Ann was silent for a while, and quietly winked at Oliver and Nemo from an angle that Merotti couldn't see, and pointed to the head by the way.
"There seems to be something wrong with her here." The female warrior said with her mouth.
"Since when did you become alienated?" Adrian continued to ask calmly, and Merotti's astonishing remarks seemed to have no effect on him. "Have you done anything you don't usually do?"
"Isn't that the root cause? I'm in love with aliens, Mr. Friar. I just want to find out what this curse is—"
"How long have you been in love?"
"More than three months.
"If the god you love was really going to punish you, he or she wouldn't wait until now, would he?"
"But… "
Adrian carefully pinched her forelimb with his hand and checked repeatedly, his eyes very serious. "Regardless of the sect, the characteristics of the curse are common—I don't think you're cursed, Miss Delaney. It could be some kind of disease, or some kind of spell in progress."
Merotti slowly retracted her forelimbs, her eyes mixed with disappointment and a little happiness.
"What are you going to do now?" Oliver put away the deed paper. "I promise you, we won't force you home. But are you going to keep wandering like this? Your..." He paused, "Where's your lover?"
"I don't know." She lowered her head, "We agreed to run away together, but he didn't show up. I think he must have been discovered by his clan... Pasototu will never leave me! I want to continue searching. Ways to infiltrate his clan, but now I..."
"If it's a disease, you need immediate treatment. If it's a spell, find the spellcaster to find a solution." Oliver suggested carefully, "Perhaps you can go back to town first."
"Impossible. You've helped me a lot, so let me remind you too—if you're still going to Vincennes, remember not to let the parrot speak." Merotti stepped back, looking a bit means goodbye.
The grey parrot, who was having fun in the nut bag, got stuck, and Nemo grabbed it and ripped it out of the nut bag unceremoniously.
"Why!" it screamed in dissatisfaction, with two handfuls of nuts in its paws.
"That's not an ordinary parrot, is it?" Merotti whispered in a harsh voice. "Our supreme goddess, Lavinia... doesn't like aliens. It'll be killed by them."
"Lavinia?" Nemo snapped the parrot's claws and looked at Adrian as he picked the nuts—the grey parrot was as stiff as a specimen at the moment. "I'm not impressed... er, Miss Delaney, no offense."
"It should be a relatively marginal minority religion." Adrian said softly, "So you mean, as long as you go back to town..."
"They'll definitely kill me, and I probably won't even have time to explain!" Merotti screamed, "I know how much they hate inhuman things. My parents were kind... Those who were drenched in oil by their family members were burned alive."
Grey parrot loosened the nut and stood neatly on Nemo's shoulders, pretending to be a real parrot.
"...It seems that our mission is doomed to fail." An sighed, "Otherwise, let's go to Vincent Town to see the girl's parents and discuss the cancellation of the mission. Hey, Merotti, what do you want? Don't you want us to bring you a message?"
"Miss Delaney, are you sure you want to continue looking for your lover?" Oliver persuaded patiently, "Even if you don't want to go home, we can take you with us when we leave here and send you to a medical center elsewhere. ."
"If he can't find me when he escapes, he will be very anxious." The ugly monster bowed slightly to them. "I'm feeling this, so I... I have to find Pasototu first."
Then she was silent for a long time, her eyes full of struggle.
"And, dear lady, if you can... you can tell my father and mother about my current situation and let them stop thinking about me."
Ann nodded, still a little hesitant. Adrian sighed softly.
"Shall we get her something?" Nemo suggested, pointing to the large sack of food on the goat's back. "We'll be in Vincennes in a few days, and we can resupply at that time."
Except for the grey parrot, all members passed. They wrapped butter and sugar cubes and stuffed jerky and dry bread into cloth bags. An patted the package and hung it on the strong arm of the monster.
"Merotti, your parents won't necessarily give up." The female warrior pursed her lips, her voice with a rare dryness. "If they insist on seeing you—"
"No." The monster responded sadly, "Trust me, no... Thank you very much, but I don't think we'll see each other again." She bowed to them again, and her flesh pressed people out. Unsightly folds of nausea. Merorty Delaney hugged her sheet music and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The next few days were calm to dull. From opening to closing, except for occasional stops to rest and eat, they kept walking. The two experienced fighters were fine. Oliver's soles had a few terrifying blood blisters, and he had to twitch his eyebrows twice every time he lowered his feet.
And Nemo began to try to use abyss magic to heal. After all, they didn't have a healer, and it would be very difficult to do if they were injured. Against... or unilaterally beating Witherspoon, he did use spells to heal more serious wounds, and theoretically he could fill that void. His test subjects had no complaints about it either. But even though Nemo was very careful, the abyss magic was still not suitable for treating human beings - he cured the blood blisters into a whole large size, and Oliver's feet were like half a tomato.
"Why don't I carry you, Ollie." Nemo poked the blood blister and said awkwardly to Oliver. "Sorry."
Oliver grinned and let out pus and blood with the tip of his knife, then shook his head firmly in rejection. "Just a few bubbles," he said sullenly, keeping the icicles afloat. "Do you still want to try?"
"Let him go," Adrian interjected. "It's no use picking up his sword if he can't bear the pain. Don't tiptoe, Mr. Ramon, just go."
Oliver's face was contorted as he walked, and Nemo was pale—he stared at Adrian's back, learning the ruthlessness of the knight commander for the first time.
But when they finally arrived at Vincent Town, the efforts of the two newbies did pay off. Although Oliver's eyes were slightly straight, at least he could step on his wound without changing his face. And Nemo, after dozens of failures, finally succeeded in conquering a blood blister—they both sighed earth-shattering almost simultaneously when they stepped into the town.
Vincent Town is no better than Hiram. It's not much bigger than Signpost, except for the obvious difference in architectural style that Nemo would even think they're back in their familiar homeland. The buildings in the town are not neat, the roofs and walls are painted with bright colors that make people feel happy, full of warm atmosphere. The draenei's house is very easy to find, and it's obvious that they are not low on the town - their house is neat and stylish, and there is not even a trace of peeling patent leather on the white railings.
Merotti's father was tall and thin, with thick eyebrows with a few deep wrinkles between them. His eyes slanted down along the hooked nose, with a hint of aloofness. And Mrs. Delaney, even in her old age, still had some of the beauty of her youth—but there was a hint of shyness in that beauty. As soon as they entered, she hurriedly exited the living room, her waist slightly arched as if she was overwhelmed.
"You are the Black Badge for the mission?" Isaac Delaney's tone was not friendly, and he didn't mean to ask them to sit down. He carried the contract paper roll rudely, and the wrinkles between his brows became more obvious.
"Yes," Oliver replied quickly, "actually we're here..."
"You can start looking for my daughter. If you need more pictures or items of her, just say so. Get her to me quickly." He interrupted Oliver directly.
"We've already met your daughter." Oliver said straight to the point, straightening his back, which was slightly bent by the pain. "She doesn't want to go home."
Mr. Delaney squeezed out an angry laugh, "Nonsense, of course I know she doesn't want to come back. That blasphemous lunatic, she has disgraced our family! It's you, why didn't you bring her back? Do you have mud in your head?"
"She's alienated, and she wants you to know that." Nemo said solemnly, he didn't like Mr. Delaney's tone when talking about Merotti. "We've seen her like that, it's not like a human anymore."
The sound of broken porcelain came from the door. Merotti's mother dropped the tray on the ground, and the beautiful tea vessel smashed into pieces on the wooden floor mixed with hot tea.
"What tea are you serving the criminal?" Mr. Delaney roared, his face flushed with anger. "They're snakes! They're all scum who don't deserve to die. Clean it up!"
Mrs. Delaney was pale, she covered her mouth, tears kept pouring out. After more than ten seconds, she fell softly beside the debris and let out two loud sobbings. "How could she—"
"We spoiled her." Mr. Delaney gritted his teeth, his voice close to a roar. "I can't figure it out, why can't she just marry Fritz? What's wrong with her?"
"Honey, stop talking..."
"I'm her father!" he growled irritably, pulling at his hair. "Don't she understand? The Pegans just burned their son to death five years ago! We're only a daughter like her, why can't she be more sensible? That's blasphemy! Blasphemy! Lavinia is on—"
"Do you want to continue the mission?" An interrupted with a stern face. "Your daughter told me about the situation here. Even so, do you still want us to bring her back?"
"Of course not!" exclaimed Mr. Delaney. "I'm going to change the terms of the assignment. I'll give you more money, you..." He took a deep breath.
"You go and kill that damn blue-haired beast. Without that curse, she'll definitely be back!"
"You—" Nemo was about to open his mouth and covered his mouth with one hand, blocking his unspoken question. Oliver's palm was warm, and Nemo turned his head with difficulty—Oliver's smile was also warm and polite at the moment.
"Okay," he replied politely, "then do you have any information about the Grace Blue Bird?"
,Wonderful!
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