Stray

It seems that Mr. Cross has absolutely no intention of speaking from the heart before his death. Nemo coughed twice, searching his stomach for words that would open the door. In the end, before he could determine where that extraordinarily illusory breach was, the former knight commander opened his mouth again, sealing his breach tightly.

"I also have a question to ask, which one are you in the abyss?" Adrian Cross's tone was still **** calm, as if talking about today's weather.

Nemo shuddered. The people in the cell didn't show up, but their aura was overwhelmed - it wasn't a sense of oppression stemming from power, but a **** fighting intent on the battlefield.

"What?" He laughed dryly.

"You are also a superior demon, aren't you?"

Don't say he's not sure yet, even if he is, he doesn't put a fluorescent sign on himself - doesn't it mean that superior demons have always been difficult to distinguish? Nemo moved back and began to think about the possibility that Adrian Cross himself was a superior demon.

"I'm not your kind." Seeming to see through Nemo's thoughts, the man in the cell added.

The atmosphere became more awkward for a while.

"But you..."

"The demon I know will never reveal its identity to humans. And you yourself can escape from the deep cell, and you don't sound like a demon warlock."

Nemo wiped his face fiercely - great, he didn't even say a word, so he gave the other party a test. Thinking from another perspective, if he will be executed, and his nemesis will come to greet him in person... Cross has not spit at him, it is considered very self-restraint.

It was impossible to chat today.

Nimo groaned and sat down cross-legged, clutching his head, trying to come up with a few solutions before time ran out. The two cells behind him were uneasy—the rag group continued to shout the sentence, which was unknown if it was a verse or a scripture, while the woman scratched the slate with six hands, her long nails scratching across the stone, making a harsh squeak. squeak. In front of him, Adrian Cross remained quiet and seemed to have lost interest in him.

Time passed relentlessly, and the circle behind him was getting hotter and hotter, but he still had no idea. In such a quiet environment - wait, quiet?

The shouting and rubbing noises stopped suddenly, Nemo suddenly had a bad premonition, and the next second that premonition came true - a large, skinny hand like a mummy probing from the darkness above his head out, with an unpleasant silver light, and headed straight for Nemo. Nemo crawled up and down, sticking to the steep rock wall, but the hand caught up like a maggot to the bone, and left a deep scratch on the rock wall.

"What the **** is this?!" Nemo exclaimed subconsciously.

"Prevent people from hanging out in the largest dungeon in Garland as their backyard." The knight commander explained indifferently.

Seeing that hand was about to grab him, Nemo became impatient - he rushed to Adrian Cross's cell, pulled the railing directly, and quickly squeezed in. Then he turned around and quickly straightened the crooked railing.

His action soon paid off. The hand seemed to have lost its target, and it groped for a moment at the bottom of the pothole, slowly withdrawing the darkness. Fortunately, the prison cell for the sacrifice was large enough, and Nemo sat down slowly against the wall and sighed in relief.

"Is this interesting to you?" Adrian asked, his voice colder. "Please come back, you won't get anything from me."

Although the tone is still polite, it is undoubtedly the attitude of facing the enemy. At this moment, the magic circle on Nemo's back was terribly hot, and there was not much time left for him.

Nemo took a deep breath—he had an idea that was probably a bit bad, no, maybe a really bad idea.

Nimo stood up slowly, patted the dirt on his body, and walked straight to Adrian Cross. In the darkness, he could only vaguely see the silhouette of the other party. The knight was taller than him, and despite being imprisoned in a darkened dungeon for nearly half a year, his physique still looked strong enough. The chains on his body reflected a little white light of the Holy Emblem—Mr. Cross was now bound, and that was enough.

Nimo grabbed Adrian Cross by the collar and almost lifted him up.

"Okay, let's not play." Nemo desperately recalled the tone of Ann's first encounter, trying to make himself sound colder. "If I kill the sacrifices of the gods, what do you think they will think?"

Adrian did not answer. Nemo was sure he could speak, but the former knight commander was like a closed clam shell, not saying a word.

"I don't like the guy though - he even asked Witherspoon to trouble me just because I stepped into his territory and he thought it was more fun." Nemo In my heart, I desperately apologized, trying to keep my voice steady. This darkness really helped him cover a lot of tricks. "Can't you just cooperate and have some fun with me? Do you really think that ridiculous trade mark can save your life?"

"Save my life?" The person being carried finally opened his mouth and sneered. "That's probably all your rotten brain can think of."

"Actually, I'm very interested - who is so unreasonable and hopeless to make a deal with the **** of the Holy See?"

"I said, you won't get anything from me." Adrian said calmly. "Do you want to do it? Please feel free to do so."

There was even a hint of laughter in his voice.

“…I have a clear conscience.”

This is it.

