Duran Fergil sat down on the floor. The miscellaneous things behind finally fell to the ground, and after a series of collision noises, it became quiet. After a slack, he took out a prepared small drawing board from one of his pockets - the thick parchment was well glued to the thin board, which was light and convenient. The man hurriedly supported the drawing board on his knees with his left hand, took out a charcoal stick with his right hand, and began to draw the lively scene of the branch hall.
This team called Tumbleweed was even younger than he thought.
He subconsciously thought the team captain would be the older Savage or Cross. Thinking about it carefully, Oliver Ramon is just an ordinary fugitive from the small town around him, and he will not have too strong appeal and leadership. On the other hand, in terms of the missions this team has taken on, the two missions they've done so far are all of the unremarkable type at first glance—the one about Adrian Cross that ended relatively crazy Some, but it just proves that they have the ability to infiltrate the Garland dungeon and are good at escaping.
The tracing mission in Vincennes also appears to be a success. They seem to be stepping on the minimum standard of taking tasks every month, and they have no ambitions for expansion. Savage's strength and low profile are well-known in the industry. Even if Adrian Cross was strong before, he would not be able to make a splash if he lost his strength. Jesse Dillon, despite his notorious reputation, has never made a name for himself when it comes to money.
There was even a demonic believer among them. In terms of faith acceptance, he couldn't find a more suitable team.
Fergil thought casually, took out a piece of dry bread, and began to rub the part of the parchment paper that was wrong.
He has to be careful. Fergil sighed—he had to stay away from Adrian Cross to prevent his own distortions from being noticed. In case the identity is revealed, I don't know if this team is still willing to take on his mission.
But Duran Fergil's fears have come true.
After being informed of the client's situation, to Nemo's surprise, Oliver did not show a particularly surprised look - their head raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Well, Mr. Vergil doesn't look like a mage." Oliver pondered, his face calm. "I don't know if he would mind telling us the purpose of entering the crypt of the Church of the Abyss."
"...Are you going to pick it up?" Nemo didn't hide the surprise in his voice, "Ordinary clients would be safer."
Oliver gave him a deep look with a complicated expression: "Of course, we have to talk to Ann and the others first. Mr. Cross should give us some advice."
Oliver probably didn't react, Nemo thought firmly. He himself has no problem with pretending to be a demon warlock, but dealing with a real demon warlock is two different things. They have to take an ordinary task from an ordinary person, and it is the right way to act as cautiously as possible. Maybe the other two can comment on this -
Ann Savage laughed loudly and unceremoniously for three full minutes.
"Oh, isn't that just right?" Ann finally laughed enough, pounding her chest in relief. "God, we should take a picture of his face - what the hell are you nervous about, Nemo?"
"Baggarmoru has been with me all the time, and it's also my business to peek at the church of the abyss." Nemo said dryly, turning his face a little embarrassed. "Overall, I don't want to cause you too much trouble—"
"Since that gentleman is a demon warlock himself, he should have a good understanding of the Church of the Abyss. This will make things easier." Adrian Cross didn't mean to protest at all, but his expression was equally subtle. "Personally, now that I've discovered a demon warlock in disguise, I'd like to find out what his purpose is - after all, it's equivalent to an imminent superior demon."
"Yeah." An wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Nimo, a demon warlock is not a superior demon, you can directly suppress him if necessary. And no matter what you show, a demon warlock is absolutely It's impossible to inform other surface sects - you didn't think about suppressing him?"
Nemo laughed dryly, scratched his head, and responded to the question with silence.
"Looking at Mr. Vergil's attitude, he seems to want to keep a low profile." Oliver hurriedly cleared the siege. "Just looking at the content of the mission is fine, at least you don't need to kill anyone." The mission of killing the church members of the abyss is in his memory. Passing in line.
