Oliver washed quickly. He didn't seem to have any desire to chat, and went straight to his bed, then wrapped himself in a thin blanket into a cocoon with his back to Nemo.
Nemo lost his only nightgown, and he had to slip back into bed in his daytime clothes. There was still the hole left by Witherspoon's greatsword on the deck of his bed—it was screeching loudly as he tried to lie down.
The high-pitched noise echoed in the quiet room, bringing an inexplicable aura of embarrassment. Nemo crossed his fingers and lay on his back like a corpse, not daring to move. But after all, his endurance was limited, and it was not pleasant to lie on the broken wood—he tried to roll over, and the noise suddenly cut through the silence again.
"…Come on, let's squeeze," Oliver said with his back to him.
Nemo grabbed the pillow and rolled over and sat up, then hesitated: "But you know, I..."
"We won't be able to sleep like this - or do you really think I'm going to be too scared to sleep?"
After that, he moved to the side of the bed, leaving a space barely enough for one person. Nemo arranged the pillows graciously and lay down carefully—he turned to the edge of the bed, the overly soft mattress quickly taking over his mind.
"Aren't you really afraid?" he muttered vaguely with his back to Oliver.
"I'm afraid," Oliver replied simply, "I'm afraid you're always thinking about this. Do you remember 'Dirty Jack'?"
"The madman who hacked to death his wife and children?"
"That kind of people really scares me, sleep."
"You're right," Nemo yawned, "compared to him I'm very… upright…"
His breathing was slow and he fell asleep very quickly.
Oliver rolled over carefully. One side of the mattress dented because of other people's weight, which made him not used to it - he had never slept in the same bed as anyone else since he could remember. The other party also had some wet black hair scattered on the pillow, exposing one side of the neck. He can reach out and touch it.
This man had just split the sky, but now he was sleeping normally in front of him, making a small snoring sound.
Oliver quietly stretched out his fingers and dried the other person's hair again. No longer bothered by the dampness, Nemo smacking his lips in satisfaction, rolled over, and arched again into the soft pillow. Oliver slowed his breathing for a moment, fearing that his breath would be sprayed on the other's face. His calming heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably again—his eyes slid from the other person's eyebrows to his lips, and he couldn't help recalling how it felt for a few seconds as they covered his wounds.
He quietly propped himself up, approached carefully, and gently kissed the other's forehead.
"Good night." Oliver sighed softly.
Nemo slept well. In fact, he was counting on himself to have another dream, preferably an encyclopedia about his life. But when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright. Oliver had already changed his clothes, and he was flipping through the books in the room on his chair, nibbling fruit by the way.
Nemo looked to the side expectantly—his bed still showed a miserable gap, and pieces of wood were scattered on the floor next to him.
"Don't look at it, it's not a dream." Oliver made up the last blow ruthlessly, raised his hand and threw a fruit. Nemo scrambled to pick it up, but it still hit him in the nose.
"Do you want to kill me?" He covered his nose and complained angrily.
"Then I'll throw the Zeni statue, maybe it'll work better," Oliver said thoughtfully. "Okay, sorry—but you'd better get up quickly, Ann tried to break the door just now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried knock on the door sounded immediately.
"It's serious business this time!" Ann growled angrily outside the door, "I don't care what Nemo Wright is, if he dares to sleep until noon, I'll fucking hang him from the ceiling myself—"
Nemo jumped out of bed, stumbled to the door, and quickly opened it. "I'm awake, sir!"
Anchong gritted his teeth.
"Bad news this morning." She scratched her chestnut hair shorter than Oliver's, looking a little irritable. "The offerings for the blessing festival are set."
"What's that?" Nemo asked cautiously.
"The festival of the Radhist religion. It is necessary to let the big man smoke a few unlucky eggs and 'dedicate' it to God." Ann was too lazy to hide his sarcasm, "Guess who this time... Forget it, guess the fart, that guy Klos was killed. Chosen as an offering - hell, I should have known!"
"That's why you were in a hurry before?" Oliver threw another fruit to Ann, who snapped it without looking at it.
"That's right, the whole Hiram will be in a spree, an annual opportunity. Now it seems we're not the only ones thinking about it - that fake Cahill must have thought about it too, and he's still Trying to get rid of Cross. Things are getting in trouble, let's go get the deposit back. Waiting for the test next quarter..."
"So they're going to execute someone who didn't lie?" Oliver put down his book.
"At least Cross still has a demon imprint. Do you know how many people the old school executed for the word 'blasphemy'?" An twitched the corners of his mouth.
"But trading with the devil is not necessarily voluntary. Didn't he lose his power? We just quit?" Nemo frowned.
