plan to start
After leaving his father's memory, Godwin clenched the book in his hand and did not speak for a long time.
Oliver stood there nervously, holding his breath.
"I thought maybe he was 'wrong' from the start. But I never thought he was so wrong." Godwin's eyes were a little red.
Under the shadow of the crime of murdering his father, he had thought that he would never be able to reconcile with himself.
By the end of his father's life, he was still not good enough, not perfect enough - Godwin somehow sensed his father's almost pathological paranoia and tried to break free. It's a pity that the chain has been rooted in his soul for too long, engraved with order and justice, and he can't start.
until today.
A father is just another "person". An ordinary human with blood on his hands like himself, confused and small.
"Brother..." Oliver looked eager to pat him, but didn't know how to reach out his hand naturally.
"Thank you, Oliver Ramon. The apology he left... is very, very important to me."
Godwin found himself able to breathe freely for the first time in a long time. The spiked burden on his back was removed in an instant, and his feet were a little weak. Sadness and anger still lingered in his chest, surrounded by soft relief that no longer made his heart cramp.
He will still use the holy sword to protect human beings, but next, there will only be his own will. The ghost of the biological father who was babbling in the nightmare finally left, and after a long emptiness fell, his pain finally hit the ground and got an end.
In this mixture of pain and ease, my thoughts are like being soaked in wine. Godwin let out a slow breath. "We can continue, Oliver, about your plans."
He paused for a few seconds, trying to get used to the new way of addressing him for a while.
"It's only been half a month. Is your left ring finger a wedding ring? You don't seem to be the type to have a new love so soon, so can I guess—"
"Nimo is not dead." Oliver had no plans to hide.
In any case, Oliver couldn't force himself to feign grief in front of Godwin, nor did he intend to use his unknowing cousin to accomplish his plan.
If it was the current Godwin, at least he would be given time to seriously explain.
"Looking at you now, I'm not too surprised. To be honest, I have never heard of a superior demon who has lost self-awareness. But if Mr. Wright's body is strong enough and his consciousness can support the destruction circle, there is indeed a little bit of it. The possibility of survival." Godwin nodded.
Then he frowned: "You're wearing that ring... Wait, did you meet again after that?"
"Uh, yes."
"Oliver, there is one thing I have to make clear. I am very grateful for Mr. Wright's dedication to the surface, and I will not take this sentence back. But if you want to sacrifice a human being, let Nemo Wright split the flesh again and return by summoning demons. On the surface—"
Godwin's expression turned serious, and he fixed Oliver's eyes firmly in front of him.
"No no no." Oliver waved his hand quickly, "This is what I want to discuss with you. In a few years, Horizon will definitely be selected to participate in the expedition."
"Well, that's true," said Godwin neatly.
"I might need your help."
"...What does this have to do with Mr. Wright?"
"He's what you call the Demon King." Oliver licked his lips nervously.
"… "
Godwin took a step back and began to think seriously about whether he should have been drinking the wine. It may not be a bottle of light fruit wine with almost no alcohol, but a fruity spirit that has been placed on the wrong shelf.
This must be the only possibility, otherwise he can't explain the absurd sentence that is spitting out of Oliver's mouth now.
The head of Horizon turned his head stiffly, and the tumbleweed guys must have heard it too. But the laughter not far away continued, and no one even turned their eyes away.
"I said, if you lie to me again—" Godwin said dryly, reaching for the table beside him.
"I didn't lie to you. You can tell Debbie that Nemo is alive. As for Nemo's identity..."
"Kalapan of the Mooney religion felt Ulysses underneath. Although I'm not familiar with Ulysses' breath, at least I can tell that the breath is extremely powerful."
Headline Horizon's voice was mixed with daze and suffocation.
"There is already a demon king operating at the bottom of the abyss. Wright is the demon king? It's impossible—"
"He is." Finally, a few steps away, Adrian Cross, who was aware of Oliver's predicament, spoke calmly.
Godwin suddenly hoped that this time Oliver was really lying to him, but unfortunately the other side's green eyes very similar to his own were full of deadly sincerity. Godwin lowered his gaze subconsciously and saw the wedding ring again—well, the world might have gone mad, he thought numbly.