"I'm in favor of taking this mission." The knight commander sighed, "but I also say it outright, this is for very personal reasons - Mr. Wright, I can always follow the surveillance, but this one... Now that I know, I can't be didn't see it."
"I agree too." Ann said excitedly, patting Nemo on the back. "Get along well with the client, Nemo—"
"Aren't you asking Dylan's opinion?" Nemo tried dying. "Or wait, maybe there's a safer..."
"Are you still nervous?... Wow, are you still nervous?" Ann covered her mouth with her fist, "Pfft... I'm sorry, I'll laugh a little longer."
"That's it." Oliver tried his best to sullenly, took the task from the task list, and grabbed the scroll that appeared in the void. "Let's go see the client."
Duran Fergil is still sitting in his old seat. As soon as he entered the hall, Nemo gave the other members a general description of the client's situation. The reaction of the two veteran players did not bring much peace of mind.
"This kind of distortion is small." Adrian nodded, "He shouldn't be too crazy."
"It's the type I like." An Ze whistled, "A good figure."
Nemo completely abandoned the last ray of hope, took a few deep breaths, and followed Oliver's footsteps. And tried to hold back his face, not showing any too suspicious expression.
"I remember there's another?" Duran Fergil put away the painting he was drawing, and stood up very generously - he stood so quickly that he was almost dragged back to the floor by the too heavy package behind him. "Oops... I'm sorry, I'm a little excited."
"In the toilet." Ann lied without hesitation, "don't mind him."
"I'll introduce myself again, my name is Duran Vergil. Painter, amateur exorcist, no fixed beliefs." He bowed slightly, and Nemo, who was staring at him, bowed stiffly. , and then straightened up like a spring.
"Exorcist?" The female warrior raised her eyebrows and pulled the back collar of Nemo's robe in a warning way. "Then what would you like us to do for you, Mr. Amateur Exorcist?" She accentuated the exorcist's voice.
And Adrian frowned, he didn't say a word, just carefully looked at the messy gadgets on Virgil's belt.
"I need to enter the catacombs of the Abyss Church, I think you already know this." Fergil's tone became serious, "I won't ask you to take risks... Don't you have a demon believer? I need Mr. Wright with me. Go for a trip. Infiltrating the tomb requires at least two people to meet each other, and other demon believers are not willing to take this job."
"Isn't it good for ordinary humans?" Oliver asked seriously.
"No. If you don't have a demonic aura, you will never be able to infiltrate the Church of the Abyss." Duran shook his head, with a wry smile on his resolute face, "I know what you want to ask... In a sense, I am indeed a demon believer. "
"The exorcist who has a contract with the devil?" An Rao answered with interest, "It sounds like a lot of inside information."
"That's it." Fergil replaced a wry smile with a normal one, "Anyway, thank you for taking my mission... God, you don't know how important this is to me. Don't worry, I'll make sure Mr. Wright's Safety!"
Nemo tried to tug at the corners of his mouth, but failed to laugh, so he had to remain expressionless.
"Mr. Wright, what about your familiar?" Virgil patted his head. "The data says it's a parrot, can I see it?"
"The parrot was throwing a tantrum and went away for a few days." Just as Nemo was about to speak, Oliver said quickly, "We're having a headache too."
"...that's a bit tricky, if the demon believer doesn't have a familiar..."
"It's better to pretend to be a demon warlock." An said meaningfully, "Can the Church of the Abyss be separated?"
"Theoretically not." Virgil shook his head, "but that's dangerous! Demon believers can't use abyss magic without a familiar. If Mr. Wright needs to cast spells..."
"Oh, that's fine." A new voice interjected. "Mr. Wright has a great staff, he can use abyss spells, and you can rest assured of his strength."
Jesse walked over slowly, playing with some balls of parchment in his hand, and a contract-like handwriting appeared in the gap between the balls: "I'm back from the toilet." He stretched his voice, and his beautiful eyes glanced at Xiang An, who Rolled his eyes.