"Otherwise? The guards of the sacrifices in the Heresy Trial will be more strict, and there will be a lot of trouble if you continue to go further. Stepping back, even if we can bring him out, Mrs. Edwards still doesn't know if it is under the control of the devil. Adrian Cross is dead." She took a bite of the fruit and concluded bitterly.
"We may be one of the few people who know that he didn't lie," Oliver said slowly, "I... I don't really want to give up now. Personal opinion, even if we don't take the prison, it's good to find out the truth within the limits of our ability. ."
"I agree." Nemo raised a hand. "I'd suggest asking Cross in person—if that's possible, of course."
"I wanted to ask before, what's wrong with the two of you?"
"He may be innocent, I don't want to pretend not to see... Anyway, we have nothing else to do right now. Ann, is there really nothing that can be done?" Oliver's voice was very sincere. "This is not a requirement. After all, you are the most experienced among us. If there is really no way, we will definitely not force it."
"My side is very simple. The only person who knew the truth didn't turn a blind eye to me for fear of trouble." Nemo stood up and pulled the folds on the robe. "I think that's a good feeling. Would like to share it with Mr. Cross if possible."
The female warrior fell into silence and began to pace around the room repeatedly, her face uncertain. When Nemo began to formally consider the lunch menu, she finally stopped.
"That's it." She took a breath. "I'm going to see Mrs. Edwards to see if I can get some more information. Oliver, Nemo, are you sure you're going into this muddy water?"
"Sure."
"That's right."
"Well, there is no way to get close to the sacrifice." She raised her eyes. "You can be locked in the depths of the dungeon. Oliver, follow yesterday's script, you go and tell Nemo."
"… what?" Oliver blurted out.
"Cross has been in prison for less than a year, and he is a human who has lost his power. They will not lock him in too deep. Originally, we could get in touch with him by pretending to be a guard. But the sacrifice will not work, and the sacrifice will definitely be destroyed. On the bottom floor, and near the bottom are usually the demon warlocks—if there are any—and the stronger demon followers. Now tell me, are you still going?”
"I… um, is there a way to get it out again?" Nemo confirms, pinching the fruit—he almost squeezes it into jam.
"Yes, but it's more painful," Ann said, "and Cross may not want to talk to you."
"How painful?"
"I'm sorry, I don't have experience as a demon warlock or a superior demon, so I'm not sure. But you can try it later. If you can bear it, we'll talk about the next step."
"Try it?" Nemo looked at Oliver a little uncertainly. "I have no problem here."
"If Nemo himself agrees, I have nothing to say." Oliver stared at the kernel in his hand. "After all, he sounds more unlucky."
"Okay." Ann nodded. "I thought I was crazy enough. You win, lads. Nemo, come here and take your shirt off."
Nemo stopped a little awkwardly and blinked.
"...Or do you want to stay in the dungeon for the rest of your life? I have to draw you a special refuge for the Rad Sect. Let's talk about it first, it will really hurt. After all, the Holy See's magic has always been aimed at the abyss."
"You... you're a lady, it's a bit..."
"I'm only interested in comparing my older men." An took out the pen for drawing the magic circle, and then dug out a small bottle of silver ink from the innermost part of his pocket. "Shy ass, how come there is so much nonsense, let you take it off."
"I'm going to talk to the hotel people about the compensation for getting out of bed." Oliver stood up uncomfortably and quickly left the room.
An Chong raised his eyebrows at his back and snorted meaningfully.
But Nemo didn't feel any pain, it was a little itchy. In order not to make Ann's doubts worse, he did not share the discovery. Ann drew an extremely complex circle on his back, which took a full two hours—the thin lines were like molten silver, and the circle flowed on the skin of his back like a living thing.
After drawing the final incantation, An put away the pen and sighed painfully at the flowing brilliance. And Oliver stood on the sidelines with a sullen face - he had dealt with the innkeeper in fifteen minutes and had to go back to his room. For the rest of the time, his gaze changed from unease to wonder, and finally to sympathy.
After all, the drawing of the array does not allow too much jitter. Nemo was rooted to the floor like a mushroom, and his legs were numb.
"When you're in the dungeon, they'll wash you with holy water... uh, all over you. There should be enough mana in it to trigger it. You've only got one night, Nemo, and it'll send you out at zero—as a Rad Cult The special circle, it will not trigger the dungeon alarm."
"Oliver, after you send Nemo over, meet me at Edwards' house. Remember to ask the bishop for a holy light amulet, you have done a good job in reporting, and he will not be stingy. We must ensure that the wall of sighs is open at zero o'clock, Nemo can't get out with the magic circle alone."
"Go on, you two—if Adrian Cross is indeed guilty, you two owe double what you owe."
,Wonderful!
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