Nemo knew very well that at this moment they should remain calm and take up the conversation calmly. The truth is the truth, and it is much harder to do it yourself. He brewed for a long time, and finally had to bite the bullet and say "um".
The superior demon in human skin smiled brighter.
"A friend of Mr. Edwards?" The bishop was a slightly fat, kind-hearted old man. He was grinning, his face was ruddy, and he looked beaming.
"One-sided relationship," the demon said, looking away from Nemo. "Then I won't bother you for now, Lord Bishop. I will consider what you said."
The Bishop nodded in satisfaction, "May the glory of Tsinny always shine on you, dear Mr. Edwards—you two, please come with me."
The devil accepted the blessing calmly, and the smile on his face did not change. The bishop stepped into the room first, Oliver took a breath, and followed. And just as Nemo was about to follow, the voice of "Cahill" sounded from behind him—
"What an outsider," he said softly. "If you want to know about Ed, it would be nice to ask me directly."
He winked at Nemo, and for a few seconds his right eye wasn't an ordinary eyeball—a myriad of pupil-like things flowed over the red eyeball, squeezing and merging with each other. Nemo nearly vomited, and he slammed back into the room, slammed the door, and then pushed his back against it—like a thin wooden door could withstand a superior demon.
It was just a piece of flesh and blood from a superior demon. He tried desperately to comfort himself in his heart that Cahill, like Baglmore, was just a piece of flesh and blood, and they were not yet desperate.
When he calmed down and looked up, the Bishop and Oliver were staring at him.
"Your friend... is really mentally unstable." The room was divided into two parts by a silver railing, and the bishop opened the small metal door and sat on the leather chair opposite the railing. Behind him is a spacious window, and the afterglow of the setting sun has added a golden outline to the fat old man, which looks a bit sacred.
The old man snapped his fingers. The other side of the railing—the ceiling, the ground, the surrounding walls, including the wooden door they just passed through, were all sealed tightly by thin silver fences, and the two were instantly locked in a silver cage.
"Don't be nervous, children." The bishop looked at the livid faces of the two and reassured them. "It's a routine that saves us a lot of trouble. Your friend might be in a little pain next time, boy, sit down first." He turned his head to Oliver.
Oliver didn't have time to ask what was going on with "a little pain", when the wall on one side slowly slid open, revealing a huge sacred emblem - the center of the triangle formed by three feathers was no longer blank, but made of silver wire as strokes and cast. A complex array. A white dot the size of a fingernail was embedded in the center of the circle, and it was shimmering silver under the effect of the circle.
Nemo naturally noticed that thing too, but he didn't suffer any kind of pain. He stared at the gleaming white dot and stretched out his hand like a charm.
Even with the light behind his back, Oliver could see the Bishop frowning. He hurriedly unleashed his charm - thank goodness, the bishop's clenched brows relaxed. The expression on his face turned blank.
"Don't touch it yet!" Oliver warned immediately after confirming that there was no problem.
Nemo came to his senses instantly. He stared at the dot in confusion for a moment, then withdrew his hand and turned his gaze back to the bishop.
"Please… um, please tell us everything you know about Adrian Cross." Although the Charm spell went smoothly, Oliver's voice was still a little uncomfortable.
"He's a filthy traitor, a hateful heretic," the bishop said in an unwavering voice. "A man who will do anything for status."
"How?" Oliver asked.
"Adrian Close and Mr. Edwards were friends who grew up together," said the bishop, "and I have to admit that he was a genius to be reckoned with from a very young age - at the time His Majesty the Pope even hailed him as a 'brilliant god' Well, 'The Morning Star'. We trusted him, taught him, loved him from the bottom of our hearts, and believed he was the man of miracles foretold. And he ruined everything!"
Even in a state of being charmed, the bishop's breathing was still rapid.
"He lost all his mana after the Battle of Kandar. He must have done something absolutely blasphemous, I'd say, and I've never heard of anyone whose charism could be wiped out—but even then, Mercer That old guy still trusted him and didn't kick him out! He even allowed that heretic to stay and work at the Inquisition, which is ridiculous."
"But heresy is heresy, and he won't even live for two years - he must have found himself unable to regain his strength, unable to bear his low position, and trying to find other shortcuts to climb up. The heresy actually falsely accused his dear friend, our hero Mr Edwards. It's the superior demon - oh, Danny is just, and he certainly won't let the damn bastard get his way. Mr Edwards's innocence is impeccable, and we found the devil's imprint on that perfidious little man, how ironic."
