"Get out of here anyway?" Nemo suggested realistically. "They shouldn't just ring the bell for us."
Ann finally recovered a little from her trance, and with a pale face, she strode up to Adrian—and yanked his collar away.
Nemo: "..." Ann has more hands than he does.
Adrian's front placket was torn open, revealing the magic circle under his collarbone. It seemed that it had just been branded, and the wound was still a little festering, and there was a faint silver light in the flesh and blood. Ann put her finger on the wound unceremoniously, and the silver thread floated out of the pus and blood, circled around her twice, and finally shot away in different directions.
"The Holy See's Seal of Tracking," she explained simply, "I added a little interference."
"Why betray?" There was no emotional fluctuation in Adrian's tone, "This is not something that can be learned by stealing."
"Do I look like those two silly boys?" she gave a short laugh. "You want to figure out 'Which side' I belong to with just one sentence? No way."
"You act together with the superior demon." The former knight commander said slowly, his tone lacked emotion, and it was difficult to guess what he was thinking through his words.
"It's a possible 'superior demon'. Now I don't want to discuss this with you." Ann added impatiently. She raised her knife horizontally and slashed straight at the back of Adrian's neck, but—
"Wait!" Oliver said suddenly, "How long do we have... I mean, time to stay here safely?"
"Half an hour at most." Ann's palm stopped at the back of Adrian's neck.
"Give me fifteen minutes." Oliver stepped forward, still holding the Holy Light Amulet in his hand. "Ann, can you put up a shield outside with Nemo?"
"why?"
"He's not going to come with us." Oliver spoke quickly.
"He's just an ordinary person now, so be honest when you get dizzy."
"We must answer his question first." Although Oliver had no confidence in fighting, he grew up at the entrance of the abyss, and he had been in contact with countless warriors in the inn since he was a child. He knew very well that Adrian Cross had no intention of cooperating at all—the once-famous knight commander was obviously very clear about his situation. He stood indifferently where he was, not even bothering to struggle, but his eyes did not show any signs of weakness. Even if he was chained and abandoned by his faith, he still stood tall and straight like a famous soldier.
Given the worst-case scenario, Oliver wasn't sure if they could parry his death wish.
Ann frowned, she glanced at the amulet in Oliver's hand, pondered for a moment, and then grabbed the back collar of Nemo's robe. "Go out with me and follow my instructions," she demanded succinctly. Nemo hadn't even had time to fight back. He waved his arms a few times in vain, and was ripped out of the door like a sack—only Oliver and Adrian were left in the abandoned house.
Soon even the moonlight streaming into the room through the window disappeared, the two people outside moved their hands, and the black shadow barrier erected by Nemo on the outside blocked all light sources.
"We don't intend to use you." Oliver stretched out his palms facing each other, and the Holy Light Amulet floated in the space between his hands, emitting a dazzling brilliance, once again illuminating the dark room full of signs of decay. "On the other hand, Nemo is indeed likely to be a superior demon, at least a demon warlock. I don't deny this."
"Kane's Angel." Adrian didn't seem to plan to say another word.
Oliver naturally knew what "Kane's Angel" was referring to. Although he was young at the time of the incident, it was horrific enough to be an enduring talk.
There has always been only one way of dealing with people who try to summon a superior demon - whether it is successful or not, the summoner and the beneficiary of the wish will be executed. Demon Warlocks can say that superior demons have always been good at disguising, and no one can tell whether the summoner failed to summon or has been successfully possessed.
And in the town of Kane, a team of judge knights encountered the youngest summoner ever - a skinny boy with tears in his eyes in dirty clothes of the wrong size. He is said to have been found shivering in a corner, clutching a mouldy piece of bread. The child insisted that he knew nothing and only sent a signal to the abyss at the request of the stranger, and the abyss did not respond to him. And the wish he made was equally simple and straightforward, he just wanted to find the parents who abandoned him.
At that time, the trial knight who led the team relented. He may have lost to the child's tears of fear, or been shaken by a situation that was too tragic. Instead of ordering an attack, he decided to judge this as a false alarm. The trial knights put away their silver swords, mounted their horses, and left the beautiful and peaceful town.
Half a day later, more than 5,000 people died in the fire. The town of Kane has completely disappeared from the territory of Garland.
After a month, the Knights of Judgment, which paid a huge price, finally eliminated the superior demon who had a strong desire to attack. At that time, the trial knight who led the team held the thin corpse in his arms and stood in front of the statue of Zeni in the Penitent Church, and died of hunger strike.
Since then, no matter the dying old man, the pregnant woman who is about to give birth, or the innocent child, the sword of the knight of judgement will never survive.
So Oliver knew exactly what the other party wanted to express.
