Stray

Dara Lennion coughed twice and drank the cup of tea with excessive sugar. He sat upright in a lounge in the Mercenary Guild headquarters, looking up and down the two uninvited guests. It was close to noon, and the clean and tidy lounge was filled with people coming and going, filled with chatter. Surrounded by the rest of the fancy-dressed guests, the three people in the corner were not inconspicuous.

The old man's face did not show a flustered look, the abyss sage put down the teacup and moved steadily.

"Meet again, I think... Nemomurkos White, Oliver Byrne. Oops, the reaction. Sure enough, you know who I am at Clements."

Knowing that they had met, neither of them was able to show a surprised look at the Devil's speech in time.

"Since you have a way of recognizing 'that me', it is not surprising to find 'this me'. I am just a little curious, except for the unapproachable ones like Clementine College Place, I still have a few bodies hanging around outside—as far as I know, this isn't the one closest to you." Della Lainene stared at Nemo with great interest, pointing at the tips of her thin ten fingers. "Why choose this?"

"You don't seem surprised that we can find you." Nemo hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, his tone still not very friendly. Even if Delarion had lost all memories related to the Withered Castle and the Gatekeeper, he couldn't take this breath when he considered Oliver's tragic situation.

I made progress, Nemo thought gloomily. When he first met, he was frightened by Delarion, but now the superior demon was within three steps of him, and his heart only had the urge to beat the other party.

Considering what the two of them wanted from the demon in front of them, Oliver silently patted Nemo on the shoulder and quietly dragged his lover back to his side.

"I think we all know, Mr. Wright, that you have the power of 'The One' in you. I've never seen it like this... If you are affected by the power of 'The One', appear It is not unusual to have any additional abilities. With a little skill and a little network, it is not difficult to find me." Della Laineen rubbed her chin, "You haven't answered my question - why 'me'?"

Another trial.

But it's not bad to let the other party think so, Nemo maintained an expressionless state and did not deny the devil's guess. It seemed that Della Lenien was very confident in the disguise of his identity, and they were sure that they would not be able to produce actual proof that he was a superior demon.

"We have other things to do at the mercenary guild headquarters. This is just a drop in. As the legendary sage of the abyss, I believe you should know about the 'butcher shop'." Oliver continued talk.

"That parrot is a superior demon, right? If you just want to find a butcher shop, why bother asking me."

Oliver and Nemo looked at each other.

"Because we are not looking for a butcher's deal, but a past transaction record." Oliver whispered.

"Oh—" Della Lainene's tone rose, obviously a little interested. "Yes, I can help you. For the price... I want to know what you are looking for. I want to join, do you mind?"

The "mind" on the faces of the two tumbleweeds almost overflowed.

"What else?"

"Other, if you or Mr. Wright are willing to be dissected by me. I promise not to take any organs, and I will erase those bad memories afterwards. How, Do you want to think about it?"

Nemo took a deep breath and managed to suppress the anger on his face. Seeing that his lover's hair was about to explode, Oliver put his hand on Nemo's shoulder before a rainy day.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Della Lenien skillfully ignored Nemo's anger, "It's almost time for lunch, the two of you can consider it carefully, and give it to you after lunch. I answer."

"Take a step back and say we promised you to be involved. You look like this... are you sure you can keep up with our actions?" Nemo exhaled hard, in a serious tone.

The body in front of them was terribly old, as if half-footed into the coffin. Nemo could feel that the magical aptitude of this body was extremely ordinary, and because of aging, its ability to withstand was greatly reduced. Even if it incorporates the flesh and blood of a superior demon, the power that can be exerted may not even reach 5%.

"I'll follow, I didn't say which one I'll follow. Now it's time for the old man to take a nap. See you in the afternoon, two." Reply calmly, standing up slowly, leaning on crutches.

In order to let all mercenaries find the taste of their hometown smoothly, there are always various restaurants near the headquarters of the mercenary guild.

