Nemo's movements stopped instantly. To be honest, this thing in his hand looks bluffing enough. The top of the staff exudes a hollowed-out structure like a withered vine, and bone balls float in it, but now it seems—
"Is this place that used to emit luminous crystal balls?" Nemo poked at the floating bone ball, his voice a bit bitter. "I said how the top tip is a bit..."
"That's because I removed the lampshade." Ann's expression was proud and satisfied, "You don't need a staff at all—a real staff isn't very cheap, and it's a waste to dismantle it."
"But it's a good fit," Jesse commented impartially, "you see, how fit it is."
Nemo leaned the sturdy metal rod on the ground, and the metal hit the stone surface with a dull bumping sound. He only had one wish right now—hope that black was the original color of this metal, if it peeled off during casting, the scene would really be out of control.
He was not used to holding the staff, trying to keep the way he walked with the staff not too strange. And when Nemo looked up, he was meeting Oliver's sight. Oliver looked at him very seriously with those emerald eyes, as they did when they first met.
"What?" Nemo raised his eyebrows, "Does he look like a demon warlock? It's a pity, if you don't wear the black badge, the effect will probably be better..."
"No." Oliver shook his head, "I think it suits you very well." Now Nemo showed a hint of edge, and his temperament was a bit close to the state that Hiram defeated Witherspoon that night. The sackcloth robe and the neat but ordinary short ponytail had hidden the sharpness, and now it was slightly unsheathed, and that terrifying breath loomed again.
It's on the street now, and Nemo has yet to show his "twist." When he actually sneaks in, if he keeps his pupils in the shape of demon pupils, his breath will be more pronounced.
"Really good." Oliver concluded sincerely.
Nemo's unspoken threatening joke got stuck, he closed his mouth, and a slightly embarrassed and restrained smile appeared on his face. The chilling feeling just now melted away.
"...Don't talk to him for a while, Captain." Ann patted Oliver on the shoulder, "What a great effect just now! Nemo, before you sneak in, you should act with Jesse, so that you can brew your boredom. "
"But… "
"No but! Oh my God, your tone should be a little harsher. Keep your chest up, chin up, look arrogant—I made you look arrogant, I didn't make you pretend you didn't get enough sleep, alas." Ironically, he shouted, "Well, what type of people do you hate the most, imagine?"
Nemo thought for a moment seriously: "For the person who borrows the corners of the pages."
"... I don't care." An said sadly, "I am not experienced enough."
"Keep silent as much as possible, and nod and shake your head instead of general communication. Look directly into the eyes of the other person when communicating." Adrian said suddenly, "If you can, please try not to show too much emotion, Mr. Wright. "
"Expression management is still necessary." Ann muttered in a low voice.
"Nimo isn't that type of person, and he's not very good at acting either. Reluctantly, he can't come." Oliver shook his head amusingly, took out a small cloth bag among the packages on Fuller's goat, and threw it to Nemo. "Try this?"
"What's this?" Nemo took it accurately.
"Shajiao plum, one of the preserved fruits that Lisa gave." Oliver said, "This... She told me to soak in water and drink it, saying it was very refreshing."
"and then?"
"Try one," Oliver coughed. "It should help you stay silent too."
Nemo opened the bag, and inside was a pea-sized reddish-black fruit with the characteristic wrinkles of dehydration. Full of trust in his new lover, he picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.
His expression vanished successfully, then turned into a perfect gloom.
"Ouch." Ann stepped forward curiously, threw one in her mouth, and even chewed it boldly - then she spat it out, her face wrinkled and deformed.
"What the hell—" Her eyes were full of tears inspired by the smell, "I've never eaten something so sour!"
"So it's suitable for soaking in water." Oliver said cautiously, "...It's also suitable for expression management."
Nemo kept his face gloomy, and continued to hold the deadly dried fruit very strong. He carefully tied the bag to his belt, retreated to the corner of the shop, and made a "come here" gesture to Oliver, the expression on his face became more and more complicated - even if the two senior fighters have rich experience in observing words, they will look at it for a while. Not sure if Nemo wanted to beat him or praise him.
"I... I just think that explaining first will destroy the effect." Oliver, who has always been calm, looked a little guilty at the moment, and it seemed that he finally resisted the urge to take a few steps back. He hesitated for a few seconds, but walked to the dark corner where Nemo was. "Sorry, you—"
He couldn't finish.
Nemo grabbed him by the collar and kissed him without any hesitation. Unlike Oliver's first kiss that fell on the corner of his lips, Nemo's kiss was real and thorough. It was a real kiss, and although the active one was a little sluggish, the kiss was firm and firm, with a hint of—or a lot of ill will—in it.