"I know," he responded calmly. "I don't think I'm doing the 'right' way. I wouldn't say I've known him for a long time, and of course he's probably been acting all along—"
"...But I don't mind." Oliver concluded seriously, and Adrian's eyes became colder.
"He's saved a lot of people—and me, more than once," Oliver continued. "Nimo did use his powers, but he used it to save. Even if it's a disguise, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Good. Mr. Cross, Nemo Wright is not a fool, he knows what his power means."
"You are not qualified to represent that others don't mind."
"Yes, I didn't. But I'm not qualified to judge him on behalf of others either. I understand your honor and responsibility, you have your position, and I'm just a small person with no ambition in the world. I hope you don't misunderstand, I don't I don't want to convince you."
He folded his hands, crossed his fingers, and wrapped the Holy Light Amulet in his palm. The pale flame ignited in an instant, and its light was no longer soft and became extremely scorching. The ground beneath their feet disappeared, and nothing but pure white remained in sight except for each other.
"After what just happened, I also know what my power means. You're an expert, Mr. Cross. Tell me—can this destroy the flesh and blood left on the surface of the higher demons?"
Adrian Cross looked at him deeply and was silent for a moment.
"can."
"I'm still not very well controlled." Oliver said slowly, "If one day, I find out that everything is a lie, and he really intends to attack innocent people, I will kill him myself— Even if it's the end of it. And until then, I'll be by his side and go with him. I know it sounds a bit arrogant, but I'll work on it."
"If it's you, you should be able to see if I'm lying."
The sound of shattering sounded, and the shadow shield erected by Nemo was shattered by the overflowing light. Oliver let go, and the Amulet of Light fell to the ground with a soft sound. As the dark shadow dissipated, the remaining silver brilliance gradually extinguished, and the bright moonlight illuminated the uneven ground again.
"You don't need to trust him or my judgment. Trust the promise. You have an acquaintance who wants to see you. Before you meet, I hope we can work together briefly. If you insist on I will definitely not stop you from leaving."
Adrian fell into a long silence. He stared into Oliver's eyes, and Oliver did not avoid his gaze. He stared at the other party's dark brown eyes calmly and stubbornly, even if the aura baptized by blood and fire made the soles of his feet feel a little weak.
"Okay." Finally, Adrian spoke again. "But I hope you're clear—I'm not calling for help, and I don't like being rescued by people talking about themselves. I'll be back."
"That kid made a lot of noise, we should be able to go in." An pressed one shoulder and moved his neck. "Are you addicted to squatting in the corner? Tell me, Nemo, are they done talking?… Hey, what's the matter with you?"
The black-haired youth leaned back against the wall and squatted outside the window. His arms were wrapped around his knees, and his face was buried between them.
"Has he dealt with Cross?"
"It should be fine." Nemo raised his head, the expression on his face was calm.
Ann walked up to him and looked him up and down. "You have something to tell me." She said firmly.
"Ann, you know Adrian Cross will recognize me," Nemo said softly in a sure tone. "You already knew that."
"If he doesn't even have the eyesight, the old men in the Holy See who are holding him can line up and jump from the bell tower." Ann stretched out a hand to him, "If Clos couldn't accept you at all, I wouldn't be stupid enough to sacrifice. Teammates to get in on his shit. Are you really all right? Well, sorry, I shouldn't have let you eavesdrop. But look, I've got to stand on the outside and cover for the two of you—isn't that Oliver kid? What did you say you shouldn't have said?"
"No." Nemo smiled. Ann was taken aback, she had never seen Nemo Wright show such a relieved expression. "On the contrary, I can finally get a good night's sleep."
He didn't consider the power in him a blessing, nor did he consider it some kind of sin. Instead of joy and fulfillment, it brought him a terrifying emptiness—like stepping on cracked ice, every moment engulfed by the fear of an impending fall. He couldn't find the point of focus, and he didn't dare to take a step forward, let alone find the truth under the ice. Nemo never wanted to imagine what awaited him—the power was so great that it might make him lose himself. And when that moment came, nothing could hold him back.
He originally thought so. And he now has a small foothold, and a pair of hands to hold him.
Nemo stood up briskly and walked into the house. Leaving the confused Ann behind - the female warrior shrugged and followed closely behind.
Everything in the room was the same as when they left, and the two people in the room didn't even move a step. Nemo adjusted the collar of his gray robe, leaned over to Oliver, and looked at the Holy Light Amulet in his hand with interest - while Oliver moved a little uncomfortably, his eyes wandering with a guilty conscience.
Adrian's face was still cold, and his attitude did not improve at all. It's just that when Ann approached, he took the initiative to speak, and the volume was so loud that everyone could hear it.
"Then, this lady who doesn't want to reveal her origin." He asked slowly, "Why did you follow them?"
"Shut your fart-"
"Is it because of that prophecy?"
,Wonderful!
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