allow me to refuse
"Interesting, Mr. Ramon, you look like you haven't slept all night." Delarion pointed her fingertips together, leaning against the back of the soft sofa in the living room. He cocked his legs, moving freely and calmly.
"It's just ordinary insomnia, so I went out for a walk." Oliver sat down opposite him, his tone steady. "… long time no see, 'Mr Thorne.' It looks like you've finished your research on that log house."
"Not really. You see, neither you nor your companions like me very much, and I'm not here to be a guest."
The abyss sage narrowed the dark green eyes of the flesh and looked at Oliver opposite.
Oliver Ramon's momentum has changed a lot.
When he first met Ramon in Garland, he thought it was a foolish, innocent young man. It would be better to say that he and Nemo Wright looked half-hearted, and their faces were full of signs of "will die in the first three missions of the Black Chapter".
Although he asked himself, Oliver Ramon was indeed one of the most talented humans he had ever seen. But "talent" is rarely the deciding factor.
Traveling the world for thousands of years, Delarione has seen countless geniuses do nothing in their lives, return to dust, and never even discover their own talents. Ramon has missed his prime—and with luck, Mr. Ramon is willing to let go of that naivety that would only hold him back. Even if he is unable to join the ranks of the top powerhouses, he still has the opportunity to become a well-known warrior in the mercenary guild.
With bad luck, he will quickly die for his own senseless benevolence.
The abyss sage originally thought so.
It's really interesting, Della Laineen couldn't help but smile on his face. Ramon is not only still alive, he is even turning into some kind of creature that he cannot measure—
The head of the tumbleweed had the tiredness that is characteristic of human lack of sleep on his face, but his strength did not weaken, and he looked extremely awake. The youthful feeling of youth has completely disappeared, and the original sense of gentleness is still there. Beneath that soft temperament is no longer innocence, but an unfathomable undercurrent.
And the pressure that chills down your spine.
For a split second, Dellalainn almost thought he was in front of him.
No, even stronger. Although he has forgotten the memories he obtained from the withered castle, the sage of the abyss can still infer one or two through the feedback from the horizon. Oliver Ramon destroyed the Wither Castle, and it may not be a simple power awakening...
Has the experiment of the Flesh Furnace succeeded after all
Della Lenien pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled more meaningfully: "Old rules, I'm here to exchange information. We've done business a few times, and you're a pretty good trading partner."
"It's a coincidence, I'm going to visit you too." Oliver took a sip of tea and glanced at the small door at the corner of the living room from the corner of his eyes. "Why don't you say it first."
On the other side of the door.
"Stop squeezing!" An Yong grinned and grinned. "Jesse Dillon. I don't care if you're Danny or something, just do it, it won't kill you to get back into human form."
"If you'd like to be in the same room with me, who is not fully clothed, Madam Queen." Jesse sighed and turned her head hard in the small space. "I said, the next door is enough, you have to eavesdrop here."
"The soundproof circle is the limit." Adrian stood calmly, even though his whole body was about to be submerged in white long hair. "This is one of the few magic circles allowed in the royal castle. Even if Jesse can ignore these taboos, it can't completely cover up the fluctuations of the magic."
"That's because I'm recovering." Jesse didn't sound too happy. "If it wasn't… forget it."
The white beast squeezed Adrian against the wall with malicious intent, but the knight leader remained motionless.
"Shh, shh—" Ann, apparently not interested in admiring the half-naked god, stretched out her index finger and compared her lips.
"...I saw the true face of God, of course, in the memory of the gatekeeper."
Dellalienne's voice came from the crack of the door.
"Similarly, I also experienced the oppression of a god himself. Interestingly, when my other body moved near the entrance of the abyss, I felt the exact same intimidation. That feeling of hitting the soul, I will never admit it— After calculating the time and location, the reconnaissance team happened to be operating nearby at that time.”
Oliver was silent.
"So, I investigated things related to this reconnaissance team. Jesse Dillon and Adrian Cross happened to be in that team, and they were also the few people who survived consciously."
"What do you want to say?"
"I don't think a bruised team that has just escaped from the depths of the abyss would have the heart to choose that point in time to spy on the gods. So I'm leaning towards other explanations - what did they do to be called '' God's thing is angry."
Adrian, who didn't know the details, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jesse. The latter put his huge head against the corner of the wall, refusing to look at him. An Ze rolled his eyes and placed the sullen grey parrot on his relatively loose left shoulder.
"I want to know the details." Della Lenien's tone became more and more earnest. "Ah, you don't seem to be surprised... Also, after all, if the Flesh Forge is successful, you should be qualified to observe 'that thing'. It seems that you have seen it and know the specifics of this matter."
