Focusing on "I was not pulled down by the abyss", Nemo noticed the cool air squirming on his skin and the cold touch of Ollie's armor under him.
Even Nemo, except for the one time he fought Witherspoon in an abnormal state, never managed to connect directly to the depths of the abyss from the surface. In order to successfully dive into the abyss to investigate, Nemo has done countless calculations - and now he has succeeded. With the help of the superior demon stuck in the space, he barely got a chance to face the depths of the abyss.
Everything went smoothly, except for this—
The hem of Dellalienne's old-fashioned research robe was too long, and was instantly ignited by the flames bursting from the space tear.
A few pieces of ineffective cloth dangled down his arms and chest, half of the loose trousers were burned, and the only remaining charred cloth was crumbling.
The black shadow instantly rose into the air and quickly wrapped around Nemo's body, making the scene less ambiguous.
Considering that he might have to concentrate on using the shadow to defend the enemy for a while, Nemo coughed a little awkwardly, and tapped the tip of Oliver's nose, who was still serving as a meat pad, with his fingers: "Lend me the cloak."
Oliver took off his cloak in a muffled voice, but the redness on his face had not yet dissipated.
With materials, things are a lot easier. The shadow quickly wrapped around, transforming the slightly darkened bottom edge of the cloth into a simple robe. It's a pity that cloth can't replace shoes, and Nemo has to stand barefoot on the floor temporarily. Fortunately, the staff that was placed on the horse in advance escaped the catastrophe.
"Are you still blushing?" Nemo raised his eyebrows magnanimously after holding the staff firmly.
After successfully liberating Pandora, he found himself able to accompany Oliver to investigate the abyss. At this moment, Mr. Demon King is in a good mood after a long absence. He stared at his lover, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Mr. Ramon, I sincerely advise you that you should use your blush when it should be used, like that night—"
"I'm going to take off the shield." Oliver scratched his nose and interrupted Nemo's words, and the blush that had retreated a lot returned suspiciously.
"Get out." Nemo shook his head with a smile and patted Oliver's skeleton helmet.
"Guess what their siege is like?"
"As long as the face isn't seen, we'll be fine... They couldn't find anything but the charred shards of the research suit. Ah, speaking of that, wait a minute."
Nemo turned around, and countless shadows shot out of the void behind him. The destroyed hall was quickly restored, and even the black cubic cage was closed again and returned to its original state - but the spell pattern on it no longer glowed, and it completely lost its original power.
Sombra even cleaned the charred clothing from the floor.
The entire underground hall was soaked in light, clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened.
"That's enough to disturb them. Ollie, have you negotiated with your Pope?"
"It's fifty bucks for a horse snack, the kind with apple puree and syrup."
"make a deal."
What happened next became an unsolved mystery that the mercenary guild circulated for a long time. The ancient phantom in the middle of the night passed through the wall, the superior demon evaporated out of thin air, and the huge monster that finally rushed out of the encirclement—
A pitch-black sphere rushed towards the encirclement, with four horse legs stretched out below, running fast. This ridiculous thing appeared in front of the tense defenders in a grand manner, which made the serious warriors stunned for a few seconds.
Spells, bows, even flesh and blood, nothing can stop that weird... spherical horse. It is surrounded by layers like a shadow and quickly blends into the night.
Oliver's black-haired pope flew out a certain distance, directly passed through the pre-calculated space crack, and jumped into the distant woods.
Seeing the cracks behind him close, the spherical shadow shield wrapped in black shadows was lifted. The two on horseback finally stopped holding their breath and laughed happily.
The next day, the two culprits of Tumbleweed arrived in Hatfield, which was close at hand, and the subtle smile on their faces lingered.
Hatfield, the holy land of Ruddism, is comparable in size to two large cities, and is adjacent to the small country Pledo, where the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild is located. The grand central church is in the very center of the land, and the Pope of the Radhist religion resides here all year round.
Oliver took the reins of the dark horse and carried the skeleton helmet behind him. The shriveled grey parrot slumped on Nemo's shoulders, looking like he was going to die in the next second.
"Tell me who Jesse Dillon is." It shrieked softly.
"Seeing Dylan soon, you ask yourself." Nemo poked its feathers, continuing to avoid the question.
The grey parrot grunted a few times in grievance.
Out of some strange psychology, although he bought a few spare robes, Nemo still prefers to wear the black robe changed from his lover's cape. Oliver didn't change his cloak either, which made the black armor even more inconspicuous.
Seeing the two approaching, passers-by spontaneously avoided and whispered.
Nemo was a little surprised by this. Although he knew very well that he was such a black-robed mage, plus a black-armored knight, plus two shiny black badges, they really didn't look like a good thing. However, this is a holy place of Ruddism where judgement knights abound, and pedestrians will not avoid them like snakes and scorpions.
This eerie atmosphere continued until they officially arrived at the central church.
"A new line?" Jesse Dillon greeted vaguely while nibbling at the not-so-fresh-looking dry cake.
The blond youth was still dressed in that exaggerated dress, and Adrian Cross was standing beside him, looking down at the book in his hand. The grey parrot snorted a few more times, and it stretched its neck to take a look at Jesse, then spread its wings and rested on Adrian's shoulder. The knight commander raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't mean to drive it away.
Bagelmore just stood on Adrian's friar's uniform, with a bird face full of humiliation and humiliation.
I don't know if it was his own delusion or not, but Nemo's eyes stayed on the knight commander for a few more seconds - Mr. Cross's breath seemed to be... less the suffocating heaviness that he had before.
"Well, it's hard to say," Nemo answered succinctly. "Dylan, are you free for a while? Ollie and I want to talk to you alone."
"I knew there would be such a day," Jesse sighed exaggeratedly, licking his fingers as he ate up the dry cake in his hand.
Oliver was a little nervous, he clenched the reins of the dark horse in his hand, held his breath, and stared at Jesse Dylan's mouth—
"Mr. Ramon is very inexperienced at first glance. He definitely needs a reliable technical guide like me."
The head of the tumbleweed took a deep breath and managed to resist the urge to fire the member on the spot.
"The matter of the disappearance of the superior demon was done by the two of you." The point of the former trial knight commander was very clear. Adrian snapped the book in his hand and lowered his voice.
"I sent her home," Nemo muttered as he glanced around vigilantly.
"Alright." Adrian nodded, and he calmly looked at Nemo, who lowered his head for a while. "I will remember to remind Lord Quinn to be careful of the demon warlocks in the future. But looking at past cases, nothing will happen in the next three hundred years."
"I'll keep an eye on her." Nemo quickly assured, "I marked her magic fluctuations when I sent her back."
"Just promise yourself, I actually want to tell you something else." Adrian turned his gaze to Oliver.
"I'll tell them, I'll come, I'll come! Ed, go to the church and tell the group, just say our leader is here." Jesse seemed to have caught some great fun, and he hooked up friendly Nemo's neck, dragging Nemo down the alley next to the central church.
It's like a "we have something to say, please avoid it" posture.
Adrian shook his head without looking further. He wanted to take the reins from Oliver's hand, but the dark horse gave him a stern look, and then tried to hide himself behind Oliver.
Oliver scratched his head embarrassedly: "No need, Mr. Cross, it just follows me."
The knight commander frowned helplessly, turned and walked towards the entrance of the church behind him.
The grey parrot on his shoulder twisted his neck like an owl, looking at Jesse and his party. In the end, it still didn't have the courage to ask the past, and had to shrink itself into a gray feather ball.
"Come on." Jesse in the alley tugged at his collar, "Where is Ramon not—"
"Dylan!"
"Sorry, okay, let's get down to business."
Nemo sighed and retracted his fist. He leaned back against the wall behind him, and Oliver squeezed into the alley as well. The dark horse behind him walked last, blocking the entrance of the narrow alley.
"A few days ago, Ollie and I went to investigate a ruin in the frontier forest. Ten years ago, a three-story wooden house, a gatekeeper, and multiple eye transplant observations. Do you have an impression?"
"Oh—" Jesse nodded, stretching her tone. "That boy, I remember. Got a big advantage for him."
This is the first time Oliver has clearly felt another side of Jesse Dillon. The corpse undoubtedly belonged to an elderly man, but Mr. Dylan naturally referred to the junior with a natural tone.
Nemo's expression became equally serious.
"...I'm just kidding! Strictly speaking, he doesn't look at me completely." Jesse touched his chin, "At most, he can see a little bit, not a little bit the size of a fingernail. I don't think so. It's an exhibitionist who took the initiative to go out and run naked, Ed can definitely understand-"
"Nobody asked you that." Nemo's voice was a little weak.
"Then what do you want to ask? I said yes, I just glared at him and didn't do anything else. If I hadn't been... Forget it, he was lucky anyway."
"Your body, and our deal." Nemo rubbed his temples.
"Why, you're suddenly interested in what I really look like? I admire you dearly, Mr. Wright. But it's a little... oops, sorry."
"Abyssal creatures and surface creatures are of the same origin. The gatekeeper made such a conjecture." Nemo was not distracted by Jesse. That's what it implies."
"Well, that's true," Jesse admitted flatly.
Despite his preparations, Oliver couldn't help but hold on to the wall, his heart beating wildly.
Nemo was silent for a while: "This has something to do with our transaction?"
"Of course! I'm not the rice-eater type. You've given me some species, and I'm running them well now, and I've given you what you want. Although I didn't really expect you to come in person. , and choose a lover from among them."
"Didn't think about it? You call yourself a fortune teller."
"When there were Miss Savage and Mr Ramon in the team, I was. But now that Miss Savage isn't here, and Mr Ramon... Well, to be honest, I really don't like the smeared state. "
"You've been emphasizing 'what I want'. Now you might as well say clearly, what exactly did I ask for?" Seeing that the topic was about to be diverted by Jesse Dylan again, Nemo pulled it back neatly.
Jesse was silent, staring at Nemo with a burning gaze: "Before I tell you, I think you should ask me other questions."
"this one."
"no."
"why?"
"Because my answer won't change, as I told you before, people say 'it's good to have hope'. Look at you now with a smile on your face and a lover you trust with all your heart. From the bottom of my heart, I want you to stay in this state."
"Oli is destined to be a hero, and I may have wanted to destroy the surface before. There is no worse possibility."
"Yes," Jesse said softly, the smile on her face fading.
"Let's put it this way, Mr. Wright. If the 'before you' were here, I'm pretty sure... the first thing you'd do is turn around and kill Oliver Ramon who's standing there."
"...I would never hurt Ollie."
"To put it horribly, your life and death will not really affect my fate. If you really know the guess of that human being, then you should know that all life in this world has the same upper limit of power. And that is You set it yourself, no, you can't say that, it should be said that it was set by your 'instinct'."
"Do you need me to dodge it?" Oliver closed his eyes.
"No, you listen right there, Ollie." Nemo's voice trembled a little. "Go on, Dylan."
"It's not such a big deal. To use an inappropriate analogy - when people raise Fuller goats, they must first domesticate them and remove the possibility of them hurting people. All possible injuries must be within a controllable range, isn't it difficult to understand? "
"But this and..."
"Now there is a sheep, strong, intelligent, and wild by nature. It can get its strength from its own kind more efficiently, much more efficiently than people. There are countless sheep raised by people, and all of them can be the source of its strength. … if left unchecked, it might one day become too powerful and kill its owner. I’ll tell you what ordinary people would do, they’d kill that unhealthy lamb the moment they figured it out die."
"People are not sheep after all, Mr. Wright. Everything in this world is the same as Mr. Ramon, and should have nothing to do with you and me."
"Oli is the most honest man I've ever met. We're seeing a world that's very close... At least for now, very close. If he thinks it's necessary to kill me, then I'm willing to—"
Jesse Dillon burst out laughing.
"You're so cute." He shook his head, blond hair in a dull halo in the shadows. "As I said, the man-and-sheep metaphor is inappropriate. If that moment comes, perhaps your choice won't be a simple 'Mr Ramon' or 'yourself'."
"Just be straight, Dylan, I don't want to go around in circles with you." Nemo's throat was a little itchy, and the soles of his feet were chilled by an ominous premonition.
"I stand by my thoughts. Whether it's my being or your truth, you'll know the answer soon anyway. Until then, it's good for you to have more hopeful memories." Jesse shrugged, "I was On your side, don't doubt that."
Nemo took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his heartbeat.
"Then I'll change the question. Dylan, logically I should be stronger than you, but I feel like we're about the same."
"That will tell you, because it is the limit of what a 'flesh of this size' can hold. Two glasses of the same size, but one goes to the barrel and one to the sea. Trust me, Mr. Wright, you are stronger than me. Much. Don't be misled by the wine glass in front of you."
"Fine," Nemo said. He looked up at the narrow blue sky above the alley.
"It seems reasonable and reasonable, and I can't pry your mouth open. Then I have only one last question left, and I hope you will answer it, Mr. Dylan."
"Try it?"
"You say I'm not facing a choice between 'Oli's life' and 'my life', so what will it be?"
"Well, let me think about it..."
The smile on Jesse Dylan's face faded.
"'Mr Ramon' or 'the rest of life in the world, including your own' would be closer."