"Mr. Edwards even interceded for him, but the heretic didn't appreciate it at all. He was determined not to take back his lies, and he refused to mention a word about the engraving, and he probably imagined that someday it would work. I personally I sincerely hope that he will die in the dungeon, of course, Chenni must have his own arrangements - there will be no filth left in Chenni's glory."
The bishop's anger almost overwhelmed the calming effect of the charm spell, and Nemo couldn't help but be taken aback - I have to say, based on the bishop's words, Mr. Cross seems to be quite different from the judge knight commander Ann said.
"No… nothing else?" Oliver tried to keep his voice dignified.
"Except for the fact that he will rot in the dungeon? No more." The bishop's tone was mixed with the hatred of the betrayed.
There was less information than they thought. Nemo sighed silently and nudged Oliver with his elbow. "Ask him what that thing is - I don't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable right now. If I don't figure it out, I may be exposed later after you lift the spell."
"What is that?" Oliver pointed at the huge holy emblem with kindness.
"The skull fragment of the previous Demon King Ulysses." The old man's tone returned to calm, "Before the skull was lost, His Majesty the Pope just took off a piece—a very effective weapon against demons, and even if the superior demons come in person, they will feel uncomfortable after being stimulated. It's a pity that the skull has been lost for too long, and its residual magic power is thinning day by day, and now it can only suppress the demon warlock at best."
Nemo took another look at the small bone fragment, only to feel that his hand was itching to death. He obeyed his heart—he reached over the silver railing and poked it carefully.
As it turns out, some things can't be touched for their own reason - a sharp ice pick seems to have ripped open his skull and slammed through the back of his head. Nemo shook his head sharply, hissing cold air from his mouth. Oliver gave him a disapproving look.
"What were you going to do with us?" he asked.
"Put the shackles on the black-haired child and begin the ritual preparations. He has one evening to embrace his family and loved ones with his hands - and I will invite the nobles to sacrifice them to the Zeni tomorrow at sunrise."
Nemo rubbed his forehead and was about to stand up when Oliver pressed his head down again.
"What are you doing?" he asked angrily.
Oliver didn't answer him, "What is the holy yoke?" He resumed his usual cautious style, and the questions were much smoother. "What is its effect?"
"The sacred bondage that the Sinni bestows upon us, it makes it impossible for sinners to cast spells. If it is not lifted by the hands of those recognized by the Holy See within the time limit, its radiance will burn the body of sinners."
"What kind of unlucky thing is that!" Nemo yelled, crouching on the ground, "Is Ann too reassured about us, is this really okay?"
"Are there any usage restrictions?" Oliver pressed.
"It only works on demons and humans below the strength of a demon warlock."
"...Not the same! What if I'm really just a demon believer—"
"I could insinuate him to think he'd put the shackles on you, but I couldn't charm everyone in the church at the same time... There might be holes left. Nemo, you decide. You're willing to trust Ann Is it?" Oliver's tone was very serious, "I have no right to choose for you."
Nemo held his head and took a few deep breaths.
"Come on." He gritted his teeth. "It's nothing compared to Pandora."
Oliver nodded. He called the bishop to the railing and patted the old man on the arm.
The old man glanced at Nemo, who was squatting on the ground, and his expression became more natural.
"I understand the specific situation, and there is indeed room for recovery." He made a gesture as if he had been talking freely with them for a long time, and the huge holy emblem was hidden in the wall again. "What a lucky boy, God will surely smile at you."
Nemo laughed dryly.
"Come on, stretch out your hand," the old man laughed. "Just a little restraint, don't worry—but remember, be sure to come back here before sunrise tomorrow, or it will cost you your life. You must Wouldn't betray God, would it?"
Nemo exhaled a long breath and stretched out his hands—dazzling white light poured from the old man's fingertips, twisting into two thin glowing chains, wrapping around his arms. The silver fence slowly closed, and the bishop even took a few steps forward and gave Nemo a hug. "May Chenni's glory live forever."
"...May Chenni ignore me completely." When they walked out of the church, Nemo scratched the chain on his arm and sighed bitterly.