After Ann's mission, Nemo had some savings for the time being, and he dragged Oliver to find a restaurant that looked a bit high-end. However, the living people near the mercenary guild are considered to be half intelligence dealers. Considering that the things they are going to talk about are not suitable for such a crowded occasion, Nemo sadly packed a lot of food, and Oliver and the two He silently brought him back to his hotel room.

When I got to the room, the meringue on the dessert collapsed.

"Promise him?" Nemo distractedly poked the peas on the plate with his fork, pretending that each pea had the face of Della Lane. "After all, it's about the past. It's about the butcher's shop. It's a bit difficult to find other sources of intelligence... Ollie?"

Oliver squatted in the corner with a half-loaf of bread in his mouth.

"I don't mind him knowing the past, after all, the past has passed. Just letting him know what happened at the bottom of the abyss, satisfying curiosity, probably won't hurt. "

Oli was still staring at the corner, but temporarily took the bread out of his mouth.

"Look, Nemo, the Tin Soldier has the theoretical genius of Mr. Medes. And as far as I know, my father is not the type with astonishing knowledge, and what he finds is certainly not world-destroying A theory, but... a kind of truth. Even if Delarione jumps out and announces the discovery to the world, he'll always have evidence, right? We just need to destroy the possible evidence."

Their thinking habits seem to be more and more in the wrong direction, Nemo laughed dryly: "That's the truth. But Ollie, what are you doing?"

Give up poking the beans, Nemo gnawed on the puff pastry that collapsed on the dessert, and leaned into the corner.

Then he saw a pile of crumbs and a small army of ants.

Nemo: "…"

"You just trampled my archbishop to death." Oliver said deeply.

Nemo nearly dropped the pastry on the floor.

"...I'm joking." Oliver threw the crumbs next to the ants, "Look, you've turned the cat's whiskers into his own family—if a spider without magic would do, without magic Ants should also be able to."

"Yes, but..."

"I can't transform them." Ollie slumped his shoulders in frustration. "To be honest, I still don't know how I managed to convert that horse."

The horse with the particularly deep eyes has been following Oliver, in order to avoid the Gallagher Army discovering the dark horse's strange ability, and causing panic, Nemo and Oliver simply bought it. The fuller goat was led by Jesse, and they wanted the horse to help carry the luggage. As a result, no matter how much luggage they put, the horse calmly let them pass through and leak to the ground.

It doesn't refuse the saddle, but when Oliver sits firmly on the horse and tries to pull Nemo up, Nemo also crosses the horse and falls back to the ground.

It was horrible.

Oliver very much refuses to ride his own horse and let Nemo run with him. At present, the horse has almost no use other than making them pay an extra charge to the inn.

Recalling the horse for a moment, the faces of the two people turned a little darker.

"Although your Pope has a quirky temper, a creature of the rank of horses is okay." Nemo sighed and carefully bypassed Oliver's bishop reserve, who were happily circling the bread Scum crawling all over the place. "Ant...you think about it again."

"Speaking of 'My Lord Pope'." Oliver straightened up and moved his shoulders. "Actually I was thinking that it's no different from keeping animals by humans - giving them the food or strength they need to survive, and then taking what they need. So you can be identified as some kind of 'god'? Usually, 'god' 'Isn't it necessary to gain the love of believers, or faith, or whatever..."

"For the two of us, no need."

Nimo looked calm: "Remember the spider dogs in the frontier forest? I don't think they have such a thing as belief. Dylan's better example - most creatures living on the surface are Using surface magic and believing in various 'gods' of his own making. But there is no doubt that Dylan draws their power indiscriminately."

"...I see, it seems I don't really need a pope."

Oliver looked at the ants very seriously and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good, he doesn't need to be associated with the word "God" for the time being, he can still retain his reason, and won't fall into some kind of shock full of panic - Oliver can finally put "being swept up by a group of neatly hissed" The nightmarish scenes like "surrounded by called horses" were thrown out of my mind.