The white light of the magic circle suddenly lit up, and the scenery in front of me changed rapidly, from a dungeon that could not be seen to a waste house. Nemo had the feeling of stepping on the air, and it caused him to sit on the hard ground, hissing and gasping. Oliver was standing in front of him, the talisman in his hand still glowing with a warm white light. And An leaned against the wall, folded his arms, looking relieved.

"Ouch, Ollie, lend me a hand." Nemo slumped to the ground, not wanting to get up on his own. "That Adrian Cross is so tough - but I'm sure he's innocent. We've got to find a way to help him...hand?"

Oliver did not pull him, but looked behind him stiffly. An Ze dipped her fingers into her hair and tugged it back.

"Tell me." There was a hint of despair in her calm tone, "The one behind you is not the one I thought."

Nimo swallowed hard and turned his head slowly. The moonlight in the abandoned house was very bright, and he could see clearly this time.

A strange young man is standing behind him. Possibly because he had been groomed as a sacrifice, he didn't have long hair or a messy beard - Adrian Cross looked about thirty years old, with short dark brown hair and neat, deep facial features, with a bit of melancholy The temperament, a good appearance that can immediately remind people of the word "knight". He still wore the high-collared monk's uniform of the Rad Sect, except that there was only a rough cloth tear on the chest where the holy emblem was supposed to be, and it seemed that it had been roughly torn off by someone.

There are also shortcomings - he feels too cold. Especially at this moment, Adrian's dark brown eyes were firmly glued to Nemo. Nemo turned his head numbly and stood up, only to feel that winter was coming early. If his gaze had substance, his back would have been full of ice skates by now.

"...I'm very sorry just now." With all the courage he had left, he stepped forward to help the other party straighten the messed up collar, and hopelessly confirmed that the feeling was the same. "K... Mr. Cross."

He then slipped behind Oliver in three and two steps.

"Come on, pure human." He muttered, pushing Oliver's back. "The evil demon is dead."

Oliver silently pointed to Ann - the female warrior was now facing the wall, and thumped it weakly with her fists.

"The original task was really simple." She said blankly to the wall, "Forge a document, take people out for a walk while the festival, meet, the task is completed! I Why did it feel so difficult at the time? … What is wrong with my life?”

"Ann, I'm sorry, I'm not—" Nemo just wanted to apologize, but was stopped by a weak gesture from the female warrior.

"It's not your fault." She stared stubbornly at a broken brick on the wall, refusing to look away. "Abyss magic can't interfere with the magic circle of the Rad Sect, it's me... What's wrong with the magic circle I drew - Damn, it has never had a problem!"

"On the bright side, at least we've got him out." Oliver tried to adjust the atmosphere.

"You know what? If we go through the normal process of bringing him back and getting him back, it won't hurt if we get caught - at most bread crumbs stuck to their clothes, they won't really get along with them. We can't make it through. Now, now we're **** in our pants—"

"We're not sending him back are we?" Nemo whispered.

"Yeah, ideally not. If we can get hold of Cahill and rob people on the premise of sufficient evidence - get the handle, find evidence, buy time, and finally All are happy."

"Listen, sounds good."

"There is still a week before the festival, and we don't even have a handle on the fart, we directly robbed people under their noses!" Ann pulled her hair, "They will Damn us, this is slapping the Rudd in the face of everyone, my friends..."

"What now?" Oliver asked cautiously.

"I don't know, don't ask me." Ann replied in a dreamy voice.

"I'll interrupt." Nemo cleared his throat, "That movement outside shouldn't be, uh, a special evening clock?"

"It's an alarm." Adrian said coldly, and the three of them turned to look at him at the same time.

"The highest alarm - it means the sacrifice has escaped from the bottom of the dungeon."

On the bell tower of the Penitent Church, the golden bell made a dull and rapid sound. The scarlet circle representing the warning slowly turned, reflecting the night sky above the church red. Under the red light, the angel statue on the top of the church revealed a strange and ghastly feeling, and a figure was mixed in it—a blond young man who was too beautiful put a pair of marble wings on his legs and leaned his head against another statue. in the arms.

He hummed a little tune, stuffed the jam-covered dessert into his mouth, and then put the remaining jam on his fingertips on the statue's pupilless eyes, giving it a pair of slightly silly pupils. The blond young man was amused by his own work for a few seconds, and finally put down his other hand - the slightly distorted miniature magic circle slowly faded in the night sky, and the style was exactly the same as An's painting.

"The sky falls, the abyss rises." He tried to hum, then looked up at the statue's jam pupils with a serious attitude. "Nice description. I like the word fall, darling. The sky is falling, and where does the morning star go?"

After saying that, he squinted at the knights who were leaving the Church of the Penitents in an orderly manner, stretched out, revealing the black seal on his chest—

A sea scorpion with five eyes is carved on it.

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