Stray

Jesse Dillon stepped on the creaking sand, gazing at the sight not far away—Oliver and Nemo had brought Nadine to the backyard of the house, along with her rocking chair. The witch Nadine was so weak that her wailing seemed to have exhausted what little strength she had left, and they dared not take the risk of letting her move on her own.

The two placed the witch on the edge of the sand field in Hailan, a place where the **** was relatively gentle.

Lisa took out a small wooden comb and muttered something in a low voice as she groomed her best friend's hair. Oliver was pulling the witch's hands, seemingly estimating the strength needed to hedge, while Nemo stood beside him, watching him silently.

That's interesting. Jesse leaned against the tree trunk and continued to toss the seed of the hyland. He has seen those eyes too many times in the crowd—

The demon was moved.

It should be full of uncertain and ignorant feelings. He saw it better as an outsider, and precisely because he knew what Nemo Wright was, Jesse thought in his heart that the situation was funny, even funny. No matter what Nemo did to himself in the first place, its effect was thorough enough—he seemed to recognize himself as a human being, and didn't exude any distortion and deadness, or the stench of conspiracy.

It's a pity that he couldn't know what happened in the abyss, Jesse pondered regretfully.

Theoretically, it is impossible for any "sane" life to be born at the bottom of the abyss. In order to make up for the gap in cognition, he once tried to go to the bottom of the abyss to check it out. From his investigation results, the lives settled there are nothing more than two situations—

No wisdom, only instinct to survive. Or... by human standards, a real lunatic.

Or as his morning star put it, Nemo somehow sealed his cognition. But he knew better than anyone that Nemo would never be able to completely erase those memories—the creature known as "Nimo Wright" was too powerful, and its cognition could never surpass its own instincts. His memories couldn't stay in the dark forever, they would come back at some point sooner or later.

Look at what he is doing now and the feelings he is experiencing. They are fragile and uninteresting, like a petal floating in a puddle after a rain. And waiting for it is a doomed tsunami.

What would you think then?

But no matter how this farce goes, he's about to get a front row seat. Jesse thought with relief, and poked the grey parrot in his pocket.

"You can't hide like this forever," he suggested casually, "how about apologizing? Maybe he'll forgive you—trust me, even if you shrink like this, Mr. Wright will I won't really forget you."

"No!" cried the grey parrot with difficulty.

"He'll never kill you." Jesse yawned in the darkening darkness, "Look at him, maybe you're going to cry, Wright Mister can also get you some fresh berries."

"I am also a superior demon." Bagelmore insisted, "I... I am just like him! It's just that I am incomplete on the surface, even if I can't beat him now, at least I still have self-esteem. …”

"Superior Demon?" Jesse smiled briefly. "As you please, sweet little thing."

"...You think he won't kill me?" The grey parrot was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I see people very accurately." Maybe not now, but Jesse didn't intend to say this half sentence.

The grey parrot was silent. It blinked at Nemo, who was a dozen paces away, and Jesse could feel the courage that must have gathered as Bagelmore struggled to get out of the pocket too narrow for it. It didn't go apologetic, not even one step closer to Nemo. It flapped its wings and rushed into the night sky, quickly engulfed by the darkness in the distance.

"Oops." Jesse sighed, "Looks like I'm in trouble."

But he didn't stay alone for too long. After Oliver got into a state and began to try to practice magic hedging with his sword, Adrian Cross came over.

"Are you here for me?" Jesse stood up instantly, making his voice sound joyful.

"Yes."

"It's rare."

"I want you to go with me to guard the outside." Adrian stared straight into his eyes, "After all, we don't know how long the hedging process will take, and Mr. Lopez may arrive on the way. ."

"That's Godwin Lopez!" Jesse yelled, "Look at me, do I look like someone used to fighting head-on? You can't do that to me—"

The holy sword. My previous spell attributes are the same as it, and the damage will be less."

"Listen to what you're talking about, your 'before' spell attributes. It's not that I look down on you, and now you can't even successfully delay Lopez for more than a second..." Jesse said, eyebrows raised Pick higher. "Oh, I see - do you want another 'spiritual sacrifice'?"

"Yes." Adrian admitted quite simply, "I have seen your power. You have power, and I have the means to hold Lopez. Mr. Dylan, you do Want to join the team, don't you?"

"I don't think you care about me—although I really want to." Jesse clutched his chest exaggeratedly, "Well, our captain really likes this, it's It's true. But I think...you should have your thoughts?"

Adrian stared at the blond youth who looked distraught and didn't answer, his expression was enough to answer Jesse's question.

"No problem, I'm going with you, it's all a sacrifice of love," Jesse announced, "but if you're looking for my connection to the Rads, I have to say… You will be disappointed."

