Bagelmore wanted to run away desperately.
It had no idea what the superior demon named Nemo Wright was thinking. At the beginning, it did feel that the contract was a bit strange. After the power was taken away, the contract that should have been completed was stuck in a very delicate state. Through the spell residue, it can still sense the existence of the other party, but it can no longer do anything other than that.
If Wright were human, he could also wonder if there was something wrong with his spells. Wright wasn't, and that only meant one thing—if Wright wanted to, he could track it backwards, too. And it is very sure that the current Wright is much stronger than himself, and maybe he will not mind the flesh and blood that has fallen to the intermediate level, but Bagelmore does not want to take this risk at all.
Even if it really becomes a brainless parrot, it is better than losing this flesh and blood completely.
These idiots don't understand at all - the grey parrot tucked his head into his wings, ignoring Debbie Wright who had just stepped into the room - Humans don't know as much about demons as they think without permission, and this Black Badge team is positive about themselves I have no idea what an unreasonable monster.
Generally speaking, the strength of the superior demon is proportional to the size of the body. Assuming that Nemo Wright is really a complete superior demon, judging from his size alone, his strength is not much stronger than Pandoratel made of mist, and should even be lower than Pandoratel.
Adrian Cross should also know this rule, so he tolerated Ramon's naive proposal. Bagelmore slandered angrily, if the former Judge Knight Commander could feel everything he sensed, he would definitely report the situation to the Holy See regardless.
Bagelmore didn't know what Nemo Wright looked like when he was full of hostility, but he remembered exactly where the familiarity of that breath came from—it had felt a very similar breath at the bottom of the abyss. It was a dead air so thick that it almost condensed into a substance, and a nothingness that seemed to devour everything.
The superior demons are just ordinary creatures after all, and no race is born with such a terrifying aura. That breath will not be contaminated by anyone, and will only be born from the most brutal fighting. As a member of the race that is best at avoiding danger in the entire abyss, Bagmoru is very familiar with it - that is not the level of fighting that Pandoratel can survive.
But Nemo Wright claims he crawled to the surface as soon as he was born.
He is lying, he must be lying. If this is a lie, then the statement about the ontology must be too - after all, there is only one exception in the abyss where the size and strength are completely disproportionate.
The grey parrot shuddered violently suddenly.
"Hey, Dylan..." it murmured, and the blond youth raised his eyebrows and squinted at it.
"...When was the eighteenth generation demon king defeated?" Absolutely impossible, Bagmoru thought. But the unknown cold climbed up its back, and it just couldn't help asking. "I heard that it should be the nineteenth generation now."
"More than twenty years ago." Jesse Dylan turned his gaze back to Debbie in the center of the room. "The nineteenth generation? No one has obtained information these years. Last time they returned with a full load. The next expedition should not be so fast. Why, you suspect..." He seemed to be suddenly interested, lowered his voice, and moved his beautiful face closer. very close. "Mr. Wright is the nineteenth generation demon king?"
"I didn't!" Bagmoru held back a scream, "He... he must be a rogue, he can't be that thing!"
"You should have some confidence in yourself, sweet little guy." The smile on Jesse's face became more obvious. "Maybe you guessed it right."
"But if that's true, O'Lorry... Oro's won't be unresponsive until now." It was almost paralyzed by his own ridiculous guess, but luckily grabbed a life-saving straw just in time. "...you're kidding me!"
"Oh, yes." Jesse coughed lightly. "Who made you look so serious? Can't help it, sorry."
But the grey parrot was not fooled by him.
"You don't ask me who Orori is." It stared suspiciously at the pretty face of the blond youth, "You know Orori?"
"Guess what?" Jesse replied casually, turning his eyes back to the center of the room again—
"... Nemo, did your team choose people based on their faces? I like this idea." Debbie, who had just entered the door, stood in the center of the room and glanced around. "What were you doing just now? Why is everyone looking... uh, not very happy."
"Nimo just saw the doctor, we are just asking about the situation." Ann answered quickly.
Hearing the word "doctor", the girl lowered her head slightly. "Ah... yes, Nemo can't remember before he was picked up. So you're here to find Ms. Nadine..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and the subtle embarrassment was about to spread.
"So what?" The girl took a few breaths and quickly changed the subject. "Nemo, have you recovered your memory?"
"Recovering." Nemo tried to squeeze a less suspicious smile, his face froze. "Nothing special - I survived by luck in the first place, much as we guessed when we were kids."
Debbie narrowed her eyes: "Are you sure? I guessed you survived by breathing fire when I was a kid."
"...about the same as old Patrick's guess."
Debbie looked him up and down, and then glanced at the gray parrot beside the blond young man, who was yanking his feathers. After a long time, he said "oh".
"Does Horizon have to kill Nadine?" Seeing that Nemo couldn't hold back, Anri quickly brought the topic back. "Don't mind, I'm just asking - after all, you stopped me from asking the innkeeper any further, I don't think you're a completely impersonal style of behavior."
"We investigated, and she hid the truth from everyone in the village and didn't even tell her best friends - they all thought Nadine was her own 'grandmother'." Debbie's smile faded a little. She jumped to the table in the room and sat down, dangling her legs. "Although I don't know the reason... but she works so hard to maintain the status quo, she should have her intentions."
"Miss Wright." Debbie stepped into the room and started, Oliver spoke for the first time, with an inexplicable nervousness in his voice. "According to Mrs. Nadine, the client should only be her ordinary patient. The matter should not be irreversible."
"As far as I know, there is no way to recover." Debbie stared at Oliver's face for two seconds, her legs stopped shaking, and her expression became a little more cautious. "As far as the mercenary guild's rules are concerned, the Eastern Witch is a genuinely hostile race, a potential threat. We swore to Shizhang that we would not spare any dangerous elements that might harm our fellow citizens—unless she could throw all her powers away. But we all know that's impossible."
"Why?" Nemo sat down on the edge of the bed, finally relieved to see Debbie no longer struggling with his memory issues.
"Have you ever seen a flower pluck yourself off, big brother?" The girl shook her head, "I have to give you a few spell books. The library in Lusign Township is full of things that you can't get out of your hands... The previous generation of the Eastern Witch The lifespan of the offspring is drawn through the root system, you should know that. The connection of the root system obeys Woodruff's theorem, and they keep the dead roots."
"Just use the same source of power to hedge," Nemo heard himself say. He hadn't yet realized whether "Woodruff's Theorem" was a lingua franca word, and the words leaked out of his mouth. It was as natural as finding a long-forgotten old toy in a dusty box, and the jumble of runes and magic circles swept through his mind like a gust of wind.
"…if it creates just the right recoil at the same time it finally sucks, destroying the loop nodes of the root system in sequence, it will think the target is dead - and the root will be cut off completely. Woodruff's theorem still holds in this case."
Like Jade Bird's language, knowledge from unknown sources was churning in his mind.
Debbie was silent for a while: "... Which rich person donated a lot to the library?"
Oops.
Cold sweat suddenly burst out from Nemo's forehead. He himself had not recovered from the accident, and the chaotic thoughts made him completely stuck. So he had to look to Oliver for help—
"We went a lot too," Oliver said sincerely. "Nimo always liked to read, you know."
"Well, I thought my brother was in charge of logistics in the team." Debbie coughed, Oliver's innocent expression was surprisingly convincing, and the suspicion in the girl's eyes gradually dissipated. "Uh...that's theoretically possible. But IMHO, Madam Nadine isn't that strong. And to break the nodes, the roots have to be observed—no one can see the roots of the Eastern Witch."
"I know you want to help her." Debbie straightened her robes, "but for Nemo's sake, I advise you—you better stay out of your way, trust me, you're not the first to want to do this. Man. The head of the regiment is a mission freak, and he won't be merciful just because of... certain things." She gave Oliver a meaningful look. "I don't really want to mention the ending of those people before, don't ask."
She put an end to the topic decisively.
Pulling aside the only contradiction, the atmosphere is relatively light. Nemo had to be pressed by Debbie and chatted for an hour. Oliver listened carefully, interrupting from time to time. Adrian watched the first ten minutes numbly and left the room. An Ze stayed where he was, staring at a small gap on the edge of the wooden table in a daze.
Until a repressed cry pierced the gradually darkening sky.
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )