A huge void enveloped him in that moment. Nemo didn't even want to pay attention to Oliver's reaction, and his eyes quickly returned to the two blue birds. There was a huge hole in his world, and he felt no less shaken now than after the battle with Witherspoon.
In Nemo's consistent perception, those anomalies are at best parasitic vines entangled in tree trunks. They sucked the happiness he had set for himself, twisting the trunk of common sense - but the tree was still firmly rooted in the soil, even if it was doomed to decay slowly.
Now it was shaking dangerously.
Merlotty Delaney is just an ordinary girl who grew up on the frontier. Even if her appearance and talent are not ordinary, they are not outstanding enough to be praised by the whole country. She lives step by step, just like he once was.
So how did she do it
Lubiao Town naturally has some on-off lovers - but they are all very understandable, standard romances. People appreciate each other, work with each other, join hands after success and separate after failure. During the period, of course, the sweetness, scolding or indifference are indispensable. Nemoko never believed in descriptions of fate or love at first sight. Those romantic stories only appeared on paper or in rumors.
Nemo Wright will be an ordinary townsman of Signpost, destined to form a family at the right age with a girl who is also not very special, and raise offspring. He will grow old in fire, rice, oil, salt and trifles, until he becomes a gravestone on the edge of the frontier forest, like most people in this world. He had been so convinced for so many years. Even now, he still thinks this will all settle down one day - and he will return to "normal" and continue to live an ordinary life.
But he wasn't so sure now.
The two blue birds are hugging each other quietly, as if everything else in this world has lost its value. It wasn't the greasy hug he'd seen, not even the sweet atmosphere. But for just a few seconds, they seemed to be the masters of this space, radiating trembling power and will. That was obviously just a three-month weak relationship.
It's not like he hasn't been "in love". But compared to the one in front of him, the "love" he once had was perhaps closer to a mixture of respect, pity, and habit, missing something very crucial.
Nemo knew that at this point he should be relieved and wished the reunion of lovers from the bottom of his heart. But now it seemed that someone had placed a block of ice against his heart. It didn't make him feel pain, but it made his blood cold and his chest was like a stone.
"...I admit she's Merlotti Delaney." Pasototu's father said gloomily, "You win."
"We didn't want to 'beat' you," Nemo responded instinctively. "I think you can let go of your son, Miss Delaney can't go anywhere like this."
"They both have to stay here until I figure it out." The chief refused the offer almost immediately.
"But you know she's a blue bird."
"So what?" A new voice joined them. Jesse Dillon, again at his best eavesdropping skills, stood behind them at some point - the blond youth with his back against the wall on the other side of the tunnel, with a ridiculous nightcap on his head. As he spoke, he used his fingertips to draw the words of the blue bird in the air at high speed.
"That means the people in Vincent Town might be—"
"Humans sometimes sell humans as commodities—alive or dead, whole or in part. Just being the same kind doesn't prove anything." Jesse yawned, "You think Mr. Pasotalo When you talk about this, the birds outside can immediately let go of their hatred with He Lele?"
"...I will consider this." The leader, Paso Tallo, nodded to Nemo, his attitude was not sincere. He waved his hand, and the railing that was bent by Merotti became straight again, and then he even added a few magic circles himself. Immediately, he swung large pieces of golden handwriting towards Jesse in the humid air, and his movements were sharp and sharp.
Then he and his entourage all left the tunnel, unexpectedly none left to stare at them.
"I don't understand." The Grey Parrot took the opportunity to interject, "Anyway, this draenei can't go home, and you don't look like you're going to kill the male. Why are you worrying about something here? Just run away. - You are not the same as the species, why bother with a group of foreign races."
"They still owe me a favor!" Jesse pulled the nightcap off her head and cleared her throat solemnly. "If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't even have a clue as to the size of the wire."
The grey parrot's attitude softened a bit immediately: "But their mission was unsuccessful..."
"I'm not going to break my promise." Oliver sighed, staring at Nemo's back - Nemo was dazed at the pair of blue birds again. Although he didn't understand Paso Tallo's words, with Nemo's answer, he could guess a bit of the situation.
"The first day is over. You gave it three days, and there are two days left—well, I'm not lying, Mr. Ramon. You might as well agree now."
"I don't want to draw conclusions without knowing enough," Oliver responded politely and distantly.
"Isn't it all obvious? Or, if the people at Vincent Town weren't Blue Birds, do you think war should happen naturally?"
