Stray

No one spoke for a while.

Merotti, who got a new body, tried to move two steps, maybe she was not used to the weight of the wings that suddenly grew on the back of her waist, she could not maintain her balance, and swayed two Then fell to the ground. Her huge wings fluttered erratically, and she was as embarrassed as a newly born cub. The tether of the bag containing the sheet music was torn by the twisting of her body, and the book in the bag slipped out of the bag and fell into the dirt. She looked up at them, a little pleading in her eyes.

Nemo froze in shock. Jesse Dillon's statement about Vincent Town is really amazing, he doesn't know what the rest of the team thinks, at least he doesn't take it completely subconsciously - if it is true, then Vincent Town and Grace Bluebird The conflict in the past may have been too cruel.

Everyone on the team seems to be aware of the problem. All four were silent, only the grey parrot paced beside Merotti, looking around curiously.

She was still struggling on the ground. A few shimmering cyan feathers fell, and they were as beautiful as artefacts, and they did not match the dirty ground at all. Oliver was the first to move, he cautiously approached the blue bird who was trying to stand up, and stretched out his hand.

"Do you mind?" he whispered.

Merotti let out a low, meaningless cry, and the hand didn't move. It took a few seconds for her to realize that the other party couldn't hear her voice, so she blinked and shook her head not very skillfully.

"Hands up, Nemo," Oliver greeted, raising one of her arms cautiously. "We have to help her find a safe place."

If you leave it alone, the blue bird, which is full of magic but cannot move, will definitely become the food of the beasts. Adrian was taller than them, and Ann was a little shorter. The two of them are of similar height, and it really won't make Merotti too uncomfortable - Nemo stepped forward quickly, holding Merotti's other arm. They held the new beautiful creature firmly, and she finally staggered to her feet again.

Ann picked up the dirty fairy tale from the ground, flipped through it casually, and sighed.

"…We can't talk to her again, can we?" she asked in a low voice, looking a little lost.

"She should be able to understand what you mean. When she gets used to her body, you may be able to communicate in words." Adrian replied truthfully.

The female warrior snapped her book together and turned her face to the side of no one.

"I don't think it's a curse." The grey parrot murmured, trying to stretch its neck. "Look, my judgment is still very accurate!"

"But you don't know what that is," Nemo added ruthlessly, then looked past the feeble blue bird with his head down to Oliver on the other side. "Oli, should we send her to Pasototu? They shouldn't reject her now. We can't just leave her in the forest."

"I had that in mind," Oliver whispered, "but I'm a little concerned...hope they at least put the Pasoto map out, I don't think they will. Simply admit Merotti."

"But if she uses the Woodland Ballad on them..."

"It's useless." As the sun went down, the forest grew darker. Right now, Adrian was casting the Illumination instead of Oliver, and he didn't look back. "She's just the trigger, not the root cause. They want war, and Miss Delaney's statement can't change that."

Blue Bird's head hangs lower.

"...If they're going to beat us up, we should be able to take it." Nemo confirmed bitterly, "I mean, in case the worst comes The situation... let's not kill her."

"I can carry it, I will carry it. Dylan has lived in the name of an angel until now, and they will not fight us hard." In the moonlight, he flipped through the fairy tale, "This girl has abandoned everything, and she deserves a little reward - if the one in the sky doesn't have this plan, I'm willing to do it for you."

They walked back along the way they came, and the illusion seemed to be constantly changing. There were a lot of strange-shaped trees on the way, so they could only force their way forward by intuition - they didn't know how many illusory trees and boulders they bumped into along the way, and Merotti obviously slowed down the team's progress. It was not until midnight that the group touched the familiar illusion boundary. The warm water-like touch made people feel soothed, and after a short period of warmth, the giant tree at night appeared in their field of vision.

The giant tree is more beautiful at night than by day. Orange light shone from the blue bird's nest hanging in the air, and the sturdy branches seemed to hang over the full moon. This time, no Blue Bird entered the illusion with them. In less than half a minute, Adrian, who was walking at the front, was stopped by several guards.

Guard bluebirds wear nondescript and eccentric helmets, which at first glance look scattered, but very cleverly hide their vital points. In front of the bluebirds, a magic formation appeared almost immediately, and the sharp metal blades tied to their forelimbs were directed towards them, and the thin blades showed a dangerous luster soaked in medicine.

Three people in the team looked at Nemo at the same time, only Merotti stared blankly at the giant tree, not knowing what she was thinking.

Nemo adjusted his breath: "We found a blue bird alone, and this is the nearest tribe. The chief should not ban us from entering or leaving."

"She's not one of us." One of the guards replied in a bad tone, his helmet had an extra ring of dark shards than the one next to him, it should be a Little Boss or something similar. He was staring straight at Nemo's mouth now, as if looking for some nasty and dirty trick. "There are no other tribes in this country, where did she come from? What are you playing?"

"Can't you tell your own kind?" Nemo lamented, "She's not doing well, she's too weak to stand up. . If you leave it alone, you know what will happen, right?"

The head of the guards glared at him with anger, and Nemo pretended not to see.

"This is the first time I've seen a 'kind-hearted' human being." And Nemo rubbed his finger on the tip of his nose. It's amazing, even if it's full of hate, the melody is still pretty good - even if it's a little depressing.

