After Mrs. Edwards left, the air at the scene almost froze.
Adrian stood still, not knowing what to think. The mission has been completed, and it stands to reason that they should find a way to leave this ghost place immediately, and even leave this country. But no one moved.
"We..." Nemo tried to speak, but before he could finish speaking, he was almost hit by the grey parrot that was ejected like a cannonball.
"Why didn't you go back?" Its feathers were still stained with sewer mold from somewhere, and black-purple sparks threateningly spewed from its mouth. Nemo coughed dryly and pushed it away silently. "I really don't want to see the head of the gods! Are you going to hang me because of this? Especially you, Wright, you perfidious bastard—"
Adrian finally moved, and he apparated to Nemo and slapped the parrot against the wall.
"Devil," he said softly in a sure tone.
"Ouch—" the grey parrot shouted in a shrill voice, "Look! That's why I don't want to follow. These violent madmen of the Holy See have a virtue in their bones!"
"Mr. Cross, that's... er, mine," Nemo said with difficulty.
"Do demons breed demons?"
"He's a fart demon! He's the thief who stole my power, and he's my servant! How can a waste be compared to the great Bagelmore—" Adrian didn't kill him, and the grey parrot took the opportunity to peck him , and tried to attack with abyss magic. Adrian gave it a sidelong glance and neatly put his thumb around its throat. The grey parrot blinked, muttering that half of the spell was stuck, and the newly formed spell dissipated in an instant.
"This thing doesn't look like a superior demon," Adrian said with a sullen face, turning his head to Nemo. "But you are definitely more than a demon believer."
"Trust me, you won't be able to figure it out for a while." An cleared his throat, "It's harmless for now, I suggest you let go first." Her hand touched the body of the spear.
Adrian narrowed his eyes, dark brown eyes nearly black in the shadow of the sewers. He thought for a moment, took a step back, and the parrot slammed into the ground.
"Bastard!" It was lying on the sticky stone brick, and its tone was very sad and angry. "Have you finished your mission? Are you finished? When can you stay away from this lunatic?"
"Unfortunately, we can't go out of the city now. The Radians must be guarding every exit—if I'm not mistaken, the teleportation pages with coordinates outside the city should also be unavailable."
"But it's not the way to go on like this," Nemo muttered, picking up the parrot lying on the ground.
"Their primary target now should be me," Adrian said, his eyes still on the grey parrot. "Since your mission has been completed, there is no point in staying with me. There are still a few days left for the blessing ceremony. When I make some noise, you can take the opportunity to leave the city." He paused for a few seconds. "Return your favor."
"It's just a mission." An replied coldly, "It's not about human feelings."
"Aren't you going?" Oliver grabbed the point.
"I want to know Joanna's plan." Adrian didn't mean to hide, "I want to see the end."
That air of freezing atmosphere reappeared.
"Actually..." Nemo was the first to break the silence, "Actually, I am also very concerned."
"Me too." Oliver quickly agreed.
"I don't care!" Ann exclaimed, "I... well, I'm a little curious, we can't get out now anyway." Halfway through, her voice dropped quickly.
"I don't care at all! Hurry up and get out of this fucking place, okay? That magician said your mission is done! Did you hear it, it's done! The magicians are not fools, they must have been eyeing you—"
Nemo sighed and squeezed the parrot's beak tightly with his fingers. The parrot stood up furiously.
"It should be less than a week before the festival." Oliver pondered, "Since everyone cares about the same thing, rather than spreading out... Maybe we can act together?" After that, he turned his attention to Nemo.
The grey parrot thumped hard, dissatisfaction beyond words. Ann grunted noncommittally, and Nemo nodded simply: "As long as Mr. Cross has no problem, I'm fine on my side. To be honest, Mrs. Edwards doesn't look very good..."
"How much did she pay you?" Adrian nodded slightly, then asked.
"The deposit is 1,000 yuan, and the bottom line will be five times after the completion of the matter." An did not deliberately embarrass him this time.
"The Edwards family shouldn't have so much money." Adrian frowned. "In the beginning, there was the support of the nobles and the reward of His Majesty, but in the case of Cahill, that little money is simply not enough."
"But Mrs. Edwards doesn't look like someone who will default." Oliver scratched his head.
"She definitely won't, there must be something wrong here. That... Mr. Wright, did you just say Joanna didn't look good?"
"Well, it's just a vague feeling. She's failing, not because of age—she's failing too fast."
"I have to go to the Edwards' house." Adrian's brows tightened. "Better go right away. I'm sorry I can't be with you—"
"Oh, you're sorry for being too early." Ann interrupted him nonchalantly. "That's a good choice, we'll walk with you - don't look like that, the people of the Holy See already know that the task is complete, they don't think we'll be stupid enough to go back. But not now, now our people need to rest. Whatever she's going to do, she'll need time to prepare - we can leave at night."
It may be because of the numerous churches of Hiram, even in the dark sewers, pure-blooded lower-level demons are extremely rare. But there are still many monsters active at night. In order to clean up the area, all four of them stayed up all night. And now above the ground, the sun has risen - those strange roars and screams have subsided a lot.
Although the body transformed by the devil's flesh wouldn't really become sleepy because of this trivial matter, the sleepiness still hit Nemo's consciousness like a tide - starting from yesterday morning when he decided to go to the Church of the Confession to act, to a series of accidents in the dungeon, he The spirit has remained high tension. Now it finally slackened a little, and almost swayed his whole body into the gutter.
Adrian nodded silently, and he sat unequivocally against the wall, upright. And Ann seemed to be in good spirits, and she didn't want to rest at all. The female warrior crossed her legs and sat down not far from Adrian, with her hunting spear flat on her lap, her eyes sparkling.
"You two... won't you rest?" Nemo yawned, finally letting go of Grey Parrot, who immediately spit out a string of unremarkable swear words.
"Get used to it." The two said almost at the same time.
Oliver isn't one of those "used to", he looks better than Nemo, but he can't hide the trance in his eyes.
"You two go to sleep first." Ann glanced at Oliver who shook his head, "Don't be awake when you should be awake."
Nemo collapsed before she could finish speaking, limping up against the wall. But the walls were covered with damp, slippery mildew, and it was uncomfortable to lean on. He adjusted his posture painfully, and at the same time deeply missed the clean and soft bed of the hotel. Extremely sleepy but unable to sleep soundly, for a moment, he even wanted to wipe the wall with a grey parrot.
Oliver rubbed his eyes as Nemo fluttered like a half-dead fish in a frying pan. He sighed and sat down beside Nemo, pressing his head on his shoulder.
It was very hot in the sewers, and it was not comfortable to be close to other people. Oliver, who had been fighting in the sewage all night, knew that his body smelled bad, but Nemo was quiet, he was obviously satisfied with the dryness of Oliver's body - he moved his head a few times and adjusted to a more comfortable position, Breathing visibly slowed down.
Oliver couldn't fall asleep, and the annoying rapid heartbeat reappeared. Nemo's black hair rubbed against his face, Oliver couldn't help but turn his head slightly - maybe it was wrapped in the stench for too long, and he actually felt that the smell of the other party's hair was very good, like the smell of burning wood. A little bit of ash, and there is a faint smell of bitterness left.
He sniffed carefully, looking over the top of Nemo's hair—the sewers were dim now, but slightly brighter than at night. Oliver could distinguish the soft darkness not far away with his eyes. Its owner had already fallen asleep, but it still followed him, quietly guarding him.
And he knew very well that in the hectic battle at midnight, the shadow shield had been silently following behind him.
Oliver sighed softly, he was not a fool, he knew exactly what his heart palpitations meant. He moved his shoulders carefully and kissed the other person's forehead lightly.
"You should have been worse for me," he muttered wearily, a little dazedly. "What shall I do now?"
He closed his eyes, relaxed his tense body, and leaned over as well. His heartbeat was rhythmical and fast, and Oliver could feel his ears warm slightly—but an inexplicable sense of reassurance swept over him, and he soon fell asleep.
"...Wow." An looked back and commented dryly. "I knew it."
Adrian's expression was a little shocked. Anchong raised his eyebrows in a provocative way. "Why, do you want to clear this 'sinful feeling'?"
"No." The former knight commander shook his head. "Love itself is not a sin. I'm just… a little sorry."
"How to say?"
"Sorcerers of demons will lose their ego sooner or later, and it is impossible for humans and demons to love each other," he said. "In either case, there is no outcome."
"You're not a devil, how do you know—"
"Would you fall in love with a monster that is infinitely larger than you, with all your heart?" Adrian shook his head, "and for the superior demons—the truly complete superior demons, I believe they are the ant-like people. Not really interested."
"… well, you win. I can't do it."
"He was just blinded by that human appearance."
"But I think he knows." An was silent for a moment. "I believe he should know better than anyone what you said."
"Yeah." Adrian closed his eyes. "So it's too late for him to give up now."
"He won't give up." An whispered, "I still don't like you."
"… "
"Mrs Edwards, she said she always knew." Ann closed her eyes. "She has always known that 'that thing' is not her son... But I can see that she still loves her 'child' deeply. Even desperate, futile, and doomed love that is doomed to be fruitless, cannot be stopped if she wants to. stop."
"But she made the right choice."
"Oliver isn't that kind of hot-blooded idiot either. He should know how many things in this world are more important than his sentimentality. Whatever you want to say, I won't say a word to him anyway."
"Even if he was doomed to suffer for it?"
"You can't ignore the process," Ann shrugged, casually weighing the hunting spear on her leg, making a rude gesture. "At least they still have the possibility of sleeping, right?"
Adrian turned his head away, completely ignoring her.
Nemo was awakened by a strange touch on his leg. He opened his eyes in a daze—the grey parrot was probably bored, rolling over and over on his legs as a mattress, and slept unknowingly. Nemo subconsciously grabbed it and threw it out at will, and was instantly sobered up by the sound of the stone bricks cracking.
The grey parrot was completely embedded in the stone brick, leaving a deep hole in the solid brick wall. It struggled to squeeze itself out of the stone, and then a string of abyssal magic poured in Nemo's direction without money. Nemo skillfully erected the shadow shield, but unfortunately the movement was too large, and Oliver, who was sleeping soundly, was knocked away firmly and fell onto the stone slab.
Both of them woke up completely.
"The time is just right." An calmly commented, stretching. "Let's go get some food and get under the Edwards' house—how about that, folks?"
Adrian stared deeply at the hole left by the gray parrot in the stone wall, and only made a "uh" sound for a long time.
Nemo smiled embarrassedly, caught the black balls of light thrown by the grey parrot, and threw them into the drains of the sewer one by one. Adrian's eyes became more complicated. Oliver got up from the ground, took a deep breath, and moved his lower joints.
"Sorry, Ollie." Nemo dropped the last ball of light, ignoring the panting Grey Parrot. "I didn't notice you just now."
"It's fine," Oliver replied reflexively, and then he paused for a moment. "You'll notice," he whispered.
"what?"
"nothing."
,Wonderful!
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