Debbie Wright followed behind her tall companion, trying to adjust her facial expressions. The intense but soft joy made her head a little dizzy, and a competent mercenary should never bring emotions into his work. She pinched the palms of her hands with her polished nails, and adjusted her breathing rate over and over again, and her excited heartbeat finally calmed down a little.
Even in the last mission, Godwin Lopez successfully obtained the holy sword, she did not have such a certain joy.
The outcasts at the Wright Orphanage hardly ever stay past the age of thirteen. Thanks to the geographical location, there are a lot of workers and adventurers coming and going, but any child with talent or dream will be taken away as soon as possible—walking out of that remote town to find their own life.
Nemo is the only one left behind—her actual nurturer, and arguably the main object of her youth and ignorance. By the time Debbie started climbing up the roof and blowing up the neighbor's chimney with her own magic, old Patrick was so old that he would stop to catch his breath after taking two steps. In order to maintain the orphanage's livelihood, the eldest Nemo began to run around to work, and took all the baskets she stabbed with a bitter face.
Despite the cautious confirmation, Debbie still doesn't think Nemo Wright is a person obsessed with power and power. He never pursued "authority" in the orphanage, nor did he show even the slightest jealousy of her power.
And when she was a child, she was a complete little bastard, and although she didn't want to admit it, Debbie knew it well. But he never really got mad at her, or even did it. Nemo would never be anything but serious-faced, serious ramblers like old Patrick—and she even thought he was terribly weak for it at the time.
The girl gave a helpless wry smile to herself in the memory.
Such a person would not hurt others for the slightest bit of so-called power. His eyes didn't change, and she decided to believe him.
Debbie had planned to return to Signpost when she was an adult, bringing honor, money, and apology to a relative who never seemed to learn to rage. By then he should have settled down and may have a family of his own. Nemo would never leave Signpost, she had always believed so for no reason.
And now they meet.
Her eldest brother became a black chapter, but that doesn't matter. This time, she can take care of him.
The door to Godwin Lopez's room was unlocked. The warrior Victor stepped into the room first, and Debbie successfully adjusted her expression and stepped into the temporary residence of Head Horizon with him. Their handsome young captain was frowning a report, the holy sword still in its scabbard, within his reach.
Seeing the members enter the room, Godwin put down the parchment roll in his hand and smiled softly.
"Captain, what did Ms. Nadine say?" Debbie asked first.
"She refused." Godwin shook his head, his voice calm. "We can only follow the rules. If it's the Swamp Witch, there's still room to turn around, the Eastern Witch... There's no way. I gave her two days."
Like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head, Debbie's joy was instantly diluted a lot. "Can you... persuade her again?"
"I can see Ms. Nadine's resolve, and she didn't have a few days to live." Godwin shook his head, "I said it, Debbie. Don't let the illusion blind you—it's just a flower , is no different from the turf you step on every day. We are human beings, and naturally we must put human beings first.”
"Even if it's someone like rubbish?"
"Even if it's a rubbish person."
"You have the final say." Debbie took a breath, determined to put an end to this unpleasant topic. "You came to me to...?"
Godwin pushed the glass vial of hair to the edge of the table, then neatly pulled a few of his blonds.
"Blood identification," he said.
Debbie raised her eyebrows, and she instantly thought of the young man who was frozen into a wooden pile at the door of the hotel. She didn't say much, and opened the glass vial abruptly.
The green magic stone at the top of the wand began to flicker, and the short wand quickly drew lines of pale green incantations in the air. Light-brown strands of hair floated out of the bottle, turning blood red, with melting marks like a drop of blood dripping into hot water. Over there, Godwin's blond hair changed in the same way—the spreading pattern kept changing until it stopped, turning into two coagulated blood-red smoke.
Debbie turned the staff in her hand and filled two magic circles. Two strands of bloodshot-like things overlapped together, and with them as the center, several rune rings were nested within each other and slowly rotated around the bloodshot.
"The mother's side has nothing to do with it. The father's blood is the same... No, not the same. Very, very similar, the father should be a real brother." Debbie threw the staff neatly, and everything frozen in the air instantly shattered into pieces. fine dust. "The owner of the hair is your cousin, Captain."
"Sure enough." Head Horizon's face was not surprised at all, "The rumor is wrong, Uncle Flint's son survived."
"That's why you asked me to investigate Oliver Ramon?" said the soldier who had been silent. "He himself is in this hotel."
"I met him once at the Witch of the East, and he doesn't seem to know anything." Godwin shrugged. "What happened, Victor? What happened to his black badge?"
Debbie crossed her arms and stepped back to the wall, listening intently.
