Nemo's first reaction was to put up his shield. As soon as he thought about it, a translucent black shadow instantly covered the two of them.
The sky was not so dark that the fingers could not be seen, and the outlines of things in the darkness were still clearly discernible. They'll never miss a human-sized target unless—
A chubby orange cat was burrowing hard through a gap in the garden fence. However, it was too fat - just halfway through, the whole cat was firmly stuck in the fence.
"Help me." It repeated unprofessional in that terrifying voice, "Help me."
"..." Nemo was silent for a while, then removed the shadow shield. He pinched his arm blankly a few times to make sure it wasn't a ridiculous dream. "Oli, do you hear me? I may have hallucinations again."
"I hear you." Oliver stepped forward without a word, and pulled the cat out with great effort, almost knocking down the fence. "This should be Madam Nadine's cat. It just..." He raised the cat suspiciously in the air, looking at the round cat's face. "Did it just talk?"
"Put me down." The orange cat quickly proved his language ability.
Oliver shivered expressionlessly and let go of his hand instinctively. The cat was on all fours and slammed into the ground, with no feline grace at all. It calmly adjusted its position and began to lick one of its front paws.
"Why do you say it's too late?" He must be crazy, Nemo thought, bewildered as he asked—he was asking about a cat.
"Wither," the cat said in an unpleasant voice, as if unable to say too long a sentence at once. "I can provide... blight power. Are you going to help her?"
It stopped licking and looked up at the two of them: "Do you want to help?"
"I don't mind," Nemo whispered. "Want to try it, Ollie?"
"Of course." Oliver crouched down and rubbed the cat—or something else's head. "While we can't guarantee success... who are you?"
"Caramel," said the "cat," "no other name."
"Uh... Let me put it another way, what are you? Where does the Withering Power come from—" Oliver asked half of his words when he was suddenly interrupted by the scene in front of him, and Nemo simply took a step back.
The round cat pupils expanded even more, and almost the entire eyeball of the orange cat became pure black. And before it was over, two new eyes popped out of its face—its face became large and flat, and its body swelled like dough in an oven.
A huge bony lizard appeared in front of the two of them.
Unlike White II, who is more than half-human tall, its bone shell glows a touch of golden yellow in the moonlight, and its height is about the same as Oliver's. The middle-level demon in its original form blinked its four eyes and moved cautiously to the flagstone road, so as to stay away from the garden - when it began to return to its original shape, its claws swept across a weed on the road, and the originally moist green grass was visible to the naked eye. withered down.
"Demon," it said. "You call us demons."
The pale yellow lizard rolled its tongue in Nemo's direction and turned to Oliver. "You're strong. You don't hurt us. You name us," it said with difficulty. "You're fine."
"Thanks?" Oliver said uncertainly. Listening to the meaning of this lizard, it seems to know about White II. Although he still can't figure out what White II really wants...
and many more.
Adrian has said that the knuckle lizard is very sensitive to magic - before White II was so afraid of Nemo, perhaps because he felt the breath of the superior demon. But it is very close to itself, helping along the way, and Caleb Village is the only way to cross the desert...
"You are waiting." Oliver tentatively put his hand on the lizard's bone shell and asked his guess. "...Are you waiting for someone to help her?"
If White II has communicated with it, and their purpose is really the same, this efficiency is too low. Oliver thought. White II never spoke, and it was powerless to change their scheduled itinerary.
It picks out powerful passers-by, then awkwardly protects them and follows them. If they did stop at Caleb, they would inform their fellow villagers who could speak, and find an opportunity to persuade them to help the dying witch—this seemed feasible at first glance, but the actual success rate was pitifully small.
Not to mention how dangerous it is for a middle-level demon to appear in a human village, even if the chosen person does not attack it, there is no reason to help the witch—Oliver has already seen its poor eloquence. And he doesn't think that a demon who can't speak common languages can understand Woodruff's theorem and know how Nadine can be saved.
They're just… waiting. Wait for someone who may or may never show up.
"Yes." The knuckle lizard's answer was very clear, "There is nothing else I can do."
The humid air seemed to make it uncomfortable, and it shrank a few times unnaturally, and returned to the orange cat shape - and then began to frantically lick the fur on its back.
"What are we going to do?" Nemo followed Oliver and pressed the cat's head, and the orange cat's fur instantly exploded.
"You need a medium." The orange cat seemed to be trying his best to curb the urge to escape, and his unpleasant voice changed a bit. "You help her, I will give it."
"Thank you," it added tremblingly, bowing its furry head. "thank you all."
