The tunnel is hidden in the shadow of a giant tree. After staying in the authentic turbid air for a long time, the various auras in the outside breeze became more and more intense. Drops of water dripped from the brim of the fungus-red canopy, rolled along the snail-shell-like ferns, and dissipated before hitting the ground, leaving a strong smell of fresh mushrooms. Assorted greens mixed together to cover up the rotting dead leaves, insect shells and tree trunk remains on the ground.
But they still existed under the greenery, making a damp-soaked crunch when they stepped over.
The attitude of the blue birds behind them is still alienated. Jesse Dylan's envoy status may not really be so useful, or, they don't want anyone to end this situation.
Nemo ignored the Blue Birds' bad attitude. He strode forward, even though he didn't know where he was going. He needed to find something for himself to do to ease the anxiety that was rolling around with needles in his heart. Nemo didn't look at Ann or at the Knight Commander—he stared at the instep of his own feet, refusing to meet any living creature.
Reality frustrates him. After receiving the answer from Della Reinen, he just wanted to believe that he was just a human with a strange talent. He could have attributed many of the mysteries to talent—perhaps the stars were in the right place when he was born, or maybe Chenni accidentally sneezed at his mother, spattering the stars on her. Make him immune to all harm from the abyss in a comical way, leaving only the good. Even in the face of Witherspoon's out-of-control, he can push the cause to Baglmore. It may have just forgotten Witherspoon, or its memories flowed to him.
But even if talent could explain his physique, strength, and even his ears, it couldn't bring him true knowledge. Nemo sincerely wished that he had just heard the birdsong and had no idea what the birdsong meant.
Too bad he understood. And Bagelmore can be said to be unable to fight with these birds, and he can no longer deceive himself.
Immediately, Nemo stopped in his tracks and fell into a fluttering confusion. Is this question really that important? He thought to himself that he could even face death at ease - by comparison, being human or not was not a big deal. He is not the only toy of fate. If Dylan hadn't lied, the people of Vincent Town would have faced a more serious situation.
So what is he anxious about
He thought for a while, but couldn't get an answer that could convince him. At this moment, the blue bird behind him finally couldn't hold back his mouth.
"Where did you learn our words?" His tone was not friendly, his dark eyes were as cold as stones.
"I don't know." Nemo shrugged. "Believe it or not, I really have no clue."
"In just a few weeks, three human beings have been involved in our affairs - one who can sacrificial words, one who can understand our language, and one who is obsessed with Pasototu." He complained irritably, "betrayal and stealing. Can't satisfy you anymore?"
"...You guys really want to attack Vincent Town?" Nemo ignored the hostility in his words and asked back in a deep voice.
"Attack? This time they went too far. Usually they kill our compatriots, steal corpses from holy places and sell them in pieces. We just take a little price from them. On the Pasototu, future leader, it's going to take us all in one—"
"They may have been truly in love." The blood and tears of the fairy tale flashed through Nemo's mind, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.
"Pasototu is the strongest and most beautiful one in our tribe, falling in love with a monster?" Blue Bird sneered, the dark blue ore with beeswax dangling around his neck along with the wire that wrapped around them. "His brain isn't broken. They must have cursed him. Humans must hand over that witch, or there will be no talk."
"Did Jesse Dillon tell you..."
"Only the old-fashioned believe in the 'angel' thing. My sister's head was cut off and thrown in the mud. Just because the skull and brain were not used, and they were afraid that the stares of the dead would leave a curse. A coward who dares to attack a grown-up—she's still so young, and her bones are not hardened. If there really was a god, where was he at that time?"
The magic circle pointing at Nemo's head accelerated, trembling dangerously.
"Someone has to pay the price."
"…I'm sorry," Nemo said softly.
"No, you're just talking about it." Jade Bird responded indifferently. "You're not sorry at all."
They stopped in front of the giant tree. Oliver and the out-of-tune angel haven't caught up. The time is approaching evening, and the sun softens a lot. A relaxing light rose oozes from the edge of the sky, accompanied by the music and the rubbing of the bushes. Like a caressing hand or a lover's breath, the hairs stand on end with delight.
It's a pity that most of the eyes that fell on them were cold.
"Don't mind what happened just now, Mr. Wright." Adrian broke the sticky silence, his tone firm and serious. "I think it may have something to do with your missing memory. According to the current clues, I can't come to a definite conclusion... Thinking too much will only make you feel bad."
"Thank you." Nemo twitched his lips. "When this mission is over, I'll have to find a therapist to take a good look at my head."
They stood in front of the giant tree like that, and the blue birds stared at them from all directions, like a huge being with countless eyes. This time, without Adrian speaking, even Nemo could feel the growing hostility in the air—this was the case under the prophecy of the gods, and he was reluctant to imagine the attitude of the blue birds to humans.
"Let's get out of here." Oliver finally got out from behind the giant tree, moving very carefully, for fear that he might accidentally trip over the vines under his feet. "Go to Merotti first, if Jesse Dylan didn't lie, then she should be able to give us part of the answer." He sounded a little weird in a good mood.
Nemo looked behind Oliver, and Jesse wasn't following him.
"But how are we going to find her?" Nemo murmured, leaning closer to Oliver subconsciously—the unreserved smile on his face reassured him.
"Ann." Oliver turned to the female warrior's direction, his aura became much calmer. "share."
"...Ouch, it's scary," Ann whispered, taking out the pages from her goat-skin pocket. She unfolded it deftly with one hand, and the orange characters floated over the parchment. That's an explicit coordinate.
"when-"
"She slapped the spell on that food bag, and I happened to see it." Oliver patted Nemo on the shoulder. "How could our Lady Savage let the mission target go so easily?"
"Fuck you, I'm worried about her." An rolled his eyes.
The orange coordinates flickered slightly, distorted like steam. And its content kept changing—Merotti was clearly still functioning normally, and Nemo breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not hard to find Merlotty Delaney. She is not far from the Blue Bird Tribe. In fact, she has been wandering around the illusion, staggering the right path again and again. When they met again, she was running through the woods like an ugly whirlwind, or scarlet lightning. She spotted them first and stopped timidly five paces away. There was caution and a little joy in his eyes.
The Monster Girl was thinner than ever, even if she didn't look human, Nemo was sure of that. Merotti was still carrying the two bags, and her eyes were terrifyingly bright. Now that she doesn't have to bother stealing from human territory, she smells much better—at least now Nemo can't smell the pungent sourness.
The sun was about to go down, and the light blue of the night made the monster's ugly appearance soften a bit.
"It's you." Her voice was still strangely hoarse, not pleasant. "You... have you met my parents?"
Her claws were digging at the mud, and she looked nervous like a criminal awaiting sentencing, but that nervousness was mixed with a little cautious anticipation.
"Yes," Oliver said. "...We saw Pasototu too."
Merotti's body froze extremely obviously, she opened her mouth, and seemed to have forgotten how to make a sound for a moment: "Where is he, is he okay? He... Did he..."
"Pasototu is locked up by the tribe, as you might guess," Nemo said solemnly. "He's always wanted to see you."
Tears rolled down the monster's cheeks, seeping into the uncomfortable folds of flesh. "I know," she said, "...but the way I am now..."
"There are three theories about alienation," Adrian said. He walked to the monster and stared at those cyan eyes seriously. "Usually it stems from a demon's curse, which you call divine punishment. Now there's a third... You want to know? It's kind of cruel, I have to say."
"Can it change this situation, Mr. monk?" After a moment of thought, Merotti asked seriously.
"Maybe."
"Then tell me."
"It's a spell," Adrian said. "Your love undoes it. And it's in the process of undoing it... You're a bluebird, Miss Delaney. The people of Vincent Township may all be at the mercy of this spell. scope."
Merlotti Delaney was so shocked by this ridiculous statement that she stopped breathing.
"I just can't figure it out a little bit." The former knight commander's voice was low and soft, "About the time difference in removing spells..."
"If that's true." She shuddered violently, breathing very quickly. "If this is true... I can explain."
"Love isn't easy or not. I fell in love with him gradually, uncontrollably. I struggled for a long time, Mr. Friar. I know it's wrong and my parents won't approve of me. I know I'll let Their hearts are broken... but..." Her voice was getting softer, "but I can only feel the world is full of beauty and hope when I'm around him."
"The night I ran away, I made up my mind. I couldn't fool myself."
"Tell me now, this kind lady...what did my parents say? Did they abandon me or...are they sad?" There was a whimper in her voice.
"They want us to kill Pasototu." Ann looked away, her tone flat, almost cruel.
Merotti was silent, she was silent for a very long time. She was still trembling slightly, as if she was about to freeze to death in this summer night.
"Oh." She let out a hoarse sigh, "…I know."
"I never expected miracles in this world. Until I met him and fell in love with him on my own accord, which was the first." Her voice began to grow softer and softer. "Desperate and selfish, and didn't expect a love from him...you've seen him, how beautiful he is."
"And he still loves me, this is the second one. I shouldn't be so greedy... expecting my parents to agree with me." Her voice was even softer, like thin ice about to melt in warm water.
"Thank you for bringing me the third miracle."
A cyan glow flickered around her. The rotting skin fell off, and cyan feathers took its place. Huge wings grew from behind her waist and stretched awkwardly. The twisted arms straightened, gradually covered in scales and fine feathers. An obsidian-like beak appeared on her face, and the cyan of her iris faded into darkness like the night.
A beautiful and graceful blue bird spreads its wings.
She opened her mouth, but Nemo heard only meaningless tweets. She obviously did not understand the language of the Blue Bird tribe. Merotti himself realized this. She stretched out her winged forearms and slowly gestured the circle in the air—a circle that Nemo was familiar with, and that was what Oliver used on the manticore in the woods.
The magic circle of Forest Ballad was gradually completed.
Mixed emotions flooded them. It was wrapped in gratitude, sadness and despair, and finally turned into great happiness.
,Wonderful!
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