Nimo had no time to take care of the two people not far away at the moment. The orange cat was pulling his trousers hard, shaking as he pulled, and Nemo could even feel the vibration from the trousers. He sighed and picked up the cat - the latter was instantly corpse-like in his arms.

Don't disturb Oliver who is concentrating. Nemo rounded the small house, walked through the garden, and stepped onto the stone path in front of the courtyard. Compared with the lively towns, the people in the villages have an earlier rest time. The street was dark, except for a drunken man in tattered clothes, staggering against the wall, burping his mouth.

Nemo waited patiently for the drunken man to pass by before placing the cat on the ground.

"I need the blight spell now." He stared at the cat shaking into a sieve, recalling what the grey parrot had said. "You are so afraid of me... Is it because of 'class oppression'?"

"I don't know." The orange cat said again, "Maybe."

"...Sorry," Nemo said in a dry voice, "I didn't mean to."

"Don't apologize." The orange cat released the mimicry, and the huge knuckle lizard appeared again. "You hide well, being strong is not a mistake."

It turned its head and bit a short bone spur on the shell. A pale yellow spur lay on the slate, looking a bit like a broken fang. Immediately it changed back to cat-like, licking a wound in its abdomen — basically the same spot where the bone spur had snapped.

"Medium." It said, "Our spells... have the same system. Use medium to convert."

"Be careful, don't touch her with it." It stopped licking and added. "And please... don't mention where it came from."

"You don't want her to know who you are?"

"Not now." The chubby cat lowered his head, "Not yet."

"Okay." Nemo grabbed the yellowish bone with one hand and pressed the wet skin and wounds licked by the cat with the other. The wound on the orange cat's abdomen disappeared instantly. "I won't say it, and Ollie is not someone to bring it up...I only have one question to ask."

"Please." The orange cat raised its fluffy tail again and moved towards the back of the house.

"You're helping Nadine to find Earth Hyland seeds, aren't you? But I can feel that there are traces of blight spells on the sand." Nemo asked softly, following the cat's tail. Walk back and forth. "Why? Why kill the hard-to-find seeds?"

"She wants to fulfill the promise." The cat stopped. "Until then, she will live on. Those seeds...I let them wither, but I don't regret it."

"So she can't know about me." It let out a small sigh. "She's smart enough to guess."

Nimo clenched the spur in his hand and asked no more questions. He didn't know what happened between Nadine and the knuckle lizard. He only knew one thing - that "abnormal" who was quietly aging in a warm house might have more love than she imagined.

Oliver had stopped his hedging drill when he returned to the backyard. He lowered his hands, gripping the sword of rest tightly.

"We can begin." His voice trembled with nervousness, "Nimo, are you ready over there?"

"No problem." Nemo took a breath, "If something goes wrong, I'll treat her right away."

"Sorry." Oliver bowed slightly to the witch in the rocking chair. He drew his sword, and the Sword of Rest cut a deep wound on the witch's emaciated right arm. A lot of blood poured out immediately. Lisa let out a suppressed exclamation, but she immediately covered her mouth and stared firmly at the flowing blood.

The witch's face quickly turned pale, and there was a gurgling sound in her throat.

"Are you here?" Oliver's voice was a little suppressed, but the nervous trembling disappeared.

"Here." Nemo looked up.

Even in this dark night, the slowly emerging alien is still very eye-catching - it wriggles ugly, chasing the breath of death. The flesh-and-blood roots slowly spread out and probed towards the increasingly weak witch on the rocking chair.

"It's time to start." Nemo adjusted his breath, the sight of the phantom of the root penetrating his skin made him very unhappy, and he almost crushed the bone spur in his hand.

The long funeral has officially begun.

Di Hai Lan Hotel.

Godwin Lopez wraps his holy sword in the scabbard, wrapping up this morning's strength training. Before leaving, he checked the deed paper rolls one last time—generally, they were supposed to be kept in the client's hands. But when the executor of the task is too strong or too despicable, in order to prevent the client from repenting from time to time, they are occasionally kept by the party performing the task.

A small task without difficulty.

He does have a little regret. Strictly speaking, Godwin didn't think the witch Nadine was a threat. From time to time, he would check the status of the location marker—she was not running around, nor was she dying, and she was venting randomly with her magic power. For that, she was far more respectable than the inhumans he had dealt with.

Unfortunately, rules are rules, Godwin sighed and looked out the window at the still dark sky. Regret is regret, this is not a problem that needs time to think and struggle. After thinking for a moment, he adjusted the position of the lower shoulder armor - even if the enemy was dying, he did not want to perfunctory.

He opened the door of the room, and an uninvited guest was guarding the door.

"Can you take me with you, Captain?" Debbie Wright's dark circles under her eyes were obvious, and she raised her head stubbornly. The voice is firm. "I'm not going to cause you any trouble...I...I want to see it with my own eyes."

