Stray

Chapter 90: Exceptional

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Nemo got stuck miserably.

What to do next, should he answer "yes" affectionately? He should be able to do it—but his tongue seems to be in a knot, and Nemo babbles in embarrassment for a long time, failing to get a word out.

The blankness on Oliver's face lasted for about ten seconds, and then was gradually replaced by a larger and larger smile. Those green eyes were slightly curved with a smile, shining with pure and joyful light. He raised his eyebrows and raised his hand—a warm hand on Nemo's head.

The hand rubbed so hard that Nemo could feel his sandy hair completely messed up.

"Looks like you're not going to object," Oliver's tone was so brisk that Nemo had never heard the other speak in such a light voice since their journey. "Then it's decided."

"...Okay." Nemo finally squeezed the answer out of his throat. He suddenly felt guilty and didn't dare to look at the other party's smile.

It was faster and easier than he thought. There were no peculiar signs in the air, and his world did not have a few more colors that had never existed for a moment. The sun rose, the radiance of the morning sun filled the room, everything was quiet and warm. Oliver is still Oliver, without a sudden dazzling edge of light.

Is this the end

Although he had provoked all of this himself, Nemo was rather restrained after the momentum was overshadowed by the other party - otherwise he would definitely not hesitate to give Oliver a hug to celebrate their success. But at this moment, the soles of his boots were glued to the floor like invisible glue, and he couldn't move a single step.

Is this a good sign, or a bad one

Nemo pondered hard, the "smartness" in the previous relationship had long since vanished. There was no book or knowledge that could explain his current state, which made him even more nervous.

And Oliver saw Nemo's eyes became more and more erratic, and his eyebrows became higher and higher. He shook his head amusingly, and decisively hugged the man standing in front of him—Nimo was as stiff as a statue in an instant.

"Hey, we're not getting married tomorrow." Oliver whispered in each other's ear, and the edge of that ear quickly became red. "… take it slow."

"You don't look nervous at all," Nemo murmured, wrapping his arms around the other's back almost viciously. "It's not fair."

"I pretended." Oliver responded quickly, "Actually, I was so nervous that I almost vomited."

Nemo tugged at the fabric of the other's back. Before anything else, he had to admit that he really liked the hug—even though they were both dirty and exhausted, and there was no romantic element at all. But the hug did make him forget all the annoying things for a moment, like the warm and lazy sunshine of autumn.

He narrowed his eyes, let out a small sigh, and finally found some real sense of the relationship - and was instantly awakened by the knock on the door.

"…Why are you locking the kitchen?" Debbie exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Even if I'm from Horizon... not so much, Nemo!"

Nemo let go of Oliver awkwardly and coughed twice. He drooped his head to the door and quickly opened it.

"Nadine is asleep, and Lisa is with her." Debbie said like a bean, and strode into the room with her big eyes swept across the kitchen. "And you two are not prepared for anything?"

"Nadine lost everything." Facing Debbie, Oliver was obviously not as uncomfortable as the first time, and he put a hand on Nemo's shoulder. "We'll get some elsewhere in a while."

Debbie stared suspiciously at the hand, then swept Nemo's red ears. She gave a long "um".

"Big brother." The girl's voice even had a bit of seriousness in her voice, "Do you... have something to say to your dear sister?"

"That's it." Nemo sullenly put an arm on Oliver's shoulder, and patted Oliver's shoulder along the way. "Let me reintroduce, this is Oliver Ramon, my... er... boyfriend."

Debbie's expression froze, a mixture of very obvious "As expected" and "How could you".

She looked like she wanted to grab the staff for a split second, dipping her fingers in the air a few times. Eventually she decides where to go—she throws her head up, trying to make herself look taller, before reaching out and grabbing the front of Nemo's robe with both hands.

"Before you... I didn't do anything but read books in your free time. I was afraid that you would be stupid when you read books," she said sadly. "From the age of eight until I left. I have been running around with all of them, ok. Making a chance encounter with all the pretty girls in town..."