Oliver froze in place for a moment. It seemed that he had a close look with the legendary Cokatris and turned into a pure stone. His face exploded red instantly, he completely forgot to breathe, and even forgot to close his eyes.
After seven or eight seconds, Nemo stepped back somewhat restrainedly and wiped his mouth with a deep expression. Oliver seemed to have finally reacted, and his expression became slightly distorted.
"Expression management, Ollie." He followed his example and spat out the terribly sour dried fruit in an awkward and pleasant voice. "... a good experience."
"I'm not quite sure whether to cheer or cheer," Ann muttered in confusion. "Did he think 'public' was just avoiding us? Well... but did he really think we wouldn't see?"
Adrian didn't seem eager to comment on this.
"Aw, what a perfect revenge," Jesse said, with the standard smile of a good person watching the fun. "I'm almost starting to sympathize with Mr. Ramon."
In the next time, Oliver seemed to calm down quickly - but he consciously kept a distance of three steps from Nemo, and showed a thoughtful expression from time to time. When they reunited with Duran Fergill in the branch hall that night, their regiment leader nearly signed "Oliver Lopez" on the baggage claim voucher.
As soon as he saw Duran Fergil, Nemo consciously shoved a prune prune into his mouth. He felt the vigorous and sharp sour taste in his mouth, clenched the "staff" in his hand, and his face was sour and unpredictable.
"We can get to Roscoe at midnight tonight." Fergil looked up and down Nemo's new outfit, his attitude a lot more serious. "I set up fixed teleportation coordinates near the main church of the Abyss Church. Demon warlocks and demon believers usually act in the second half of the night, and we can sneak in tonight."
"Are you in a hurry?" Oliver finally focused his attention. "Action line, general plan, including information about the burial chamber—would it be better for us to check?"
"I don't have much time, so I may not be able to explain them all. But I can assure you that Mr. Wright will never be in any danger." The dark-skinned man frowned, "Or...you also have some kind of abyss church here. Related arrangements?"
"Devil information." Nemo tried to speak, his tongue slid across the dried prunes, and his whole body was shivering with sourness.
"I'll help," Vergil agreed simply, "I know where their library is."
"You really only need Mr. Wright's help?" Adrian asked cautiously. "If you can, I'd like you to tell us a little bit—you're a real exorcist, based on what you've equipped. , I can tell."
"Yeah, Mr. Wright is an important member of our team after all." Jessip continued without a smile, "Our regiment commander would not trust him to a 'genuine exorcist'."
"... Indeed, if there is an emergency, I hope a few of you can help us delay the time."
"What if?" Ann raised her eyebrows. "Doesn't it mean that our people will not encounter any danger?"
"He is a demon believer, and he can disguise himself as an ordinary person to escape at critical moments. I will do my best to ensure his safety." Fergil's expression was solemn, "In case... er, it is difficult for me to explain. Logically speaking The possibility is almost zero. Even if something goes wrong, you will definitely notice it earlier than me. In short, just wait for us outside, and I will solve my problem within three days."
"So you're not going to tell us the inside story," Ann concluded.
"I'm sorry." Virgil bowed deeply to them, a bitter taste in his voice. "I understand your concerns, but I have mine... I'm really sorry."
"Nimo," Oliver turned to Nemo's direction, with a hint of imperceptible mood swings in his voice. "no problem?"
"No problem," Nemo said with difficulty, almost swallowing Shajiaomei. "…I can accept the risk."
"Thank you." Vergil's attitude was very solemn.
He could have not mentioned this in case, but he had already concealed his identity as a demon warlock from the team. The tall painter sighed in his heart - this is already very immoral, and it will be too much to hide more. However, just like the word "in case", the chance of accidental occurrence is indeed very close to zero. Even if it took too long to find a suitable team, the date is still early, and there is still time—
The day of sacrifice is still far away, and Orori should not show up too early, and the silent knights of the Church of the Abyss will not gather so quickly.
I hope Mr. Wright is brave enough not to run away. Fergil was a little worried - he really didn't want to use abyss magic to control anyone's will, but this team was really his last hope. The turn of events happened too suddenly, and if he wanted to catch up with this time, he didn't have time to prepare his partners in advance. Originally, finding a neutral demon believer in the black chapter is a matter of shit luck. Even if he still has a few days left, it is impossible to bet his next hope on his own bad luck.
If the situation changes, he thinks he will still break the bottom line of "not controlling others". But he will do his best to protect the demon believer who seems a little unintelligible, and he will offer all his apology after the big deal.
Vergil adjusted the wrapping straps on his lower shoulders and gave a wry smile.
Anyway, after this mission is over, "being alive" is not that important to him.
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )