To be honest, Nemo's opinion of Adrian is a bit mixed after knowing the whole story. Even if he wasn't as communicative as Oliver was, he knew that the answer must have something to do with the questioner's perception. Adrian Cross made him a little unpredictable, and he was not sure what kind of answer the other party wanted to hear.
"Hoe the strong and help the weak" sounds general and insincere. "Protect companions" may be a good answer, but Adrian blocked the way first - if they don't take the initiative to cause trouble, there will be no problem in self-protection. And just after going through all this, talking about "justice" is a bit...
So he could only look at Oliver nervously.
Oliver was holding a sword in his hand, and he looked a little more like a warrior than before.
"I have to learn to control power before I can consciously choose to use it or not." Oliver bowed his head solemnly, "That's it."
“…then let me remind you that sometimes 'can do' is more painful than 'can't do it.'”
"I know, I just saw it."
Nemo heard the fog in the clouds, but this did not prevent him from being surrounded by inexplicable irritability. He always felt that he had heard similar conversations, and Oliver should have answered very similar questions, but Oliver's answer at the time was not this.
His head hurts a little.
Nemo was pretty sure he had never spoken more than three words to Oliver in his quiet life before. But he did have this wonderful impression that was almost reminiscent.
He was starting to feel creepy and took a step back. The two people who were talking did not notice his abnormality.
"I see." Adrian nodded, looking not disgusted by the answer. "I can't teach you much, but I'll try my best."
Oliver pressed the sword to his chest and gave a serious battle salute.
"But I'm afraid I can't teach Mr. Wright anything." Adrian glanced at Nemo, "… Mr. Wright?"
Oliver turned his head too - Nemo was as pale as a dead man.
"Nimo, you…"
"I'm fine," Nemo interrupted Oliver bluntly. "Maybe it's just… just a little bit of blood loss, um, blood loss."
"Let's advance to the city." An made a quick judgment, "Get the registration done as soon as possible, and take a night off if you have something to do."
"It doesn't matter, it's not like that on my side—" Before Nemo could finish speaking, a coolness swept across his cheek, followed by a burning pain. A dagger rubbed his face and nailed it straight into the tree trunk behind him.
The wound healed visibly, and Nemo turned around immediately. Just as he was about to command the darkness to stand up for defense, a smiling voice appeared first.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, it turns out that the two of you are already black chapters." With the voice, a figure flashed out from the depths of the forest. "I'm still thinking of earning three thousand gold coins by the way!"
Oliver pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and the movement did not stop because of the other party's explanation.
The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows and into the bright moonlight. The moment they saw each other's face clearly, except for Nemo, who remained nervous, the movements of the other three were slightly hesitant. It's not because of shaking, but because the picture is really unreal.
That face fits in many places, and it fits the bard's description of "a lady's lover." It is also very suitable for religious occasions of various religions, and it should not be here anyway - the person has long brilliant golden hair, which is casually tied with a ribbon and draped over one shoulder. His face was too beautiful, with a hint of innocence, the word "handsome" was not very appropriate.
It's a pity that the people present have long passed the age when they will be deceived by their appearance. After a moment of hesitation, the defensive posture of the four did not waver in the slightest.
"It's wrong for me to attack without seeing it clearly, but that bird is really conspicuous. As soon as I recognize it, it's an occupational disease. I didn't expect you to be a black badge." The blond young man casually pointed to the gray parrot on the side, Looking a little sad. "I'm really sorry, okay?"
The grey parrot was unusually silent. Instead of swearing as before, it stared intently at the visitor, its bird's eyes gleaming with suspicion.
"Sea Scorpion." An glanced at the black seal on the other side's chest and whispered, "It's not a good thing."
"Oh—how can you say that! It's prejudice!" the blond young man clutched his chest. "That spear... oh, it's Miss Savage. The rumors are right, you're as beautiful as a nightingale."
An's face turned pale in an instant, and an electric light blasted directly over.
"I'm just complimenting you!" cried the youth, jumping swiftly aside. "You should have heard of me—Jesse Dylan, your comrade! I will certainly kiss your hand politely if possible... how about you stop first?"
"Are you that Jesse Dylan?" Ann's face was very ugly, "'Viper' Jesse?"
"Look, I'm just here in the forest at night to see if I can find some prey." The blond young man-Jessie shook the small demon corpse in his hand, "Or else. I'll invite you to have a drink, and I'll make amends. how?"
Nobody listens to him. Ann moved in Adrian's direction, looking more alert.
"I've already apologized." The pretty face was full of sadness, "Well, in order to show my sincerity - I just wanted to ask, the one you brought with you is the newly-baked betrayal of the Rad School. Teacher?"
He knocked on the black seal, and the task list they were all familiar with appeared in the air. There is a blood-red text flashing on it, which looks particularly eye-catching.
"The news just now, all the black seals and mercenaries should have been notified - oh sorry, except for a few of you."
"Your target is Mr. Cross?" Oliver sighed and adjusted his breath. "I'm sorry, he's our companion now."
Nemo gestured silently, shadows flowing under his feet—his headache was better, but the nausea from the pain was still there. The amazing thing is that, as the only person who was successfully attacked, he is the most unmotivated at the moment - for some reason, he intuitively has no malicious intentions.
"How could it be!... Even if I'm really short of money, I'd rather watch those old crooks get shriveled." Jessie opened her arms empty-handed, trying to flaunt her innocence. "The former judge knight betrayed the Holy See, this is a masterpiece, why should I destroy it?"
"Then you can leave. I accept your apology." Nemo suppressed the discomfort that rolled in his throat. "At least we won't pack Mr. Cross to the Holy See, you can rest assured... Mr. Dylan?"
"God, you're so polite, I like polite people." Jessie rubbed her hands and took a few steps closer. "But I really want to express my apology—and respect, you guys did what I wanted to do. So how are you going to trust my sincerity? How about tying me up?" proposed.
"... Let's go." Oliver raised his sword with one hand and rubbed his temples with the other. "Leave him alone."
"Let's go. Staying vigilant should be fine." Ann's face twitched twice, seeming to agree. Adrian has turned around speechlessly.
Nemo put away the shadow, grabbed the dazed parrot, raised his heels—and put an arm over him.
"The weather is fine tonight, look at how beautiful the stars are." The blond youth said in a warm tone, leaning on Nemo's shoulders, his beautiful face close at hand. "Those guys are so hot, and getting so hot is bad for your health. Isn't it Wright? . . . May I call you Nemo, Nemo?"
Nemo silently grabbed the arm and took it off his shoulder. "No," he said with a sullen face, resisting the urge to summon the shadow. "...you're too close, Mr. Dylan. I don't like being too close to strangers."
"Stranger." The blond young man said pitifully, as if he was greatly wronged. "But we've all exchanged names, and you mustn't say that. Is this your parrot? He's so cute."
The lovely Bagelmore was silent. There seems to be something unnatural, but it's a pity that Nemo's head has been messed up into a pot of porridge, and he can't think clearly. He could only frown slightly, and instinctively quickened his pace, leaving the blond youth behind - who followed eagerly, as if it were some kind of fun game.
"Cross, you said you'd bring trouble," Ann said bitterly. "You're right, but I didn't expect 'trouble' to come so quickly."
Adrian frowned and remained silent.
"You said that when you're in town, I'll sound the alarm and tell everyone that Adrian Cross is here - although I really don't want to do that - what do you think?" Mo's shoulder, but this time it was Oliver who slowed down for some time.
"Are you suggesting that we kill people?" An couldn't bear to shout, "I have to say, I quite like this suggestion—"
"Mr. Dylan, what are you trying to do?" Oliver grabbed Jesse's arm, his tone a little unhappy. "We don't want to have any conflict with you, I hope you understand."
"As I said, I just want to have a drink with you. Isn't this a predestined fate? I'm the first person to discover you after the incident!"
"Okay. But we're tired, can we talk about it tomorrow?" Oliver replied simply. "How about noon tomorrow? I know a nice tavern right by the river in the market."
Nemo looked at Oliver in surprise, and Oliver winked at him. Even though his head was dizzy, Nemo understood Oliver's meaning with a laugh and tears.
"Oh, it's over. You see, it's so hard to make friends sometimes." Jesse clapped her hands happily. I will be very sad if I lose my pigeons."
The blond young man stopped, hummed a song, and walked towards the demon corpse that had just fallen to the ground.
Jesse's humming was indistinct, and Nemo subconsciously tried to distinguish a few words, but soon lost interest and quickened his pace. He kept up with the group and moved quickly toward Noe City—Jesse Dillon didn't follow along this time.
"...The dew on the tombstone is shining, will you cry for me?" The blond young man sang happily, picking up the bloody demon corpse on the ground, confirming with satisfaction that the valuable place was not stained. "Beautiful Sandra, my beloved—are you waiting at the end of the road... what's behind?"
"...Forget it, it's a really good song, isn't it?" he sighed at the corpse's cloudy eyes.
,Wonderful!
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