"If you really can't trust us, please get the leader or the envoy." He suddenly had an idea and immediately planned to practice it. "We can't stand facing each other here overnight."

It turns out that they and these bluebirds have at least the same attitude towards Jesse Dylan. I don't know if it was out of rejection, disgust, or something else, but even though it was dark, the Blue Birds simply found the leader.

"Paso Tallo, we've met." The leader gave Nemo a sidelong glance and simply reported his name, not taking the human in front of him back. the meaning of things. His eyes stayed on Merotti for a long time.

"Nimo Wright." Nemo was still holding Merotti's arm, and he had to bow slightly. "I have something I want to tell you alone, something very important."

"You're asking too much—"

Pasototu's father raised the wings of his forearm, signaling the guards to back away.

"At least they're not hostile." He nodded simply, "Say something."

"Why did you lock up Pasototu?" Nemo spoke quickly, although it was unclear to him whether it would be effective for so-called "mind communication." "Is it because he fell in love with humans?"

"Because he forgot his responsibilities." Paso Tallo's voice sank, "His mother was killed by humans, I won't have any more Descendants...and he dares to fall in love somehow—"

"This is Merlotty Delaney." Nemo said quietly but clearly. "Your son is not in love with a human being."

Pasotaro's reaction was very straightforward. He didn't spend time in a daze, but drew four or five magic circles in front of him. The long feathers on Merotti's head and neck were blown up like a hot wind in the magic array. She just shrank, and there was no special change.

"It is indeed our countryman." There was finally a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"We haven't been sure if Jesse Dillon's claims are true, but at least Merlotty Delaney is not human."

"Although I don't know how you got this lady. But if you want to use her to pretend to be that witch to cover up the humans of Vincent Town... I'm telling you very clearly, it's impossible. It's just stupid."

"Just let them meet, you know your son." God, he's really not good at this. Nemo doesn't like this kind of confrontation. Right now, he can only imagine the blue bird leader in front of him as a huge green potato.

"It is not necessary."

"Aren't you curious, why did we get such an adult? Just to meet, we know the location of the dungeon anyway... just take a little time for you ." Nemo tried to ignore his pounding heartbeat, trying to keep his tone calm.

Pasotaro narrowed his eyes. Merotti at least understood Nemo's common language. She raised her head and looked at the unfamiliar kind in front of her with hopeful eyes.

"...Okay." As if moved by Merotti's eyes, Pasotalo agreed stiffly. "I only give you ten minutes."

And they all underestimated the weak girl's determination.

Different from the daytime, the dungeon at this time was lit with pine oil torches. Pasototu stayed motionless behind the railing, not even making the screeching sound of chains. And Merotti broke free from Oliver and Nemo's support the moment he saw him. She lunged forward decisively, like a moth to a flame. Although her transformed body was very weak, her two forelimbs were still wrapped in the brilliance of magic—Merotti Delaney ripped open the cold metal railing, and squeezed through the deformed gap.

Pasotto stood up, his body trembled slightly, and he stared at the strange blue bird in front of him. The light in his eyes lit up little by little.

They stood face to face, carefully checking each other's breathing and heartbeat. Reluctantly but stubbornly, Merotti remained standing, trying to draw a forest ballad in front of her lover. But unlike not long ago, this time her forelimbs were shaking violently. The unformed magic circle collapsed in the air again and again.

She gave up, and after a moment of contemplation she gently raised her forelimbs again and began a strange gesture. Again and again, simply repeat.

"War words." Paso Tallo's tone grew stiffer. "This is impossible."

"War words?"

"Only this tribe and the humans of Vincent Town understand." The leader's feathers blew up again, "That group of idiots can't hear anything, this is our war. The sign language used in negotiation. What is she..."

"What did she say?" Nemo found himself ignorant of what Merotti was gesturing, which reassured him a little.

And Paso Tallo answered his question.

Oliver noticed that Nemo's body stiffened visibly. He put him on his shoulder reassuringly: "What is she doing?"

"She's repeating a sentence in Vincennes War Signs...that's the only language they have in common." Nemo's voice was muffled.

In the long-term war, there is a kind of gesture language gradually emerging - the two sides can't talk, and can't even judge whether the expression on the other's face is joy or pain, only tears And blood is common. But war creates prisoners of war, and they have to negotiate with each other. So they waved their arms at each other, exchanging hatred and contempt with very simple and limited words.

"What?"

"'You killed me,'" Nemo replied softly.

The two blue birds in the cage come together. Merotti raised her forelimbs subconsciously, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to control her strength. She hesitated for a while, and then retracted timidly. Finally she put her cheek against her lover's blinded right eye and closed it. Pasototu sighed slightly, and his sigh was almost drowned out by the sound of the chains rubbing against each other. Then he let out a soft chirping, very warm, perhaps the warmest melody Nemo had ever heard.

"…and he answered her," Nemo continued, turning his face in Oliver's direction. His face was still pale under the light of the fire, even with a hint of daze.

"Pasoto Chart?"

"Yes."

"He recognized her?"

"...he said 'I love you too'."

, wonderful!

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