"Oliver Ramon was born in the town of Signpost in Alban. His father, Pibor Ramon. He was charged with sheltering the demon believer Nemo Wright, and the arrest warrant stated that they murdered Piper together."
Debbie gave a loud puff, and she didn't have time to cover her mouth.
Godwin glanced at her helplessly: "I won't ask about Nemo Wright... What about this Piper Ramon's profile?"
Victor nodded with a sullen face and flipped through the booklet in his hand: "Unknown origin, he suddenly appeared in Road Sign Town one day. Then... Well, he opened a local hotel. According to rumors, there is nothing special about it. place."
"No disability?"
"No disability."
"feature?"
"No special hobby, just playing the ukulele sometimes in a tavern."
"Sounds like something Uncle Flint could do." Godwin pointed his fingers at each other, lost in thought. "There were only two Tin Corps members who didn't participate in the expedition. Talbot Vance is missing, but even if he is still alive, he should be very old... The other is a necromancer, and skeletons don't grow out of thin air. Flesh. After what happened back then, Uncle Flint should have no one else to trust."
"And Sonia Ramon is just a wandering dancer. If she has relatives, it's impossible for her father to not mention it. It's not Tuogu." He frowned, "I don't know why he's able-bodied... But since 'Ramon' is used ' That last name, Piper Ramon, should be Flint Lopez himself."
"I don't know about your family, Captain." Debbie finally couldn't help but interject, "I just want to state one thing—I don't know who Oliver Ramon is, but I'm Nemo, my big brother, I understand. He. That charge should be Alban's usual shit pot."
"Big brother... He was also born in the Wright Orphanage?"
"Yes. If you want, I can vouch for his character with my name."
"Relax, I don't mean to deal with Mr. Wright... At least not until there is clear evidence. Regarding the demon believer, Alban's wanted warrant is indeed not very credible." Godwin nodded earnestly, "Debbie, you It's time to go back. I have something to talk to Victor about."
"Okay." Debbie grimaced, "I'll say whatever I need to say anyway."
The young female mage shrugged and walked out of the room, turning her staff skillfully in the palm of her hand.
"That demon believer is not a threat, he is not hostile." The head of Horizon glanced at the holy sword at will, "But the shit is the shit, and Alban's army will not fabricate it out of thin air. So this matter is To what extent...?"
"Some townspeople saw Oliver Ramon kill the seriously injured Piper Ramon." Victor snapped his fingers, and a simple soundproof cover wrapped the two of them. "In other words, Mr. Ramon did commit the crime of murdering his father—"
"—Same sin as you, Captain."
At this moment, the sinner in their mouth is sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. To be precise, Oliver and Nemo were sitting alone in a corner of the bed, swallowing saliva in unison.
"Oli, give me the medicine—I think I should take it." Adrian was staring at him as Nemo tried to escape reality. Although it didn't contain hostility, the gaze seemed to cut him apart and study it piece by piece. "Then I decided to be in a coma for a while."
"It's too early." Oliver dismissed Nemo's request dryly. "And you won't pass out, trust me."
"Hmm." An Zheng stood opposite them leaning against the wall. "Before you start sharing the little story, is there anything else you two need to prepare - like taking a shower, building an altar and praying for three days and three nights?"
"You all know about my situation." Nemo simply went out of his way. "I'm just a superior demon—complete, all-natural, maybe not containing any human elements."
"Good point," Ann said. "Sounds like a good pot."
Jesse Dillon turned the outburst of laughter into a few coughs.
"Debbie was one of my younger siblings at the orphanage, she was taken by a large mercenary regiment when she was eleven. We never saw each other again, I didn't know she joined Horizon." Nemo She added with a sullen face, "She has no bad intentions, she is a good child."
"In other words, there are no new problems here." Adrian's tone was very serious. "Then your return together... I think something happened on Mr. Ramon's side."
"Yes." Oliver took up the conversation reluctantly, "The witch that Horizon is hunting is Mrs. Nadine. We happened to bump into their leader, and Mrs. Nadine refused to settle with the client... You know, next She had to deal with her own business. Nemo recovered quickly and we came back early."
"So what?" Ann asked unceremoniously, "A Horizon commander can't scare the two of you like this. Did he have an extra head or what?"
"...he's my cousin."
"what?"
"Captain Horizon, Godwin Lopez should be my cousin." Oliver put his hands on his forehead, his elbows on his knees. "So we... look very similar."
There was a dead silence.
"… If I remember correctly, Godwin Lopez's father was Emmanuel Lopez," Adrian said very slowly, "and Emmanuel Lopez's brother was only one Mr. Ramon, are you suggesting that the commander of the Tin Soldiers' mercenary regiment is your father?"