"We'll do our best," Nemo muttered, taking the opportunity to touch again. The fat cat was shaking to the bone, struggled to his feet, and rushed into the garden again—this time he wasn't stuck.
Nemo sighed and retracted his hand uncomfortably.
"'They're on vacation, after all their king isn't there,' remember, Ollie?" Nemo looked at the orange cat who slid into the house. "As far as its power goes, it's probably—"
"The leader of that group of knuckle lizards." Oliver took over the words, lowered his head and lifted the upper of the soft shoes. "But shouldn't they and Nadine be natural enemies?"
But the two of them were not the only ones bothered by the knuckle lizards.
Adrian Close was leaning in the corridor, looking out the window. Although it was getting dark, most of the window glass was his own shadow.
Too many things happen in one day. His common sense and reality were ripping apart in his head, and yes, he did let go of Oliver Ramon...or rather, Oliver Lopez. But the former Judge Knight Commander was still a little uneasy—it was not some kind of indecision, but a vague premonition born of instinct.
It can't be that simple.
A superior demon born at the bottom of the abyss, just happened to grow into a human? Adrian does not think that humans can fish out a complete "person" from the bottom of the sea, and the appearance of creatures at the bottom of the abyss has always been more exaggerated than those at the bottom of the abyss.
But he couldn't find any known theory to explain it. There is no tenable evidence to deny the other party with a "I don't think it is possible", Adrian asked himself that he couldn't do it.
This made his head hurt even more.
And just when he was about to pinch the center of his eyebrows purple, a vague white shadow flashed by the window. It was fast, but not so fast that the knight of the trial could not tell the difference—a fuller goat was running out of the village, with no fixed leather straps for tying luggage.
It was that middle-level demon with an unknown purpose. Adrian did not hesitate, he confirmed that there were enough arrows in the quiver, and then decisively chased out.
Fifteen minutes later, he folded his arms, trying to suppress the urge to pinch his brows.
Adrian Cross was stepping on the sand that was getting colder. White II stopped not far from the village, changed back to his original form, and began to dig sand with concentration. It wasn't the only one digging—a group of knuckle lizards bit each other's tails, and the familiar spine shape reappeared before him. They spread out not far from White II, digging through the sand like a marmot into the depths of the desert.
White II was especially fast. When Adrian began to wonder if it had penetrated into the center of the earth, it returned to the surface again, with a small clump of wet sand carefully wrapped around its tail. It shook the sand on its body, rested in place for a few minutes, and began to bury the hole it left.
Not every knuckle lizard was so lucky, only two or three came back to the ground tangled in sand. The tails of the successful ones pointed to the sky, while the tails of the losers were curled into a ball, silently burying the traces of the digging.
Adrian watched silently as the knuckle lizards did not know what to do.
White II gathered the sand balls from his companions, dug a shallow pit, and threw the sand balls down one by one. But when it was thrown to the end, a sinful hand grabbed the only remaining sand ball.
Adrian frowned and squeezed it open, and inside it was a few small rocks, heavy as metal.
He pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped the suspicious little rock in his pocket. Immediately he lowered his eyes - White II was looking up at him, his eyes full of grievances. Seemingly finding that the other party did not intend to return it, it turned around dejectedly and began to bury the sand clumps honestly.
"Your interest is really strange." A frivolous voice came from behind, "Come out in the middle of the night to watch the demons dig sand? Are all the hobbies of the Knights of Judgment so interesting?"
Adrian didn't look back, just sighed: "Your interest is also quite strange, and following your companions is not something to be admired."
"Oh, I thought you were going on a date with a girl!" Jesse Dylan rubbed his hands. "If it's true, I'll have to make a sudden interruption to stimulate it, right?"
"Where's Bagelmore?" Adrian wasn't ready to take up that boring topic.
"I fell asleep and screamed 'don't eat me' in my dream." The blond young man shrugged, "Mr. Wright may have left a serious psychological shadow on it."
Adrian thought for a moment, took out the handkerchief, and unfolded it again: "Don't talk about this... Dylan, do you know this thing?"
No matter how unscrupulous this person is, his strength and knowledge cannot be faked.
"Seed." Jesse picked up one and tossed it. "They're too old to be dead."
"Thank you." The knight commander nodded, "I'll go back first, you can enjoy the night view slowly."
He diverted his attention for a while, and the knuckle lizards had already run away. Even White II became a small white dot in his field of vision and was running towards the village. In profile, it has changed back to fuller goat.
