Bagelmore answered too decisively, and the entire dining table fell into a moment of silence. Ann and Nemo seemed to freeze in the air, and Oliver swallowed the soup with difficulty, making a particularly loud thud.
"You won't believe me anyway," grunted the grey parrot, "but I advise you to stay away from that guy."
"You don't know his race?" Ann asked tentatively.
"Of course I don't know! He doesn't show his body like Pandoratel. Don't you understand the principle of possession by superior demons at all?" "The most we can bring to the surface is a small piece of flesh and blood - hear it, a particularly small piece! Who can tell where it came from! If we can bring the body up, the surface of the earth will not be a place for you humans to make troubles. La."
After that, it looked at Oliver longingly, and Oliver gave it goosebumps. "Why am I so unlucky, if I had caught Ramon, I'm now..." It swallowed another nut, with erratic yearning in its tone. "Oh, what a talent! You're so ignorant, you can't ask for a high price—"
Oliver stood up, grabbed the grey parrot, and shoved it back into Nemo's backpack.
"Why did I just pick up a waste of money—" Parrot continued to express his feelings aloud in his backpack.
Nemo turned around with a blank face and tied a dead knot at the mouth of his backpack.
"Let's assume it's not lying." Nemo ignored the grey parrot who started swearing in his backpack. "If it's really the worst case... then the other party should also find out that I am a demon warlock."
"Trust me," Oliver said solemnly. "As of late, we'll always have to take the worst for real."
"What do you think he'd do?" Nemo poked the greasy scrambled egg on the plate with his fork, almost smashing it into crumbs.
"I don't know." An said, "Anyway, there are quite a few differences in the personalities of the superior demons that have been recorded. If they encounter a powerful one, they might ignore us, but—"
"He sat in a wheelchair for a long time pretending to be a human being, and he was a more cautious type no matter what." Oliver added, "He must have done it for a certain purpose... Maybe he will kill us."
The three of them sighed and held the cutlery, the table full of frustration.
"Isn't it?" Nemo suddenly realized something. "If he doesn't want to be exposed, shouldn't he kill Cross first? Then find a chance to kill Mrs. Edwards, so that no one will question him."
"Your thoughts are very dangerous..." An Youyou sighed.
"It's easy to explain that he can't kill Cross." Oliver interrupted Ann's sigh, "There is a wall of sighs jointly set up by the cardinals at the Inquisition of Heresy. It is said that it will cut off all inhuman things, only the people of the Holy See. It's impossible for a superior demon to sneak in, except by brute force to destroy the circle - and before that he will be found and besieged by the trial knights. If he wants to keep a secret, he is definitely not stupid Go and attack the Inquisition."
"...you know that." Nemo was taken aback.
"The Wall of Sighs is a famous attraction, and I've always wanted to see it." Oliver scratched his hair embarrassedly.
"But that doesn't explain the situation on Mrs. Edwards' side." Nemo swallowed his scrambled eggs with a chomp. "She's his mother, and should be—wait, Mrs. Edwards told us to bring Cross out of the heresy, so..." He choked in horror and coughed violently.
"It makes sense." Ann frowned. "The superior demons are never short of demagogic skills. If he controls Mrs. Edwards... why doesn't he issue the task himself?"
"We still know too little to guess the outcome." Nemo was a little discouraged.
"Anyway, we have to solve your problem first." Ann patted him on the shoulder, "I don't want anyone to trigger the demon alarm when passing through the wall of sighs." After that, she picked up the plate and cooked the rest All the beans go into the mouth.
"Eat quickly," she said with difficulty. "We have to visit a free monk."
Cahill Edwards—or rather something disguised as Cahill Edwards—draws the drapery, snaps the lock, and gets up from his wheelchair. He walked lightly to the table, running his thin fingers through the air. All the walls of the room were printed with a complex black magic circle, and a turbid crystal column slowly emerged from the air in front of him.
"Vance." He said calmly after the crystal gave off a vague green light. "Your little friend came to the door."
"… "
"He's out of luck." Cahill stretched. After all, this body is human, and sitting for a long time will still make him uncomfortable. "I promise you won't touch him out of interest, but now I'm going to defend myself—it's my right. I don't care what you think about the so-called Demon Lord, Wright is at most the crumbs of that monster's legacy. Scratches always Blown away by the wind, you have to know that."
"As you please. I remember that Hiram's blessing ceremony is about to begin, don't make too much noise."
"Do you have any particular interest in the other two?" Cahill asked. "You're always interested in strange humans."
"No. That's what I said, whatever you want, Della Laineen."
"Okay." Cahill-Deralainen replied softly, "If I can get the scum of the Demon Lord out of his corpse, I'll take care of it and give it to you—as a souvenir."
"Then you have to be careful." Vance's indifferent voice came from the crystal. "You should know better than anyone how dangerous that power is, even if it's just a piece of debris. I don't need any memorials. If you want to do it, you'd better deal with it. Clean it up—if it corrodes your body, it's a lot of fun."
"Ouch, what a thought. Can I take that as a greeting of concern?"
"Just to protect the species diversity of the abyss, and your stupid and huge brains. As our archive, you better be a little self-conscious."
"I'm not going to be involved in this with another body."
"Hopefully, it's not just cats that can be killed by curiosity."
Cahill took a deep breath.
At the same time, in other parts of the continent - the old man in the shade of the tree opened his eyes, the playful and lovely girl lifted the skirt, the middle-aged man who was dozing off against the stack of books wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, the academy was on the parchment The female professor who was writing quickly put down the quill in her hand... The seemingly unrelated people raised their heads and showed the same gentle smile.
The same smile appeared on Thorne's face of the Steel Wolf Mercenary Group. The red-haired youth blinked and spoke with the people in the distance in a brisk voice.
"But I live for curiosity, Vance," they murmured.
Nemo didn't know that Oliver's conjecture about "killing the mouth" had come true. He was clinging to the glass window on the bustling street now - there was another one with him, and Oliver looked at it with the same fascination. A huge model of the universe in the glass windows - the floating stars that flicker with spells float up and down, making dazzling streaks of light in the darkness. It fills the entire window, magnificent and spectacular.
"It's just an astrologer!" Ann exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Are you two twenty-three or three!"
"Three years old." Nemo retracted his claws and carefully wiped off the mark of his palm on the glass. "I'm sorry, Mom."
Ann's eyebrows jumped, and a threatening electric light flashed from her fingertips.
Seeing this, Nemo stood up instantly, pulling Oliver and actively walking ahead. Once he got used to this unfortunate rhythm, he was able to squeeze out a good mood - Ann's subtle sense of indifference disappeared, and he could see that she was a little less defensive about them. This is a rare good sign in recent times.
"I smelled the stink." The grey parrot finally recovered from his sickness and stood on Nemo's shoulders again. "The stink of human gods!"
Nemo didn't smell anything, but rather the opposite—they were standing in a small perfume shop, their nostrils filled with a mysterious, light scent. The shop owner looked around fifty, wearing a monk's uniform without the Holy See badge, and was sitting behind the counter carefully wiping the glass vial.
The Radish monks' uniform is very recognizable - a black robe with three narrow leather buckles on the high collar, which tightly wraps the monks' necks. Radish teachings say they stand for "not credulity, not blind obedience, and not lying," but Nemo really has little interest in the dogma and dogma. Under the influence of the perennial environment, he does believe in the existence of gods, but as an ordinary person who has not had a connection with magic for more than 20 years, it is difficult for him to have a respect for the person in the sky - no matter who it is in theory - beyond the average level of the public.
The free cultivator nodded to Ann, gently put down the soft cloth and vial in his hand, and turned his gaze to Nemo.
"Is that you?" His hair was not completely white, but his voice was already mixed with the kindness that is unique to an elderly person. "May God bless you, my child."
The grey parrot made a loud retching noise.
Nemo was inexplicably nervous, and the monk's eyes reminded him of old Patrick involuntarily. He stroked the folds at the hem of his robe with his hand, not knowing how to answer without appearing too rude.
"Don't be nervous." The monk waved his hand and walked to Nemo. "I heard Ann say probably, you didn't fall voluntarily."
"Bah, fuck you, he's about to take off!" the grey parrot continued to shout, but the monk acted as if he couldn't hear it. He took a few silver needles for himself, stabbed them into the grey parrot's body, and quickly pulled them out—the location was just right, and Nemo suspected that the grey parrot had been interlaced with silver needles from head to toe.
The grey parrot squeaked on the spot, and the black light of the abyss magic immediately lit up. At this moment, the monk just turned around, his back was wide open, and he was defenseless. Nemo subconsciously grabbed the pitch-black ball of light with his hand, but he didn't expect to actually grab it into the palm of his hand—the pitch-black ball was weightless, rhythmically in his palm, like a weird heart. He tightened his fingers curiously, and the ball of light snapped into countless smoke and disappeared into the air.
Oliver and Ann stared at Nemo, who put his hands behind his back and wiped quietly on his robe.
"I'm sorry," he said awkwardly, "… accidentally."
The grey parrot was so mad that he started pecking at Nemo's scalp again.
The monk was carefully putting the blood from the silver needle into the vial, not paying attention to what was going on here. He carefully mixed the liquid in the bottle and turned around again after a full ten minutes.
"It's not a high-level demon," he said. "It has a bit of a high-level demon aura, but now the rank has dropped - there may be many reasons, but you can't be called a demon warlock now, boy."
Nemo could even hear the thud of the boulder hitting his chest, and he turned excitedly to give Oliver a big hug, then spread his arms to Ann - who folded his arms and raised his eyebrows high. Nemo immediately changed direction and hugged Oliver again. Oliver gave a helpless smile and patted Nemo on the back hard.
The grey parrot turned his head and pulled Oliver's hair angrily.
"Excellent," said Ann. "Thank you."
The monk simply nodded.
"But since you have a way to identify the superior demons, why...?" Nemo calmed down from his joy. If the Raddites had the means to distinguish the demons, maybe they could secretly get Cahill's blood—
"Let's not talk about demon warlocks, they can usually be identified by their appearance." The monk said with a good temper, and it seems that this is not the first time that he has encountered this problem. He carefully cleaned the silver needle with magic, and his voice was full of smiles. "Superior demons usually hide the flesh and blood in the skull they occupy, and then strengthen the bones. That can't be pierced with a silver needle - we must have the source blood in the demon's flesh to be sure. That blood can't leave the flesh for too long. , the demons can't be on guard. Otherwise, when they use their mimicry, they won't be able to identify them even if they get fresh blood."
"Your slave demon host is too small, even if it splits the flesh and blood, it can't put the flesh and blood into the skull. That's why I can use this method - it was originally used to identify lower-level demons and intermediate-level demons." He thought for a while. , added. "Child, your demon was indeed a superior demon, so you have retained some of the characteristics of the superior demon. You are really lucky, things haven't reached the point of being irreversible, and you still have time to turn around."
Nemo was startled.
"Go to the Church of Confession, child. It has lost the power of the superior demon, then the bishop can help you remove the filthy flesh from your body." The monk smiled more kindly.
"Okay..." As a result, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Oliver's hard twist on the back of his waist.
"Cutting out the flesh?" Oliver asked.
"Yes," the friar said reverently, "the bishop will help the boy gather his flesh into his hands—"
"—then cut them off, and he'll turn back into a pure and unsullied human being."
,Wonderful!
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