"It turns out you like men!" She looked like she was about to cry. "If you had said it sooner, maybe you two would have been in Roadmark Town—"

"I just found out too..." Nemo replied unconvinced.

"...you go get some food, Nemo." Debbie said suddenly and firmly, she let go of her hand and turned her eyes to Oliver. "Lisa looks reluctant to walk away, but Nadine has to replenish her energy."

"Debbie?"

"Go, Nemo." Oliver's voice was smiling. "I'm not going to disappear suddenly—it looks like this lady wants to talk to me alone."

"Come on!" Debbie pushed Nemo's back and pushed him out of the kitchen abruptly, then slammed the door shut with a click.

The two siblings were exactly the same, and Oliver almost chuckled. However, when Debbie turned around, the smile on her face nearly disappeared. The girl didn't see the relaxed expression just now, she stared at the ground and sighed softly.

"It's hard for Nemo to really 'like' someone." She spoke much slower. "If you're in a relationship like this...he must really care about you. He never hides anything from the people he cares about."

Oliver looked at the little girl in front of him seriously: "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes." Debbie said simply, with the neatness and chill of a professional mercenary in her gestures. "I know he has a bad relationship with demons. Don't be nervous, I won't tell our captain... Nemo doesn't lie at all, and when he lies, his small movements are very obvious. And he told me about 'restoring memory' before. When it happened, there was no doubt that he lied. There was absolutely no need for him to hide anything from me. If he did it deliberately, then there is only one possibility."

She nodded on the white tin badge on her chest: "His position does not allow it, and he is afraid that it will be difficult for me to do it. There are only a few hostile races that cannot be accommodated, and it is not difficult to guess."

"Thank you." Oliver put away the smile on his face and said solemnly. "Thank you for not reporting."

"After all, I don't have any solid evidence, and of course, I won't go looking for it. Nemo is still the same, I don't think he will do anything outrageous." Debbie brushed the curly hair beside her cheek, "and I never I thought about this possibility very early on."

She raised her eyes: "Mr. Ramon, if you really like him. I hope you can know... he's a little special, he's always a little slow in his feelings, and there are subtle deviations between his cognition and ordinary people."

"I feel it a little." Oliver nodded slightly, "I don't care."

"No, I don't think you understand." Debbie shook her head.

Meanwhile, Nemo walked out to the front yard with his purse in hand.

Still thinking about the awesomeness of his "starting a new relationship with a man", he almost bumped into Ann. The female warrior was placing one hand on the knight commander's shoulder, supporting the opponent steadily.

"Look at the road, young man." There was a smile in her voice. "You guys are all right, it looks like you are done? Sorry, I just saw Cross fall and took a step first."

"Godwin is gone and Nadine is resting. I'll go get her something to eat."

"Nice job. I knew it was going to happen when the Lopez guy took the sword."

"Where's Dylan?" Nemo looked left and right, but didn't find the golden head.

"I'm dizzy outside. It should be a stun spell." An said with a short "ha", "It's good for him to bask in the sun."

"You can let it go, Ms. Savage." Adrian didn't look good. His face was pale, there were many scratches on his face, and there was obvious blood on the corner of his mouth. "I'll just rest for a while."

"Well, after I burned three pages of healing spells." The female warrior frowned, "What the hell are you and Dylan doing?"

"I'll find an opportunity to explain."

"Anyway, I'll find a place to drop our knight commander first," Ann waved his hand, "you go and return quickly."

Although he knew that Debbie would not really do anything to Oliver, Nemo quickly bought the soft food materials suitable for the sick, and rushed back to the witch's residence as quickly as he could. And he was about to open the door of the front yard, when a strange breath came from the back yard - it was extremely weak, as if it would disappear at any time, and it was especially like a strand of gold doped in sackcloth. At the moment when his movements stopped, it suddenly weakened as if it sensed something.