He can accept that his father is a paranoid murderer, and he can accept that the hero Flint he has been chasing for more than ten years is a phantom in the beginning. He can accept that the prophesied end is not himself, and he can even accept the fact that he will never be able to surpass Oliver Ramon in his life.
But to make him accept that his cousin is engaged to the Demon King...
Godwin's hands trembled a little.
"That prophecy says 'his sword will bring the real end,' Oliver. It's 'sword,' not 'wedding.' You—okay, let's not talk about that thing at the bottom of the abyss. Let's just assume Wright does. It's the Demon Lord, and then what? You even told me this, and it's only 'part of the truth'?"
"The remaining truths are not related to the safety of the surface - I can swear with all my heart that Nemo will not attack the surface. I have signed a contract with him, and he will definitely not take the initiative to attack the surface."
Oliver rubbed his hands together, unable to hide the happiness on his face. He pulled out a shimmering crystal and slyly digressed.
"Here's a phonograph with Nemo's words on it, hope you can give it to Debbie, it might make her a little better. Yes, the voice is real. Nemo's body is still there, then It's him... uh, his appearance as a demon king."
Godwin gritted his teeth, suddenly feeling the urge to punch the cousin. Under this terrifying topic, his thinking is like a rusted cog that may stop at any time, but the other protagonist of the dialogue is acting like a happy newlywed man.
"Your plan."
He squeezed the words out of his teeth, word by word, full of chills.
"Your strength, your plans, show me right now. Otherwise—"
…
It turns out that "otherwise" he couldn't do anything to Oliver Ramon either.
Just like the legendary Tin Soldier mercenary group, after that, the tumbleweed rose at a terrifying speed. Countless intelligence later proved that the strength that Oliver Ramon had shown in front of him was just a small tip of the iceberg.
According to people's rumors, tumbleweed is destroyed wherever it goes. No matter how unrealistic the task may sound, this four-man team never fails.
Pulling himself out of his memory, Godwin rubbed his temples violently, draining the cold juice from his glass.
With summer approaching, the night comes very late. Shortly after dinner time, it wasn't completely dark, but the tavern he was in had turned on all the magic lights. Several mosquitoes fluttered around the lampshade, slamming against the thin glass lampshade from time to time.
When the tumbleweed has truly become the feared "disaster team" in people's mouths. Two years have passed since the day when the shocking information was received.
two years.
At the beginning, with the serious guarantee of Adrian Cross and the strength of Oliver Ramon, he reluctantly accepted the information that "Nimo Wright is the devil of this generation", and digested it for three months before returning to his senses.
"Captain?"
A plate of coarsely salted potato wedges was placed in front of Godwin, who looked up with that hand.
Debbie Wright grew a little taller, but her hair didn't. Compared with the lively and free and easy way when she first joined Horizon, she looks a lot calmer.
Two years ago, according to Oliver, he gave the phonograph spar to Debbie. At first, Debbie just thought it was a fake prop made by Tumbleweed to keep her from being too sad, and she was very determined to express her unwillingness to accept this kind of comfort.
And when he explained the horrific information to the young female mage little by little, Debbie Wright did not refuse and was shocked.
In the beginning, she did show the same daze as herself. But the daze didn't last long, and was replaced by a smile.
Godwin, who was still in a trance, was almost startled by that smile.
"Debbie, he—"
"It's the most powerful demon, I heard it right, Captain."
"you… "
"I'm glad you decided to tell me the news instead of blocking it and declaring an enemy of Oliver Ramon."
"..." Provided he still has the ability to fight Oliver, Godwin thought silently. In a sense, I really want to beat Oliver.
The problem was that Debbie Wright wasn't a naive little girl, and she'd seen no less blood and corpses than anyone on the horizon. In any case, this acceptance rate was too fast, and he couldn't figure it out at the time.
"Well, my attitude may be difficult to understand. I know, maybe I should take a stand and struggle with conscience."
Debbie Wright rubbed her eye sockets, red and swollen from days of crying.