An Zheng was leaning against a marble statue of an angel, whose wings blocked most of the figure of the female warrior, and the two of them almost didn't notice her.
She raised her eyebrows at the chain of light on Nemo's arm, "I can't tell, you two are quite obedient."
Nemo rolled his eyes at her. "You'd better tell me you have a way to fix this," he waved his arms pitifully. "I don't want to go back to that shit."
Ann smiled slightly. She softly recited the tongue-in-cheek incantations, then tore them apart with ease—the chains of light turned into blobs of light that slowly dissipated in the air. "Look - Nemo, if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it in such a roundabout way."
Oliver pursed his lips and gave her a deep look.
"I wonder why I know how to unlock the spell?" Ann clearly understood Oliver's eyes. "Don't worry, who didn't click on it?"
"You're not like a Ruddite."
"It's a long story." An Qing cleared his throat, "... So I decided not to talk about it."
"but-"
"If the time comes, I'm sure I won't hide it from the two of you - Nemo!" Her joking words turned into an exclamation.
Nemo fell silently. Oliver responded quickly, grabbing the back of Nemo's neck, preventing him from hitting the base of the marble statue. He tried to wake Nemo up, but the dark-haired youth closed his eyes and breathed slowly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, with no response.
"The holy flail definitely doesn't have this effect," An whispered. "Take him back to the hotel first."
Nemo had a dream.
It was darkness at first, and then he heard someone singing.
Although he wanted more silence at the moment, for the sake of the singing, he decided to endure it. The singer was a young man, his palms cold and sweaty - for some reason, he was taking the man's hand and advancing in the darkness.
"I would like to follow you and walk through the ruins and gunpowder—" the young man hummed, "Sandra, Sandra. The dew on the tombstone is shining... Forget it, this is not very auspicious."
"You can shut up," Nemo suggested unkindly. The voice was not like himself—it was wonderful, and although the content was Common, it was by no means a human voice.
"It's too quiet here." The young man replied, "It's so quiet that it makes people nervous."
Nemo was silent for a while, then opened his mouth tentatively. "Are not you afraid?"
"My love and companions are still waiting for me - I'm so happy, I'm sure to survive! Hey I tell you, my fiancee she..."
"Enough, shut up." Nemo heard himself interrupting the youth, "You've said it nineteen times!"
"Make it all together." The young man's voice was a little aggrieved.
"Not far." Nemo changed the subject. "Human, do you really have the confidence to kill the Demon King?"
"Perhaps." The young man replied, the joy that had just been lost in his voice. "To be honest, since I got here, I've been thinking—"
"...you answer my question first."
"If everyone does their best... can."
"Then I have a request," Nemo heard himself say. "Cut off its head and bring it out of the abyss—so the abyss sleeps longer, just what you want."
"But according to legend, once its corpse touched the ground it would..."
"That's because the previous warriors were too useless." The wonderful voice continued, "Your magic power is amazing - as long as you keep wrapping its head with pure magic power, its head will not be swallowed by the abyss. Your magic power should be enough."
"But you... are you a wanderer? Isn't the Demon King your kind, why are you telling me this?"
"you do not need to know."
"...I see the lights of the team! Thank you so much, kind wanderer." The youth cheered, "God, I don't know how to express my gratitude, or give you this—if you have a chance to go to the ground, You can find me with this, and we can talk about it later."
He shoved something into Nemo's palm.
"It's a life saver after all... My name is Flint Lopez, and I look forward to seeing you again. Do you have anything else to wish for? If I can—"
"I want to take a look at the surface, and one look is enough—but that's not something you can do, human."
Nemo suddenly sat up from the bed, not because of a dream, but because of a bit of coldness. He found himself lying on the soft bed of the hotel, and it was late at night—Oliver was lying beside his bed, fast asleep.
He grabbed Oliver, who was still sleeping, and rolled to the ground. A giant sword swept across the place where Oliver was lying, and then pierced the mattress neatly and inserted into the ground.
"Alertness is good." A low voice came from the darkness, "Why... you could have died more happily."
The light of teleportation magic lit up, and around them was no longer a comfortable hotel room, but a vast desert. A tall man stood in front of them, his whole body covered in dark armor. He casually threw the grey parrot, who was still talking in his sleep, into the cold sand, and raised his great sword again—
"Farewell, boys."
,Wonderful!
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