"... Since you said so." The tall dark-skinned man hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "We shouldn't be there long, so be it."
"We need a little time to prepare." Nemo took a deep breath and finally managed to keep his voice calm. "When do you want to leave?"
"The sooner the better, let me see... how about eight o'clock tonight?"
"Okay." Oliver said, stepped forward and shook hands with Duran Fergil briefly, and handed over the task paper. "At eight o'clock tonight, gather here."
"I also have to prepare well." Fergil smiled, he carefully stuffed the paper roll into the smaller package, and then waved his hand boldly. "See you tonight then?"
He didn't hesitate, and walked out of the branch hall with a large bag and a small bag.
"Where did I get the staff, Mr. Dylan?" After confirming that Fergil's figure disappeared from the door, Nemo slowly grabbed Jesse's collar, "It will be exposed at the beginning!"
"Don't you have a bone spur from a knuckle lizard?" The blond young man smiled brightly. "Find a staff and replace the magic stone. In theory, the 'surface magic' within a certain limit can also be converted through a medium. Well."
"It's an idea," An thought. "You'll have to change clothes by the way, Nemo. Now you look like everything, not a wizard."
"..." Nemo tugged at his coarse robe awkwardly.
"That's it." Oliver sighed. "Ann, can you and Mr. Cross prepare the staff together? Nemo and I are going to buy some clothes that are more like a mage."
"What about me?" Jesse cried. "Mr. Captain, you can't be so cruel to the new members!"
"The Fuller goat has to be taken care of."
"I can take it with you! To be honest, do you really know what a senior mage should wear?"
"I know-"
"No, you must have missed the details!"
"...Take him, Oliver." Ann coughed twice, "He's right."
two hours later.
"Interesting, why are you holding the sheep here?" Ann stopped outside the store—she was holding a slender package, and Adrian walked beside her with a stomachache on her face.
Oliver, who was beside the Fuller Goat, also looked very ugly.
"Because Mr. Dylan claims that Nemo and I have 'no aesthetics' 'bad taste' 'like a country mage dug out of a swamp'," their leader said through gritted teeth, "he was too loud. ,I have no way."
"I'm telling the truth." Jesse said lazily. "That combination is a crime, and the Church of the Abyss will sentence Mr. Wright just by looking at that dress."
"If you don't shut up," Nemo said in the same gritted voice from the shop, "I'm really going to beat you up, Mr. Dylan."
Saying that, Nemo stepped out the door.
All right. They did lose, Oliver thought. Nemo now looks like a full-blown evil mage—not to mention how gorgeous the clothes are, the gray and black robes are even very simple in style. It only had some simple silver rune embroidery where necessary, and it was much wider than what they had chosen before, with a neatly styled hood.
Nemo's original temperament was very soft, but it was twisted into gloom by this outfit. With the hood, he no longer had a neat short ponytail, but simply let his hair loose. The ends of the hair are hanging down along the shoulders, slightly raised. The feeling of being careless disappeared completely, and it turned into a vague dangerous atmosphere.
"Mr. Wright is too sturdy for a mage." Jesse cleared his throat. "Anyone would think he was an agile warrior if he wore clothes that fit too well. Like from—cough." He stopped just in time for Nemo's icy stare.
"Nice job, keep that look, Nemo." Ann clapped her hands and threw the slender package directly over. "It's so similar—try this now."
Nemo opens the package.
Inside was a strangely shaped staff, about twice as long as a normal staff. The bone spurs of the knuckle lizard were ground into yellowish-white bone balls, embedded in the top of the long staff. The body of the rod is still heavy metal, but it has no luster. The black metal is covered with delicate and bizarre patterns, which does not look like any kind of magic rune.
"This is?" Nemo tried to make two gestures.
"The pole of the floor lamp." An said with a smile, "As I said, our team is underfunded."
The knight commander beside her finally reached out to support her forehead.
,Wonderful!
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