All that was left of the relaxed smile on Ann's face disappeared completely, and she stared at Oliver - it wasn't pure shock, there was a lot of other stuff mixed in. Just as Nemo was about to discern the emotions, she quickly hid them away.
"Flint Lopez should have survived childless," the female warrior said softly. "It's no secret that his wife died pregnant."
Oliver looked up at her sharply, but Ann didn't answer his look.
"It's just a baby, there are as many ways to fake death." Jessie spread her hands.
"Indeed." An thought for a moment, "Even in that case... If it's Flint Lopez, maybe there will be a way."
She didn't speak any more, and finally raised her eyes to look at Oliver, a trace of sadness flashing in her amber eyes.
"Yes." Adrian Cross nodded. "If it's that one, it's really not surprising."
"Oliver just said they looked alike, and you didn't notice that?" Ann frowned, turning her face to the knight commander. "Don't you like Godwin Lopez, you've never met him?"
"No." Adrian shook his head, "He only came to the Holy See when he was awarded an honorary knight, and I happened to be out on a mission at that time."
"You don't seem like the type to hate someone you've never met," Ann murmured.
"The Holy See likes his style of conduct very much. I have heard a lot of Horizon's 'deeds'." The former knight commander sighed. "Let's put it this way, it's just my personal likes and dislikes - in fact, Godwin Lopez is a better judge for the knight commander position than I am."
Ann showed a clear expression.
"What do you mean?" Nemo interjected cautiously.
Adrian gave him a deep look, but answered his question: "In a leadership position... Sometimes even the 'right' decision is made, and some innocents are destined to be sacrificed. But I personally I don't think it's 'right to be'. I did bury the innocent with my own hands, and I know it was a sin I chose with my own hands."
"But for Godwin Lopez, there is innocence outside of human beings. From what I've heard... He'll have mercy, but he doesn't really see anything wrong with killing."
"You two probably haven't heard of it." Ann took over, "His first fight was famous—about five years ago, a kid at Willard was killed by a mad bug, Mr. Lopez. One man wiped out an entire bug village."
Nemo moved towards the corner of the bed where Oliver was.
"A suggestion." An Chong raised their eyebrows, "If what Oliver said is true, Lopez will sooner or later realize Oliver's blood relationship with him, and he will definitely start paying attention to us. You'd better not give any hints to the horizon. People reveal the connection between Nemo and the devil, and Debbie can't do it. Even if it is a demon warlock... Even if it is identified, it is absolutely not admitted."
"Devil believers are still human, but in the face of demon warlocks and possessed superior demons, Lopez will never be soft-hearted." She mumbled and added, "Oliver, if you want your sweetheart to live a comfortable life, remember Don't mess with your cousin."
Oliver's ears turned red. Nemo coughed a few times, pondered for a moment, and moved back to the corner of his bed.
"Flint Lopez's son, and a - Nemo, I'm sorry - a complete superior demon." An Ze rubbed his face fiercely, "Why did I pick you two up? I should go to add Lan capital draws a lottery, and then use the special prize money to eat and wait to die."
"This can explain Mr. Wright's performance in Hiram Dungeon." Adrian Cross pressed his temples with both hands. "On the other hand, if Mr. Ramon is really the son of that one, it is not surprising to have this strength. Mr. Ramon, maybe you can really reach the height you want."
"So what are you going to do now, Captain?" Different from the heavy weight of the other two, Jesse scratched the grey parrot's neck with ease, the latter standing stiff as a specimen. "Look, there's nothing wrong with my prophecy—Mr. Wright has recovered his memory and got the answer. What are we still doing here? Why don't we just get away from the horizon and get out of this little place to do team registration."
Perhaps this is the wisest thing to do. Nemo thought, but he glanced at the delicate vials filled with potions, only to feel that his heart was blocked. Oliver rubbed the vial and lowered his eyes.
"You don't owe that witch anything," Jesse added. "What are you hesitating about? The horizon is here, in case some conflict—"
There was a knock on the door. Jesse swallowed the rest of the sentence, "I warned you" written all over her face.
"Nimo?" The girl's cheerful voice sounded, "Nimo, I'm here to see you—"
"Poor little girl, she still doesn't know what her big brother is," Jesse whispered. "Speaking of which, dear Ann, how did you subdue these two characters in the first place? I'm really curious. ."
"Who knows? Maybe I have a great life." The female warrior stood up and walked to the door of the room.
She stopped at the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and let out a very light sigh.
"...or maybe I'm destined to help someone pay this debt," she muttered in a voice that no one could hear.
,Wonderful!
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