Godwin never said much, she knew very well what the head of her family was doing. Debbie closed her eyes, trying not to breathe too fast—she could still talk to the witch, maybe it would seem hypocritical and useless, but at least she had time to say sorry.

"Yes." Godwin nodded calmly. "Then the mission report is up to you."

"Yes, Captain."

The sun is about to rise, and the night has begun to become thin and transparent. The two walked on the road to the witch's residence, and everything was peaceful and quiet. However, Godwin stopped abruptly, and Debbie, who was in a daze, took a few more steps before she could react.

"No." The head of Horizon frowned, he had already drawn out the holy sword that had been sleeping in the tomb for a long time.

of solemnity.

Not hostile, but the power is too weird. As if there was an invisible dark cloud shrouding the witch's residence, it was absolutely impossible for the witch Nadine to create such a thick and mysterious power aggregation. Someone intervened, and Godwin narrowed his eyes—if he guessed right, the only people who could intervene in this slap-slapped village were…

"It seems that you are right to worry, Mr. Lopez is very dedicated." The overly beautiful blond young man clapped his hands a few times, he was unquestionably light tones from the person to the clothes , The black seal on the chest is very eye-catching. "As expected of my sweetheart, Ed."

The other was wearing a Radish friar's costume, with ugly stitching marks on the left chest where the holy emblem had been, he did not wear the black emblem, but - Godwin's sight Sweeping the other person's hand holding the metal bow, there is no doubt that the black badge advisor ring is on the thumb of the man's left hand.

"Jesse Dillon." Godwin said calmly, not putting away his sword. "...and Adrian Cross. I don't think the two of you came here to say hello."

"Of course I can say hello if you want. Good morning, dear Mr. Lopez! I like your hair color, would you like to leave me a communication crystal—" Horizon's The commander pointed at Jesse with the tip of his sword, and the second half of the blond youth quickly disappeared in his throat.

"If possible, I hope you can wait." Adrian ignored the aggrieved Jesse and lowered his head expressionlessly. "Just wait a while, please."

"Cross." Godwin gave a standard smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Of course I won't accept all the rumors. To be honest, I used to admire you, and I still believe that you have your problems. But..."

He spreads his legs, which is a standard offensive stance.

"...It's a fact that you colluded with a superior demon, and it's a fact that you blocked my mission." Godwin lowered his voice, "Sorry, I can't agree to the enemy's request."

The orange-red light slammed into the air, and Adrian turned his body to the side, worthy of the blow. A milky glow enveloped the metal bow, and he swung it out like a sword.

"I have no intention of being your enemy." Adrian said through gritted teeth.

"Your strength is restored, is this also part of the devil's deal?" Godwin did not hide the irony in his voice, the holy sword brushed the metal bow, almost chipping off a piece of the latter. "It seems that Chenni is a little too forgiving."

Jesse on the other side gave a very inconspicuous cry, rushed towards the female mage behind Godwin who hadn't reacted, and successfully dragged her away. Debbie reacted for a full three seconds, then bit the blond youth's arm around her neck, and broke free of him.

She didn't hesitate. As a qualified mercenary, Debbie sullenly pointed her staff at Jesse. The latter immediately raised his arms and made a gesture of surrender.

"I don't want to fall out with your brother," he muttered, "Can't you pretend you didn't see anything?"

“…Nemo also participated?” Debbie’s staff shook.

"Yeah, you should know better than me. Do you think he'd let this sort of thing go?"

"He won't, but he obviously doesn't have much power..."

"Oh, it's inconvenient for me to talk about this." Jesse raised his hands higher, "Anyway, I surrender, let me go? Can you help your head-- "

Debbie glanced at him inexplicably: "Isn't that your companion?"

"It depends on how you define 'companion'." The blond youth shrugged.

Debbie rolled her eyes and gave the opponent a stun spell. The beautiful blond youth fell to the ground like a broken sack, not knowing about the personnel. Immediately, she snorted air from her nose in disdain and turned to assist her head.

If Nemo was really involved... Debbie pondered, her fists clenched, her round nails nearly piercing her palms. She… she had to stop him ASAP, and if Godwin officially defined them as enemies, her brother would likely be killed.

However, when she regained her focus and looked up, Debbie realized that the problem was not so imminent.

Adrian Cross and Godwin Lopez are both listed as prophecy candidates for a reason. The former Judge Knight Commander had no doubt blocked their captain, and they...even seemed to be evenly matched.

She took a few deep breaths and made up her mind to start casting auxiliary spells, but her head suddenly stopped moving.

"The location marker disappeared." Godwin frowned, "You... killed Nadine?"

"I don't know." Adrian replied simply, "But one thing is certain, your mission is indeed over."

Ten minutes ago.

"Stop it." Nadine's nice voice became weak and hoarse, while Lisa's eyes were red and tears were about to fall. "You've done your best."

"But..."

"...otherwise I would have killed you, Mr. Ramon."

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