Oliver didn't change his face. In terms of qualifications and eyesight, he believed that he was no better than the sage of the abyss. Right now, he didn't want to spend time doing useless dealings with Della Laineen.
"Yes." He replied simply.
"Looks like you have an excellent bargaining chip." Delarion's eyes were slightly wet with excitement behind the lenses. "Great, great—what do you want to know? Anything I can give."
Oliver twitched the corners of his mouth, he stood up, he walked to the wall by the window, and opened the black wooden box like one of the decorations in the room.
Della Laineen almost lost his seat. Fear etched in his bones made his feet weak, and reason forced him to maintain a relatively decent sitting position.
The black wooden box was enough to hold two adults, and it was engraved with countless gorgeous spells. At first glance, it could almost be called a work of art. The wooden box was opened, and a huge alien skull was exposed.
Multiple eye sockets are empty, and teeth are long and sharp. Even if there were only faint magic fluctuations left, the chilling chill made one couldn't help but step back.
Oliver stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the white skull. Immediately, he withdrew his hand and made a few simple gestures in the air.
"I temporarily suppressed the remaining magical fluctuations." Oliver turned around and looked at the pale-faced Abyss Sage. "You can look closer."
"Ulysses' skull." Deralainen stood up a little unsteadily, blood flushed from her pale cheeks. "If Euro... sorry, gaffe. Let me see."
The abyss sage walked to the black wooden box and looked at the broken skull in the wooden box with amazement. Sunlight filtered through the window, streaming down the pale bones into shadows.
"You are much more interesting than I thought."
Delarion looked eager to touch it, and hesitantly stretched out his hand, then withdrew.
"...But as Flint Lopez's only son, it's not surprising that you know a little secret."
"This thing used to connect the subterranean and the abyss, I'm pretty sure. Now that it doesn't have much power left, I want to fix its circuit. You should be more familiar with how abyss magic works than anyone else." Oliver didn't discuss himself with the demon. The meaning of life experience directly made a request.
No, his lover is actually more familiar. He added bitterly in his heart.
"Well, it has been dealt with by the Holy See of Humanity, and it has been damaged a lot. This is indeed a problem." Della Lenien's eyes were glued to the skull. He couldn't wait to raise his hand and draw a string of weird black circles in the air.
Then the smile on the face of the abyss sage disappeared.
"I might be able to restore it to work, but like I said, it's in poor condition. Even if I fix the circuit, it won't last long—a few days, as much as a month, and it will fail again. To do business, I have to tell you in advance the possible risks.”
"… "
The demon inserted his fingers into his long red hair and pulled them behind his ears: "In addition, I must say that even if the circuit is restored, it will be directly connected to the consciousness of the demon king. If you want to test this book The ability status of the Demon King, connecting his consciousness will not help at all."
"It's him," Oliver whispered, sighing, and raising his voice again. "I understand, please fix the circuit."
"I refuse." Della Lane shook her head.
Oliver frowned.
"...you're hiding something from me. I don't do business that's too bright and vague. I need to know what you really want, and more comprehensive intelligence will help me fix it better."
Della Lenien abruptly stretched his face closer, his dark green eyes like turbid river water.
"Yes, I am willing to give anything for the knowledge of God. But fixing the devil's circuit is very risky, maybe I can get a better price. I'm the only one in the world who can fix it, Mr. Ramon. I Pretty sure."
"By the way, I know that you are now the equivalent of a 'god' in the cradle. Even if I lose my memory, I have my own source of intelligence. If you want to use this as a bargaining chip, I have to say, I will be very disappointed."
Oliver pondered for a moment.
"I need to think about it for a while."
"That's what doing business looks like." Della Lenien smiled brightly.
Oliver lowered his head and rubbed his fingertips against the Demon King's skull, which was warmed by the autumn sun.
He looked at it sadly and tenderly for a long time without saying a word.
"It's okay to tell you the truth, but we have to make a contract first. I have to make sure that you won't hinder our plan after learning the truth." After more than ten minutes, Oliver finally raised his head again.
"Let me refuse again."
Della Lennion rubbed his knuckles on his lower lip, smiling like a slick hunter.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to be your enemy, Mr. Ramon. The reason is simple—the contract between us probably won't count."
Oliver made a polite questioning look.
"You are a 'god' who has not yet grown up and has infinite possibilities, and I am just an ordinary superior demon. Even if our strengths are barely similar now, as long as you want, you can leave me far behind. From Fundamentally, we are not of the same level of life, and such a contract is not stable - as long as you want, you can unilaterally break the contract."
"I don't trust you." The abyss sage admitted frankly.
Another game.
Oliver was stunned, then closed his eyes and tried hard to think about his next move.
"I can." Before he could think of a countermeasure, a familiar voice came.
The grey parrot pecked at the glass and squeezed itself out of the decorative window above the small door.
"… I and you are both demons." Bagelmore raised his chest a little tremblingly, "Our contract is equal!"
"Hmm." Elder Della Layne pressed the parrot's head like, "How can you guarantee that Mr. Ramon will not treat you as an abandoned child? You know, once Mr. Ramon violates the contract, he will pay It's you who pays the price."
"I don't know!" cried the grey parrot. "Ramon is a complete idiot, and I... I might be a idiot, too. Anyway, I wanted to kill him in the first place, maybe even his life."
After saying that, it ran to Oliver. Oliver bent down and took it in his hands. The parrot's sharp claws made his palms hurt a little.
"...that's what it says," the grey parrot murmured, trembling even more. "You, you don't really betray me."
"I swear, Bagelmore." Oliver didn't mean to joke. "I swear by my future."
"It's about the same." Bagelmore plucked the hair on his chest for a while, and seemed to have begun to regret his impulsive behavior at this moment. "Come on, Della Lanene!"
The dim light of the Demon Pact filled the morning parlor.
After two hours.
After learning the truth, Della Reinen was calmer than everyone else.
"My impression of you has changed a lot, Mr. Ramon." The abyss sage said with emotion, "You are a real lunatic, and I like lunatics."
The matter has already been said, and several people hiding behind the small door have already come out. Dellalainen's gaze stayed on the white beast for a long time.
"The investigation of tumbleweed is definitely Horizon's most failed mission."
After speaking, he stood up and supported the wooden box containing the Demon King's skull with both hands.
"...Actually, you don't have to worry so much, Mr. Ramon. Even I don't want this surface to fall into chaos or go to ruin immediately. After all, there are so many mysteries in this world, and it would be a pity to destroy them all."
"So I can attach you an idea."
The Abyss Sage stared at the bones in the chest.
"It will keep the surface stable, and it will reunite you with Mr. Wright. Even if Mr. Wright is gone, it will at least keep the world from being destroyed."
Jesse lowered his body uncharacteristically, showing his fangs menacingly: "Shut up, Della Layne."
"You didn't tell them, did you? I thought you were on their side, Lord God."
Oliver straightened his back, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back for a while: "... Please speak."
"It's very simple, I'll fix the magic circuit on this skull. Mr. Ramon takes the opportunity to become stronger, the stronger the better. Then Mr. Ramon will force the summoning - after all, this skull is barely part of the Demon King's body."
Abyss Sage speaks faster and faster.
"No matter what you do, it's fine to call Mr. Wright, or to induce a rational demon king. You need to call the demon king's will to the skull on the surface and cut off its connection with the main body. Then with the cooperation of your companions, you can take the opportunity to kill The body of the Pillar of the World... Ah, you should have an impression. The mission of the Church of the Abyss, the white devil of the Church of Silent, do you still remember?"
Oliver was expressionless.
"Yes, just like Mr. Colestroro's situation. The consciousness is not in the body, the Demon King cannot feel the pain caused by death, and naturally he will not struggle. You only need to prepare the corresponding container to hold the Demon Lord's will - you If your strength is enough, you can spend the rest of your life with your Mr. Wright, or completely wipe out the Demon King's consciousness, that's your choice."
After all, he looked at the young human in front of him.
"Go on." Oliver remained expressionless.
"In this way, it's a win-win situation. Next, you just need to make sure that the corpse under your feet doesn't decay too fast. Even if you don't care, I think it can last for ten thousand years. You see, if Mr. Wright His consciousness is still there, you can continue to live happily, and he no longer has to worry about his own destruction of the world."
Jesse turned her face away, staring at Oliver, her pupils almost constricting into two indistinct slits.
The head of the tumbleweed looked at the devil's skull a few steps away, and was silent for a long time.
"...Thank you." Oliver sighed long, "Go and fix the circuit."
"Oh, you are such a wise man." The abyss sage clapped his hands.
"Ramon!" Jesse bared his fangs, "You—"
Adrian and Ann were silent, and their faces were not very good-looking, while the gray parrot sat there blankly, as if he had not yet reacted.
"...But this time, Della Lenien." Oliver took his eyes back from the skull, his eyes flickering, revealing a glimmer of hope. "Let me refuse."