"If the people of Vincent Town are really human, their hatred should not be decided by me, an outsider who doesn't know anything. At least both sides are making decisions soberly." Oliver pondered for a moment. "If that's the case, we have no position to prevent anything but help reduce casualties... So if you lie, I won't promise you to 'stop' this war."
"Ouch, what a surprise, I thought you were of the 'war is evil' faction. You're colder than I thought, Mr. Ramon."
"Because I'm neither fair nor mature, I'm not qualified. To take a step back, even if our power can solve a temporary problem, after we leave, they will still continue... No?"
"How can you be so stupid!" Jesse cried. "I only care how many of them survive, I don't want to hear what happens after the happy ending!"
"…but you said 'stop' at the beginning." Nemo finally turned around, frowning slightly. "If you really don't care, you don't even need us. You're very strong, aren't you? Just stun a few and take them out of here, even if the bluebirds and humans here kill each other until none are left, your deal will be lost. Are you done?"
He walked straight up to Jesse, with an inexplicably bad mood: "Dylan, what do you want from us? Is your target me? I don't like being played around like this, if you The target is indeed me, and I don't want you to involve Ollie and the others."
It was the familiar terrifying aura again, but this time Oliver didn't feel any part of his internal organs shrinking in fear. He raised his eyebrows, and managed to take his eyes back from those silver-gray eyes and cast them towards Jesse with difficulty.
"No, don't get me wrong, I just thought he would agree!" The blond youth's tone was full of suffocation. "Who knows that each of you is more inhuman than the other, well, let me explain—you will know when you see my trade partner, if I really do that, I will definitely be punished—"
"Are you really afraid of retribution?" An interjected lukewarmly.
"… a real curse." Jesse changed his words immediately. "Oh, so strict. Please come with me."
He turned to one side, leaned forward slightly, and made a "please" gesture at the end of the dark tunnel.
Ann stepped forward first and played a striker. Oliver and Nemo followed. This time the knight commander was the last one. He stopped and looked silently at Jesse Dylan's smile that seemed to be tattooed on his face. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
The tunnel did not lead to the ground, but rose slowly. They didn't know how long they had walked, and the boring stone walls kept repeating, and everything became more and more like a nightmare about cycles. Just when Nemo's sharp emotions were about to be rounded by the surging boredom, Jesse stepped forward and walked in the forefront.
There are many bands of light swimming in the air. Like a flying centipede. Nemo squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while before he could distinguish the true bodies of those things—innumerable living creatures with incantations were wandering in the dim tunnel. As they approached, they stopped abruptly, their soft bodies stretched like a sharp arrow—until Jesse tapped the metal scaly choker on his neck, and they calmed down and began to swim softly again.
There were more and more flying insects of this incantation, and at the end, the group was almost struggling through the condensed incantations. Fortunately, this torture did not last long. After passing through the last incantation barrier, their eyes suddenly opened up.
This seems to be the interior of a certain mountain. A towering cone space, surrounded by countless fine statues, are all lifelike blue birds, without any trace of weathering and corrosion. The bones of countless blue birds are scattered on the ground, and the ground is engraved with dense incantation patterns, and the dark blue brilliance is surging like mercury in it—they flow and gather in the center of the spell formation.
Words are hard to describe what's in the middle.
It was the biggest blue bird they had ever seen. His... or her eyes were closed, and the huge wings on the lower back hung weakly at the sides of the body, and the body showed no signs of decay, and the place where the legs should have been below the abdomen had turned into a pale and thick trunk, and there was even a thick trunk above it. Picking up twigs without leaves.
A blue bird, or a giant tree that is too weird.
"What is that?" Nemo swallowed hard, stunned, completely forgetting his previous entanglement.
"That's my trade partner. Since Mr. Wright can understand the language of the blue bird, it would be good for you to meet." Jesse pouted, "In the words of the birds, she is a 'pure spirit' ... I know It's a tongue-in-cheek name, and I can help you translate it into Common."
Then he paused for a moment, like a comedian waiting to shake off the most smug baggage. Seemingly startled by their voices, the huge blue bird slowly opened her eyes, and those eyes were very beautiful—not as dark as the usual blue bird, her eyes were very deep blue, with shimmering light in them, as if in a summer night. starry sky.
"...you can call her 'Lavinia'."
,Wonderful!
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