Nemo didn't hesitate, he decisively knocked over the bag of small potatoes in his arms, and then buried his head and pretended to pick it up. He tried to spread out the scouts carefully, while picking up the little potatoes that had spread all over the floor.

He succeeded.

Jesse Dillon, who should have fainted in the corner, is standing in the empty backyard. He looked all right, his brilliant blond hair undisturbed. Jesse was still tossing the seed, murmuring something, as if talking to it.

"They really succeeded," he whispered to it. "It's getting interesting."

The pretty blond young man raised his head, as if he was scanning the sand field in front of him. Nemo knew very well—under the tossing of the orange cat, all the Dihya seeds in there should have withered. That's the king of knuckle lizards, and dealing with a dying seed is no problem.

"I don't hate tragedies." Jesse curled her lips. "It's a good story to try 10,000 times and then fail. But what to say..."

"Only occasional." He threw the seeds casually into the sand. "Salute to the fools who work in vain."

Then he stretched and walked calmly towards the back door of the house.

Just as the door closed, something arched out of the sand. A hint of green covered the golden yellow of the sand, followed by more green, the seeds that should have died burrowed out of the sand, and the brocade-like green quickly spread. Plants that have disappeared for a long time are growing wildly, the vines are visibly thick, and golden flower buds are drilled out.

Nemo picked up the last little potato and straightened up.

The backyard became a sea of flowers.

The appearance of the flowers is puzzling. They don't seem to have a definite shape, more like a blob of molten gold. Liquid flowers bloom in the air, petals splattering like droplets, a sharp and aggressive beauty in the soft morning light. Their growth did not stop because of the flowers, and the emerald vines covered the entire sandy ground and climbed up the house and spread in all directions.

The villagers' faint exclamations could be heard in the distance.

And he's not the only one to spot someone's "little tricks". Adrian Cross was leaning against the wall of the corridor, and there was still a trace of unnatural spell fluctuations on the former knight commander. In front of him, a bloody peeping circle was gradually dissipating.

Nemo took a deep breath and decided to keep this little episode in his heart—since Jesse Dylan was determined to join the team, they still had time.

Except for Nadine and Lisa, the other two people in the room were unaware of what was happening outside the room.

"I remember it very clearly, even when I was young." Debbie's voice was a little lower. "Nimo wasn't big at the time... Our brother Joshua Wright died. He wasn't careful when climbing a tree and he fell off the tree and hit his head on a rock."

"We were all sad. Don't look at me like this, I at least knew what sadness was. We spent almost all the money and managed to give Joshua a decent funeral. But big brother he... "

"He can't accept it?"

"No, quite the opposite. He never cried at the time, and he didn't look sad at all."

Oliver looked silently at Debbie, who pursed his lips.

"Then he dug up Joshua's body the next day and put it at the dinner table. It was pretty hot back then, you know..." She shrugged. "Old Patrick nearly beat him up. We did it again that afternoon. It was buried once, and that night he dug up the body again and carried it to Joshua's original bed."

"He doesn't seem to understand... well, some common sense. Then he's been working on it, I can see." Debbie took a deep breath and bowed her head to Oliver. "Nemo should be better now. But maybe at some point in the future, he'll be like this again. If you really like him, then please… give him some time."

"Please, Mr. Ramon."

It should be fine at this point, she thought.

She omitted some insignificant details, the words were too absurd. She didn't have to say them too.

"Joshua is 'dead'." Old Patrick in memory spit at Nemo. "Dead! No more! Stop digging, he won't—"

In the strong smell of corpse, the young Debbie hugged the rag rabbit tightly in her arms.

"But his appearance is changing." Nemo, who was also young, retorted stubbornly, "He's just resting. When he... gets used to it, he will move again!"

Old Patrick was so angry that he was about to go over: "Who told you a lie?"

"Because I'm like this." The dark-haired child in the memory whispered, "I'm like this?"

,Wonderful!

(m.. = )