Nemo was surprisingly indifferent.
Facing Jesse's astonishing speech, he didn't even frown: "I see. Thank you, Dylan."
Jesse raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Gee, you're much calmer than I thought. Why, you don't believe me?"
"No, of course I believe you. If I'm much stronger than you, then lying about it won't do you any good." Nemo touched two plastered walls. "If I've learned anything from being a black chapter these days - as long as I'm willing to look for it, there are more choices than it seems."
"You are so optimistic."
"If you really think that everything can't be rewritten and we're doomed to despair, why hide the answer?" Nemo shrugged, even a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Because I'm bored," Jesse replied quite candidly, "and I've also encountered a theoretically impossible thing, and it's still going on. Let this fun time last longer, who knows what will happen. Will there be other surprises?"
The two stood opposite each other, neither of them really released their momentum, but the strange sense of oppression instantly swayed. The dark horse shrank again, trying to block his sturdy body with Oliver, who was limited in size.
Oliver always felt that he should react, after all, he had just won the title of "The Strongest Killing Sheep on the Surface". But looking at Nemo's peaceful look, he couldn't deliver the slightest acceptance speech.
"Don't look at it." The third time Oliver turned his head away, Nemo pushed his face straight in amusing. "How do you think I'll react, rushing to the center of the crowd to collapse and cry?"
"If you want, I can come with you." Oliver's expression was serious and his tone was sincere.
"Come on." Nemo pointed at Jesse relatively politely. "This guy just expressed one thing - anyway, one of the two of us is destined to fail and want to destroy the surface. Before we agreed that this unfortunate person was me, now it seems that it may be you, and if you want to cry, you will cry first. Ollie, will you destroy the surface for me?"
"Won't."
"Yeah, so do I. In the end, Dylan's conjectures are based on what he knows. He's not... well, he's a god, but if I'm not mistaken, he takes Mr. Cross almost nothing. Method."
Jesse, who was standing aside, tutted loudly.
"So God knows what's threatened on the surface. Betting a gold coin, I think it's more likely that the destroyer is me."
"I'm willing to bet the rest of my life." Oliver replied softly.
Nemo was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, he reached out and ruffled Oliver's hair. "Okay, I'll change my chips. Me too."
Jesse made a series of louder clicks.
"I'm very sorry to disturb the two of you," he smirked, "and there is a relatively unimportant piece of information."
"The one that Mr. Close was going to tell us?" Nemo emphasized the phrase "Mr. Close."
"Yes, the Pope originally planned to have four of us escort the reconnaissance team, but now two volunteers have been added temporarily. You two need to be mentally prepared for a while."
"Other black chapters? But when the rumors spread, no one would be willing to…"
"You both happen to know each other." Jesse didn't hide the schadenfreude in her tone.
Ten minutes later, Nemo knew exactly why Jesse was gloating.
The people in the central church specially set aside a small auditorium as a meeting room for the scout team and the guards. Right now, the Radeist scout team has not arrived, and there are only three people in the well-decorated small auditorium.
Adrian sat upright on the sofa, the grey parrot was lying on the top of the back of the sofa, a pair of bird's eyes aimed cautiously at Jesse. The other person was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows full of sunlight and turned his head.
The head of the Horizon mercenary regiment, Godwin Lopez, is still dressed in a dignified and high-class fashion, but this time he is not wearing the Horizon badge. The three who rushed in by Mr. Lopez simply nodded as a greeting.
Oliver shrank his neck subconsciously, retracted his attention from the shock, and turned to look at Nemo—
Nemo is gone.
Oliver's scalp exploded, he hurriedly turned his body to look around, and then he couldn't help laughing and crying.
A petite figure mercilessly slammed into Nemo's arms, directly knocking the unsuspecting Mr. Demon King back two steps, almost exiting the room.
"Nimo!" Debbie Wright looked very excited, and the mercenary lady gave her eldest brother a hug that was enough to break her ribs.
"Debbie." If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that his physique was different from ordinary people, Nemo wouldn't be sure if his ribs would be broken. "How do you—?"
"You guys are going to the abyss to investigate with the Rudd team. How can I let you go to such a dangerous place alone." Debbie raised her chest. "Without old Patrick, you are my most precious relative."
"...The inside of the abyss may be very dangerous." Nemo reminded cautiously.
"I know, but the head of the regiment has to go, I don't think it's a big problem." The girl made a neat gesture. "I'll protect you!... It doesn't seem like it's good to say that, then when Mr. Ramon is out of his mind, I'll protect you."
Debbie lowered her voice in the second half of the sentence, while Oliver looked at the ceiling in tears.
Apart from other factors, it seems that Debbie Wright herself is indeed the top mage on the surface. They really don't have many excuses to push the girl out.
"Speaking of which, the head of the regiment said that you guys are clear about his relationship with Mr. Ramon... Does he know about your relationship?"
"He knows." Oliver rubbed his forehead.
"Well, it looks like I don't need to cover the two of you."
Debbie looked regretful.
"Ah, if it's convenient, remember to be considerate of the captain's emotions. I think you should be clear... Before the Alban coup, Princess Delia cancelled the engagement. Now that the situation has stabilized, she has no intention of resuming the engagement. "
The girl covered her chest in melancholy: "Seriously bad news, right? Our whole group is very sad - our leader just fell out of love."
Oliver glanced at Godwin wordlessly, not feeling the slightest heartbreak from him.
"You don't have to look at him, you can't see it. The head of the regiment has always controlled his emotions very well, but as the closest partner, we can detect his abnormality! He even started to eat sweets to relieve his boredom recently. Don't do that."
Nemo and Oliver looked at Jesse subconsciously, then quickly looked away.
"This time too, the head of the group has never left the horizon before and participated in such a dangerous activity by himself. More than 90% of the group members believe that he wants to take the opportunity to relax." Debbie lowered her voice even lower, "This behavior is abnormal, I believe We, the head of the regiment, must be heartbroken."
Godwin behind Debbie cast a helpless look, and the two men at the tumbleweed shook their heads very firmly.
Although Nemo couldn't guess the reason for Godwin's specific involvement. Unlike Debbie, Head Horizon doesn't seem like the type who would risk being alone because of blood relatives. But he was certain that he would rather believe that Godwin was just worried about Oliver than "broken in love"—they had met Delia Alastair, and to be fair, the two didn't quite fit in character.
Debbie sniffed emotionally, and Nemo couldn't say a word of denial, so he nodded silently.
"It looks like you've all met." Bishop Felix stepped into the room, his eyes swept over Jesse, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
"Horizon Swordsman Godwin Lopez, Mage Debbie Wright, no pets or mounts to register. Tumbleweed Swordsman Oliver Ramon, Mage Nemo Wright, Diviner Jesse Dee Len, plus a pet grey parrot, mount... a Fuller goat."
Bishop Discipline put away the parchment scroll in his hand, and the muscles in his face twitched even more. "Is there anything I need to add?"
"We still have a horse." Nemo raised his hand honestly.
"The terrain inside the abyss is steep, and it is not recommended to bring horses. If you are worried about the problem of supplies, we will use a special magic trailer to transport them, and there are many supply points along the way. Forget the parrot, in fact, the sheep... "
"He's our companion," Jesse said emotionally. "We're used to using it to carry luggage, and the goat can move freely on the rock wall, and it can be used as emergency ration if necessary."
When Jesse said the first few sentences, Debbie's face still had a hint of approval, but it was a pity that the approval disappeared when she heard the last sentence.
"Then this is all the members of the reconnaissance team scheduled to be escorted." The Discipline Bishop pretended not to hear anything.
"Today, the central church will provide you with food and lodging. You can ask the clergy for general materials needed on the road. Of course, you need to purchase special magic props or weapons by yourself. We will gather at noon tomorrow and set off. You are all experienced fighters, you should know very well how to do the escort work... Any other questions?"
"Anything available?" Nemo raised his hand again.
"Yes, Mr. Wright."
"I'd like to borrow the central church's oven."
"..." Bishop Discipline took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. "Of course, if you really need to."
"If you have anything you need to buy specially, Debbie and I can do it for you." Godwin Lopez finally opened his mouth after Bishop Felix left, his tone was not salty or indifferent.
"There are four of us, brother." Oliver raised his eyebrows.
"You'd better not show your face here easily," Godwin said in a flat voice.
Nemo frowned, recalling the strange reactions of passers-by when they saw them: "How do you say that people in the Holy Land hate black badges?"
"I hate tumbleweeds," Godwin said in a deep voice. "You don't know anything?"
Adrian calmly flipped a page, and Jesse was nibbling on the snacks on the plate, teasing the shriveled parrot as he chewed. Oliver and Nemo looked at each other and shook their heads.
"The statement that you 'stealed the precious gems on the Sword of Remnant Fire' has spread. An ordinary student of Clementine College became rich overnight because of the tumbleweed in the Calamity Wheel. You did research."
"And then?" Oliver swallowed.
"There's an argument now, and personally, it's closer to some sort of conclusion - in fact, wherever tumbleweeds go, they bring destruction wherever they go."
"Your first client's home was destroyed, the second client's hometown was destroyed, and at the end of the third mission, the headquarters of the Abyss Church was not able to escape bad luck. The fact that Mr. Ramon is one of the survivors of the withered castle also It was dug up, and they are willing to attribute this account to your 'ominous'. Although we all know that it was indeed destroyed by you."
Oliver shrugged and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience.
"Then at Clement College, you destroyed the Isamel Labyrinth in front of my eyes. Although I didn't assign it to you, many people are willing to speculate. Not long ago, you and your... Mr. Wright Just a few days after visiting the mercenary guild headquarters, their superior demons just evaporated."
Godwin's face was numb, and Nemo nervously rubbed his palms, grabbed a pen and paper, and decided to distract himself with other things—"I know you did it" was no doubt written all over Godwin's face.
Oliver laughed dryly and scratched his hair: "What an amazing coincidence."
"Yeah, what an amazing coincidence." Godwin gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his teeth. "Dear Mr. Ramon, I hope that this joint expedition will be smooth and smooth... Otherwise, the name of your 'Team of Calamities' will definitely rush out of Alban and spread directly across the continent."
"Trust me, brother, we will work hard in this direction." Oliver made a vow.
"Which direction?!"
"...the smooth and smooth sentence."
"Anyway, you need to know. Knowing these rumors, the reconnaissance team will not give you any good looks this time. Please prepare yourself mentally." Godwin took a few deep breaths and stared coldly. blood relatives in front of you.
The atmosphere between the two became more and more rigid.
Seeing this, Nemo took a deep breath and quickly exchanged glances with Debbie.
"This is what I want, Mr. Lopez." Nemo swishly wrote the scroll, quickly folded it, and handed it to Godwin Lopez with both hands. "We'll take the money for the help, thank you. Ollie, hey, Ollie—do you want anything?"
"No, but I've got to go out. Do something... ahem, soothe my horse." Oliver hesitated for a while, grabbing the ring order that had been in his pocket.
"Go." Knowing the horse's bad temper, Nemo nodded knowingly. "I went to the central church hall twice to see if I had anything else to bring."
"Yes, Captain. We've got a bunch of stuff to buy." Debbie slapped Godwin on the upper arm. "Time waits for no one. It's always good to spend more time."
"As I said, Mr. Ramon, it's not time for you to show up. Even around the church..." Godwin stared at Oliver stubbornly.
"It's okay, I'll change my clothes. Even if they recognize me, they'll think I'm you."
"… "
Half an hour later, outside the central church.
"Captain." Debbie nudged the stinking Godwin lightly with her elbow. "You're caring about them. Maybe it would be better if you spoke softly."
The head of Horizon snorted softly, and Godwin clung to the supplies in his arms. Handing the parchment scroll that Nemo gave to Debbie, who had relatively few things in her hands: "Ramon is too lazy to look angry. But he should understand, I don't need to coax them."
Fine. Debby thought deeply, and took the parchment—after all, their leader was heartbroken, and he couldn't ask for too much.
"There's a lot of stuff. We'll rent a trailer later. Nemo hasn't written much, so we can buy him first." Debbie said, unfolding the parchment, and then fell silent.
"What does Wright want?"
"Fresh carrots, fresh apples, half a pocket of oatmeal, two large bottles of syrup. Make sure to choose the cheapest."
"… What does he want these things for?"
"Probably want to make some kind of dessert."
"This time?"
"… Uh."
Looking at Debbie, who had no words, Godwin raised his head and let out a restrained sigh of relief.
He never really let go of his vigilance against Nemo Wright, but in those few seconds, he felt like a fool for coming here on purpose.