Whether it was because of a hangover or simply stunned by the large teleportation array, Oliver's face was almost the same color as the bandage on his arm. At the end of the test, his fracture had been healed by the therapist. However, due to the large number of injured people and the limited magic power of the therapist, the minor wounds on the flesh were still treated as usual - they were wrapped in ointment and bandages, and they would not be specially treated with magic.
It looked a little tragic, but fortunately it didn't affect the action.
"How much did he drink?" Ann frowned.
"...half a glass of fruit wine." Nemo whispered, deciding to help Oliver cover, and quickly changed the subject. "Where's your horse?"
"Sold." Ann looked away, looking down at the ground, looking a little sad. "From Noe to here, it takes a week to ride the fastest horse - if it's another mission, it doesn't matter, now we have to hurry. Looking at Fenrir's reaction, the client is probably not a good communication role. "
The three moved away from the large teleportation array, passed through the huge stone arch, and stepped onto the iconic Iris Plaza in Hiram - Oliver and Nemo, from two frontier towns, had never met anyone in a country's capital. , completely stunned at the entrance of the square.
There are no log houses without stripped bark or rough stones mixed with grass and mud. The buildings are all built with square stone bricks. Countless tower spires pierced into the sky, and a touch of gold from the giant bell on the church bell tower could be seen in the distance. People walking on the streets were dressed in bright clothes, and from time to time they could see the reflections of satin and silk top hats. All the plants in the field of vision are well taken care of, and the artificially cut shrubs are almost integrated with their stone bases, becoming part of the artwork and no longer bearing natural traces of life.
They moved early in the morning, the sun had just risen, and the sun was still smelling orange. The stone floor tiles of the square have been polished by the flow of people, and at this moment they are reflecting the peripheral light from the rising sun, which is a bit like the sparkling water waves on the lake. The Iris Square itself has a high terrain and an amazingly wide field of vision. The scenery of the small half of the capital rushed into his eyes, and Nemo was so shocked that his eyes were sore.
Two worlds indeed, he thought. In Noe, the only difference between them and the residents was whether they had hats or not, but now it seems that Ann is better, the two people in linen clothes seem to be out of tune with the whole city.
An expected this, she thoughtfully did not urge. The female warrior stood still and waited patiently for the two to recover.
"See the clock tower over there?" Seeing Nemo finally move—he carefully buttoned the wooden button on his cuff—Ann opened his mouth. "That's the Church of the Penitents, but I suggest you think about it before you decide." Ann added, "...the demon believer is fine. If you're really a demon warlock, you'll have to do everything in your power to convince them not to kill you on the spot. .Although the Wardens are known for their kindness, there is always a risk. I can understand if you don't want to go, there are also quite a few free monks here to consult—"
"I choose the free monk." Nemo replied quickly.
Ann was taken aback for a few seconds by his over-the-top cautious - or rather timid - declaration.
"...You said you could understand!"
"I'm not being polite to you, you really don't want to try it?"
Nemo shook his head decisively.
"It's better not to go." Oliver's face was finally less pale, and he rubbed his temples weakly. "There is a high probability that he is a demon warlock."
Ann looked Nemo up and down, swept from the mud spots on his moccasins all the way to the scruffy ponytail—and snorted out of his nose.
"Okay," she said. "Let's go meet that Joanna Edwards who doesn't know what's in her head first."
The city of Hiram was frighteningly large, and when they finally arrived at the address given by the client, the three of them had no strength to be surprised.
"A decent person." An who was lost for three hours wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What a surprise."
The house in front of them had three floors and a beautiful garden, like a miniature castle. Ann rang the doorbell and Nemo looked around—the plants in the garden made him feel like he was back in a small town, in short, they were growing freely and definitely hadn't been taken care of in a while.
The one who answered the door was an old woman with a cold temperament. She was wearing a long gray-blue dress, the corners of her mouth were slightly drooping, and her silver hair was tightly combed into a neat bun at the back of her head. Look at the dress and jewelry like a servant.
Her sharp eyes scratched at the black seal on the chests of the three of them, then narrowed her eyes. "Which one is Oliver Ramon?"
Oliver hurried forward.
"Please give me the black seal and contract." Her tone was polite and distant.
"Are you...?" Oliver rummaged through the parchment rolls in Nemo's backpack, even accidentally ripping off a few parrot hairs.
"Joanna Edwards." She said succinctly, took the parchment scroll, and confirmed the name behind the black stamp. "Come in and talk." She took a few steps back.
The sun is shining, and there is a strong aroma of roses in the yard. Mrs. Edwards led them through the garden and opened the door of the house - the interior was equally tasteful and elegant. There is a rare huge bookshelf in the living room, which is full of books, but it matches the decorations just right, and it will not make people feel awkward. But Nemo always felt an indescribable sense of disobedience. The house seemed to have long since died, and not much of the breath of life remained.
"Mother." As soon as they entered the door, they heard a voice belonging to a young man—a wooden wheel creaking softly, and the young man in a wheelchair approached them from the aisle. The young man had ginger hair, half length and not too short, and he looked a little lethargic, but the smile on his face was very bright. "have a guest?"
"The black badge I hired, Cahill." Mrs. Edwards frowned. "It's still early, don't run around."
"Cahill?" Ann gasped. "Cahill Edwards?"
The young man nodded, "You know me?"
"Oh, oh yes." Ann's tone was a little unnatural. "I've heard... well, you know."
Cahill raised his eyebrows, his face still full of a warm smile. "It's okay," he said, "you talk first, I'll go get some tea."
He made a gesture with his right hand, and the wheelchair turned around and slowly moved in the opposite direction. After the shadow of the wheelchair disappeared behind a certain door, Ann finally let out the suffocated breath.
"The child is restless," said the old woman. "Sit down."
"Your son is that Cahill Edwards, 'Battle Saint'?" Ann asked.
Mrs. Edwards pursed her lips, as if strangely annoyed by Ann's remarks. Ann, who noticed this, hurriedly shut her mouth.
"I want to see Adrian Cross, even if it's only for half an hour," the old woman said calmly, ignoring Ann's question. "I hope you can bring him. I think you should already know - he is in the dungeon of the Heresy, where no outsiders are allowed."
"Why?" Seeing Ann feeling uncomfortable, Nemo spoke for her.
"He still insists to this day that my son is a superior demon," Mrs Edwards laughed briefly. "Do I need a definite reason to see him?"
"Doesn't Kloss hold the transaction seal of the superior demon?" Oliver interjected, "He must have a transaction that has not been completed, and you may be in danger when you see him—"
"You don't need to know that much." The old woman's sharp eyes swept over like a knife. "Just bring him. Can you do it? If you can't, just quit the mission and I'll find someone else."
After all, she put a heavy and delicate purse on the round table.
"Deposit," she said, "a thousand gold coins. After the task is completed, the rest will be paid, starting from five times, depending on your efficiency."
Nemo sat up in an instant and found that he might be able to pay off the debt on An's side.
"It's useless, mother." Cahill leaned back in his wheelchair, and the tray full of teacups floated in the air, slowly rubbing against their table. "You won't get anything out of him—he's not the Adrian Cross you used to know. Trespassing the dungeon of the Inquisition is a felony, you can cancel your mission now—"
"'Want to see someone' is not to be held accountable. And these people are also volunteers, I didn't force them. They can give up at any time." Mrs. Edwards said coldly, throwing a candy into the teacup.
Cahill sighed deeply.
"Then it's up to you." He smiled gently, adjusting the direction of getting out of the wheelchair. "Excuse me, everyone. I'm a little uncomfortable, I have to go to sleep for a while... Are you thinking about the failure rate? I will try my best to persuade mother to adjust the content of the task."
What a gentle man. Nemo picked up the teacup moved and accidentally knocked off the small silver spoon used to put honey. He hurriedly bent over to pick it up - the silver spoon rolled behind the tablecloth, and he touched the dust.
He stared at the dust on his fingertips for a few seconds.
"That's it. I don't have anything else to say, no additional requirements." The old woman pushed the bag in front of Oliver. "The sooner the better."
"Damn, I should have pressed Fenrir to make him vomit more." After leaving Mrs. Edwards, the hungry trio carefully selected a restaurant whose food didn't look too expensive. Ann gulped down a full glass of beer, then rudely wiped the foam from her lips with her hands. Nemo was still sipping mead, while Oliver poured himself a few mouthfuls of onion soup with a dark face.
"Her son seems famous?" Nemo asked.
"It was quite famous in the first two years, and no one has mentioned it recently." Ann said, "The war hero of the Battle of Kandar, the nobles of Garland almost tied him to a flagpole to promote it - he looks better than me. I want to live better."
Nemo looked at Ann in surprise, completely unable to understand what a good life was in a wheelchair.
"At the beginning, he couldn't move from the neck down. He was a therapist himself... It's miserable." Ann said, "The Garland border has stopped a lot recently, and no one is preaching the 'war spirit'." Her last sentence With some sneer.
"Cross claims he is a superior demon?" Oliver put down the soup bowl in his hand. "It's a bit..."
Nemo touched his chin and pulled the stuffed grey parrot out of his backpack.
"Oh, yes, there is such a thing." Ann tapped her palm with her fist.
"Baggarmoru, hello, Bagemoru!" Nemo squeezed the parrot's wings, and the parrot rolled his eyes and glanced at him feebly. "You were there just now, you should be able to feel it - was that Cahill Edwards really replaced by a superior demon?"
Grey parrot stood up weakly and swallowed a few sautéed nuts from Nemo's plate.
"Yeah," it said angrily, "what's the matter?"
,Wonderful!
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