemo is the Demon Lord, then what is what Dallaene sees at the bottom of the abyss
The open space for teleportation was in front of him, and Oliver looked at Nemo again—different from before, this time Nemo didn’t mean much negative depression. Although his Demon King looked in a bad mood, he was not flustered at all. Nemo was staring intently at his feet, apparently still thinking.
"Oops." Mr. Demon King suddenly said, and Oliver was instantly refreshed and decided to take up any topic thrown by the other party.
The information they got was so bizarre that he had to support his...
"I see," Nemo said solemnly. "Since the gentleman observed 'God', there is a relative explanation for this house's inexplicable repelling of animals. Dylan must have found someone spying on him, so he specially used The aura was a bit of a shock—there was another person involved back then! We can absolutely ask Jesse what happened to his body. Oh my god, I kept forgetting this, obviously before you and Ann were both standard surface animal."
"..." This topic was too jumpy, and Oliver "standard surface animal" didn't know how to answer for a while.
It seems that the focus of Nemo's thinking is not the suspected "Demon King" creature at the bottom of the abyss.
"You didn't like Jesse very much at first, very much, didn't you?"
Nemo, looking surprisingly calm, stopped and leaned against a tree.
"Of course, I understand, he's kind of annoying. But on the other hand, Ollie, you're absolutely the best tempered person I've ever met. You're starting to dislike him a little… unnaturally high. Ann too, Mr. Cross is relatively better."
"Hmm." Oliver tried to keep up with his lover's train of thought, "It's true... But I don't hate him so much now, maybe it was because of aura or something."
"No. If Jesse Dillon wants to act, he can be anyone. If he wants to approach us more securely, it should be easier to pretend to be a gentle person at first—but he doesn't hide his annoyance. . It should be for this reason."
Nemo rubbed the staff in his hand: "If he's acting blamelessly, and you instinctively hate him, you're sure to be aware of the unnaturalness. It's not disgust, Ollie, it's subconscious fear."
Oliver tried to recall for a while, frustrated to find that he could not accurately describe the feelings in the memory. But he found another question: "You think Mr. Cross is okay?"
"Mr. Cross and Fuller Goat, they are both in a state of 'unable to use magic on their own', and they are relatively insensitive." Nemo made a simple gesture, "And you are different from Ann, the two of you are very Powerful, powerful people are always sensitive. Bagelmore lost too much power before, and then got my blood directly, so he didn't have a special reaction to Dylan."
"If this is the reason... I don't particularly hate him now, because I was stripped of the magic system and became a, uh, creature similar to yours?"
"You can say that." Nemo looked relieved, "It seems that if I don't always pay attention to hiding the breath to the extreme, I will definitely not please the superior demons. And if I consciously try to shock... More than ten It's understandable that no creature is willing to approach in the year."
"So you're going to ask him about it directly."
"Yes, I'm going to ask Dylan directly if he was seen. If so, he might be willing to tell me the specifics."
Nemo exhaled sharply.
"Time to have a good talk with that guy, I can't think of a worse possibility than 'I could destroy the world'."
"The subterranean mentioned by Della Laineen..."
"It's the devil, so I can be free. If it's not, nothing will change." Nemo's voice was very calm, "I figured it out, Ollie, there's no point in fantasizing. Now we have to make sure It's very simple - can I go back to the abyss now and make sure I can come out."
He pressed Oliver's back a bit roughly and bit his lover's lip lightly.
"That's my only concern, and the plan remains the same."
"What are you talking about?" Seeing that the two were about to gnaw together again, the grey parrot finally couldn't hold back, and it asked tremblingly. "What the hell is Jesse Dillon?"
"..." The two looked at Bagelmoru at the same time, and after a series of baptisms of bizarre facts, they completely forgot about it.
"Oli, explain." Nemo couldn't bear to look directly at the shivering grey parrot.
"Uh, I..."
A golden eagle saves the scene from getting out of hand. A bird of prey with golden feathers on its tail stopped in front of them, raised its head arrogantly, and dropped an ornate envelope with its claws.
The two were eager to find a chance to change the subject, and after praising the delicacy of the envelope dryly, Nimoy tore open the thick envelope: "… Ollie, it seems that we don't have to worry about it for 30 years."
"how?"
"The Pope's summoning order."
"But the expedition has just passed more than 20 years-"
"Yes, this is not an expedition summoning order. Something happened in the abyss, and we need to escort the Radeist reconnaissance team in advance." Nemo shook the stationery, "It seems that we have to act quickly, you know, I will definitely not let it go. You went into the abyss alone."
Oliver raised his eyebrows: "What happened in the abyss?"
"Well, all the large teleportation formations that were convenient for the expeditionary forces in the past... Whether deep or shallow, were all deliberately destroyed. This is only part of the situation. More changes are continuing, and it is obvious that someone is preventing the next expedition from happening. ."
It's amazing. Oliver thought that this should be a shocking enough message to be frightening. But he watched Nemo calmly shake the envelope, and he felt peaceful and reassured.
Horizontally and vertically, they have reached the bottom of their fate.
"I hope the Mercenary Guild can record this as a monthly task, after all, we will be very busy next." Oliver unconsciously put a smile on his face.
"Yeah." Nemo shoved the envelope and the letter into Oliver's hand, and then he reached out to his Mr. Brave—
"Ready to do something bad, Ollie? Like sneak into the mercenary guild headquarters to see weaponized demons or something."
"Of course, my majesty." Oliver took that hand and kissed his lover's finger with a smile. "Let's go."
"What about my problem?" cried the grey parrot on Nemo's shoulders with a weeping voice. "Let's not talk about the mercenary guild headquarters... What about my problem? Jesse Dylan, what the hell is he-"
"… "
The Holy Land of Rudd, in the central church of Hatfield.
Pope Dwayne Quinn is enjoying his late-night snack. He squinted at the young man across the table as he slammed sugar into the teacup.
"It's not the time yet, child." The old Pope scratched his shiny scalp, looking a little helpless. "Yes, this is a very formal and dangerous reconnaissance operation. So what we need is a black badge, not a hero praised by the world."
He shook his head and pushed over a small plate of shortbread.
"Most of the expedition facilities at the bottom of the abyss have been destroyed by humans. If it wasn't for a team of overly reckless adventurers who accidentally discovered the anomaly, we would probably not have realized the seriousness of the problem after more than ten years. No matter who did it , our opponent is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous powerhouse. If... "
"I'm not a hero." The guest sitting opposite the Pope whispered.
"Well, you've really changed a lot since the last time we met. But even if you really think so, I won't agree. I've found a very suitable escort team—"
"Four is not enough, Lord Quinn."
"It should be enough for the Rad Sect, after all, other sects will have their own escorts. Even if you add more people, you can add two more—"
"Then add two more."
"Oh, boy, what are you doing..."
"I have something that needs to be finalized." The young man opposite the Pope stood up, his expression soft and firm in the bright firelight.
"I apply to join in my own name, and at the same time I will bring another helper, is that ok?"
"If you insist."
"Thank you, Lord Quinn."
"It's me who should say thank you, Godwin."
As soon as the Pope's voice fell, the communication crystal ball in the center of the table slowly floated up. The old Pope sighed and waved at Godwin Lopez, who was about to leave to avoid suspicion.
"Demon alarm," he said. "Never mind, let's listen together. What's the matter, Felix? Let's hear it."
"The weaponized superior demon under the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild, Pandora... just disappeared."