"It looks like you're taking power from powerful demons, while Jesse is taking it from weaker creatures. If I want, I can pick up what you don't want, yes Is that right? But then... Nemo, why are you the 'Demon Lord' and Mr. Dylan...?"

"I don't know." Nemo answered honestly, "Dylan's personality is not likable, but he does help us a lot. To be honest, I don't think he got involved in this. He doesn't seem to like humans very much."

"But he became a human." Oliver imagined Jesse in the form of a dragon for a few seconds, and then simply wiped that impression from his mind.

It will definitely be a dragon covered in golden scales, happy to blind people. Captain Tumbleweed was sure of that.

"...he might have his reasons." Nemo took the berries off the top of the dessert and shoved it into Oliver's mouth. "As for the transformation of the family, it may be more appropriate to ask him than me. My approach is more instinctive, so it's hard to tell."

Jesse literally took part of the species from him, and his only memory is the successful transformation of an ordinary spider.

"Yeah." Oliver reluctantly glanced at the ants on the ground, chewed the fruit in his mouth, and licked Nemo's fingertips. "We'll meet Della Laene in a while and give him an answer."

Nimo blinked, he raised his eyebrows at the cream at the corner of Oliver's mouth, and was about to kiss it—

Something banged against the window.

"…" Nemo silently opened the window and put the tangled grey parrot in.

"You guys have dinner while I'm not here!" The grey parrot glanced at the food remnants on the table, and the complaint was full of blood and tears. "While I'm hard at work, you two are all about eating and sleeping—"

Nimo seemed to have expected this development. He quickly took out a bag of almond biscuits, and the gray parrot closed his mouth.

"Just for me?" It raised his voice.

"Just for you." Nemo's voice was soft and firm.

"Oh, that's about the same." The grey parrot picked up a piece and said vaguely. "Well, I asked around as you said. But asking the higher-level demons will expose you, you can only ask the middle-level with brains. Oh, this biscuits are good, I'll tell you later - after all, it's about the butcher's shop, There is still a lot of talk on the devil's side."

"Good."

Alban territory at this time.

"No fun," Jesse complained bitterly. He was lying in the hotel room, spreading out his slender limbs, occupying the entire bed.

The knight commander was naked. He was doing strength exercises without saying a word. He didn't even care about the sweat on his back, let alone Jesse's plan.

"No fun!" Jesse hugged the pillow and rolled around on the bed. "It's been three full days, and the head of the regiment said we'll be on vacation, don't you plan to just wait until he asks us to help? Ed—"

I couldn't stand the call of the other party with a long tone, Adrian put down the heavy object in his hand, wiped his sweat, and frowned habitually. "If you want to go out, you can always yourself..."

"I want to act with you." Jesse insisted, "Look, now you are free! That necromancer didn't seek death, and you have nothing to do, right? Don't you have anything? Where do you want to go?"

"No." Adrian placed the sweaty handkerchief flat.

"Anywhere, I'll pay. As long as it's not here, my dear, I'm willing to accompany you to any corner of the world. I can count the floor seams here. Think about it, Extremely remote, or where you spend a lot of time, where you don't get a chance to go when you're working—I don't believe there isn't one."

"..." Adrian sighed, approached suddenly, and lightly pressed a hand on the top of Jesse's head.

"If you insist, there is indeed a place. It is very close to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild, and it is convenient to meet Mr. Ramon." The former knight commander frowned slightly, "If you really If you are willing to go, you can pay half of the travel expenses per person.”

Jesse grabbed the hand and kissed the slightly wet fingers vaguely: "Where? Even if I enter the hot magma, I will—"

"The attached library of the Mercenary Guild headquarters, I have something I want to find."

The largest library in the world and one of the most boring places in the world.

"..." Jesse bit the knight commander's knuckles, lost in thought. "Ed, do you want to think about it again? I think magma is really good."

"Forgive me for refusing." Adrian withdrew his hand with a faint smile in his voice.