"What are you doing with these dead seeds?" Jesse asked suddenly.
"The demon's purpose is too strong, this thing may be related to its purpose." Adrian replied calmly, "And I am the consultant of this team, and I have an obligation to tell the leader of the team this information. "
"Does it make sense? I think we'll be leaving soon. Bone-knotted lizards don't like wet weather, there's no way that demon would leave the desert with us."
"No." The knight commander sighed, "I don't think the captain will leave Caleb at this time, Mrs. Nadine's affairs... he will intervene."
"Believe him so much?"
"I believe in how I see people." Adrian's voice was a little cold, "If Oliver Ramon chooses to ignore at this time, I will reconsider my decision."
If Mr. Ramon chooses to flee in the face of opposing forces, look away before the blood of the innocent. Then his commitment to Nemo can only be regarded as a statement made in the blood of a moment, or a cover up out of love.
And Adrian would only trust him once.
"Look, that's why I want to join." Ignoring Adrian's cold voice, Jesse's tone was still full of interest. "You always do this kind of stupid thing that can't be successful. This kind of hilarity looks extra happy."
"It's not stupid."
"Oh, you sure don't think so. You've done the exact same thing." Jesse stretched out an arm, as if trying to hook Adrian's shoulder, but it was neatly blocked. "You know what those old men are going to do, but you still insist on exposing that poor devil - he hasn't had time to do anything yet. Don't be surprised, you think I'll believe that out there... What's the matter, tempting a best friend for merit. Fallen evil knight?"
"How they deal with it is their business." Adrian quickened his pace to get rid of the people behind him. "What I do is my business, there is no cause and effect."
"Even if you know the ending."
"I don't know the ending." The knight commander stopped. "For me, a miracle happened once, so of course it can happen a second time."
"You're so naive and lovely, what if it didn't happen?"
"Then it didn't happen." Adrian shook his head. "You don't get it, Mr. Dylan. It doesn't matter what other people do or what the possible outcome is. I think so did Mr. Ramon—we just chose The way you believe in."
"That's called 'stupidity.'" Jesse raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever you think." The knight commander replied casually, and started walking in the direction of Caleb Village again. "I don't need your understanding."
This time Jesse didn't follow.
The blond young man stopped throwing the seed in his hand, he grabbed it, and stared at the back of Adrian Cross, who was gradually receding.
The delicate green rattan drilled out from between his fingers and wrapped around his fingers. It is slender and fragile, yet full of life. Jesse let go of his fist, and the rubble-like seed lay in his palm—and the cane was swiftly retracting into it, like a startled snail retracting its shell.
"That's stupid," he sighed at it. "You think so too, Miss Miracle?"
Adrian Cross, who returned to his hotel room, was not disappointed. Their head seemed to have decided to step in, but the sight gave him a stomachache.
No one was packing. Oliver was clutching the Sword of Rest with a serious expression, and the blade went out. He was obviously practicing magic control. And another...
"Another one!" Ann threw another magic circle with great interest - Nemo nodded at a certain position of the magic circle with a bitter face, the magic circle suddenly collapsed, and then disappeared.
"Ouch, Cross, are you done calming down?" The female warrior turned her head and grabbed Nemo's robe. "About Nadine, these two boys thought of an idea, and it's still a little feasible."
"It's doable," Nemo corrected her in a low voice, sounding a little guilty. "But we have to practice practice..."
"And our demon seems to have remembered a lot of good things. I haven't found a spell he can't solve yet." She seemed to remember something, and loosened Nemo's robe a little stiffly. "But I can make up to three magic circles at the same time. What about you, Cross? Is there any way to give him some problems?"
"Perhaps." Adrian's expression remained calm. "If I'm not mistaken... You're going to start practicing breaking nodes, aren't you, Mr. Wright?"
"Yes."
"You can see those roots."
"can."
"…Okay, but I have to make a point in advance," Adrian Close said. "If you're really going to exploit the loopholes in Woodruff's theorem, as it stands, you can't succeed. I've seen similar Trying, simulating death is equivalent to a precise operation." The knight commander glanced at Oliver, who had stopped nervously. "And you seem to plan to operate both at the same time."
"But we only have this way." Nemo's expression was blank for a moment, "After all, my power is not of the same source as Ms. Nadine's, so I can't use it as a hedge."
"I said, 'As things stand,'" Adrian said slowly, "but I don't think it's too much of a problem for you and Mr. Ramon—I'm sorry you may not have time tonight. rest."
"It's best for the two of you to practice how to cooperate from now on."
,Wonderful!
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