"Captain, I was a very annoying little bastard when I was young, you know? Every time I recall my childhood, I want to hang up and beat my childhood self."
Godwin frowned, wondering what it had to do with what they were talking about. Still, he politely shut his mouth and listened quietly.
"One time, Jenna, who lives next to the Wright Orphanage, had an extra dress. Her family was in the fabric business, and she was very rich, and that dress was really nice—at least for me, who only had old brothers' clothes. The attraction was irresistible. So I ran up to Nemo and screamed and rolled around, begging him to buy me one of the same. Of course, it was a coquette, but I didn't have any hope of it myself."
"Old Patrick was out and about, and my eldest brother would be exhausted just feeding our group of kids. If it was me, if I saw something like that howling and rolling in front of my eyes, I would have beaten him first. He was only about ten years old at the time. Aged... well, now, it should be 'looks' to be in his teens."
The young female mage rubbed the tip of her red nose and smiled embarrassedly.
"Nimo just asked me to get up, don't make trouble anymore, go and help peel the beans. He'll find a way about the skirt... Captain, my eldest brother went to Jenna's house to work as a porter for a few days, and let Jenna's father get a piece of it. High-end cloth. Nemo, who stayed up all week night, seriously sewed one for me."
Godwin thought for a few seconds about Nemo Wright's true identity, finding he didn't know what to say.
"But I was a total asshole when I was a kid. The dress was great, but the style was completely different from Jenna's. Now that I think about it, that color and style might have worked for me... but I wore that dress and started rolling around again, Screaming to be exactly the same, even the jewel buttons to be exactly the same."
Debbie covered her face with her hands and let out a low sob.
"Nimo was still not angry. Instead, it took him a long time to make changes. During that time, our family was short of money. He was helping people everywhere. He was obviously very tired. I... I cried and told him not to continue, but he Still got it done carefully - it's still not the same as Jenner's, but it's a perfect dress. I haven't seen anything more refined than that until now."
"He told me that crying is not good behavior and he won't respond next time."
"'But it's a birthday present, Debbie. I know old Patrick made up our birthdays, and it doesn't count at all, but I want to give it to you anyway. You're a genius, not meant to wear our old clothes and cry Get attention by acting coquettish. You can go to a higher place. I asked Jenna's dad, that dress is worth ten gold coins - I'll sew it for you once, and the next one, I hope you can buy it yourself Himself.' . . . he told me."
"Captain, that was the first time I touched something that didn't belong in my world. It made me realize that there is at least one person in the world who thinks that I deserve such good things, and can even achieve something."
"Whether he is a demon or a demon king, I don't care what he is. As long as he is still him, then he will always be my relative."
"He's still alive, isn't he? I'm really…really happy."
Debbie Wright in memory has never smiled so brightly.
Godwin brought the empty glass to his lips, and was snapped back to reality by a snap of his fingers in front of him.
"Captain, you're distracted again. That cup is long empty." Debbie retracted her hand, squeezed a potato nugget, and carefully stuffed it into her mouth.
"Reminiscing for a while." Godwin pressed his temples again.
"I understand, I understand." Debbie's voice in casual clothes was lighter, and the hair that fell to her cheeks was pulled back behind her ears. "After all, I haven't seen each other for two years. I still miss Oliver and the others."
"It's time for them." Godwin glanced at the time.
"Guess how they'll get here?" Debbie giggled, playing with the ends of her hair. "If the banner of tumbleweed is used directly—"
Her voice was a little higher, and when she heard the word "tumbleweed", several of the men drinking around choked on her and looked around vigilantly.
"If I hear that the 'Ash Knight' Oliver Lopez is coming here, the people in this tavern should run away."
"Ash Knight." Godwin, who was also dressed in casual clothes, smiled wryly, "If he hadn't sent me that hapless pile of letters like a tourist diary, I might have taken this title more seriously."
"Whose letter are you saying is like a sightseeing diary?" a smiling voice interjected.
Oliver Ramon was dressed in simple linen clothes, his soft hair was slightly longer, but his face remained unchanged.
"Hi, big brother." He greeted happily, "Now that the day of the expedition is set, it's time to start planning."