Stray

The procedure was more complicated than they thought. Oliver signed rolls of parchment after roll until his expression turned completely blank. Jesse left the hall with another serious-looking staff member, who should be dealing with the legacy of the previous team. Ann waited obediently at first, but then maybe she was really bored—

"I'll see what Cross is up to." She yawned and waved casually at Nemo. The female warrior walked to the corridor on the side of the hall without looking back, and her figure was quickly engulfed by the flow of adventurers coming and going.

Oliver is still working on the agreement and signing in front of the stage. While Nemo was standing in the center of the hall of the mercenary guild branch, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Unlike when he first thought of himself as a demon believer or a demon sorcerer, he now clearly understands his inhumanity. Since he has compromised to the idea of ​​"I am a superior demon", he has been able to do more and more things, and the strange sense of separation has become more and more obvious. Nemo stared at Oliver's right hand holding the quill for a moment, and decided to find something else to distract him—

He tapped the black badge on his chest with his fingers, trying to bring a little magic. The magic screen unfolded instantly in front of Nemo's eyes. Nemo, who had never been successful, took a step back excitedly and almost bumped into the adventurer passing by behind him.

After a hasty apology, Nemo began to carefully check the team profile.

The speed of the mercenary guild is very fast, and the name of the team has been changed to "Tumbleweed". The appearance and information of everyone in the team are displayed in detail on it, and even their wanted level is clearly marked.

Oli and herself still have the original "Dangerous" rating, and Ann is the lowest rated "Anomalous". Probably because of apostasy, the Knight Commander's wanted level is a "thug" one level higher than "Dangerous", and Jesse is also a "thug" - it's a pity that the wanted level does not have a wanted reason, and he has no way of knowing that intention. What exactly did the unknown new member do.

Then he grinned at the column of the race of the team members, showing a wry smile - the judgment they got was a "pure human team", at least the mercenary guild has not noticed the abnormality yet.

It's just that he has a little question mark after his name, and he's not the only one with that ominous mark.

Jesse Dillon's name is followed by one.

"Now that the boys aren't here, we can 'really' talk, Cross."

"He will use the 'spiritual sacrifice' of Radism." Adrian Cross looked serious and serious, "but he doesn't look like someone who ran out of the choir, I'm sure you know —”

"The people in the choir are incurable blind men." An casually continued, "But if it's just this, you shouldn't react so much."

picture."

"Oh?" Ann raised her eyebrows, "Tell me."

"They can use human flesh as a medium to perform a certain degree of surface magic, which is not unusual. Even if it is a 'spiritual sacrifice', there is still the possibility of using stones as a source of magic power to get through." Idri Ann rubbed his chin, "So I tried again at Caleb, and I'm pretty sure he didn't use any other means."

"I won't ask him how he made Dihyran bloom." An thoughtfully stared at Adrian's chest where the holy emblem of Radism should have been. "Skills aside, to do that kind of thing requires a huge amount of magical power. That is to say..."

"Whether it's inspiring Dihylan or using magic to support my battle, the level of surface magic he shows has exceeded the limit that can be disguised. If he is forced to use the abyss magic to convert, the human being as the medium The body will definitely collapse." Adrian shook his head, "Dylan should have nothing to do with the abyss."

"Knowing the esoteric spells of the Rad Sect, it has too much power, and it comes with the gift of prophecy. Well, I admit, this is indeed a business." The female warrior leaned against the wall casually, " So you think he came out of the Ladd? That kid Dylan is a self-proclaimed atheist—a Ladd wouldn't say such blasphemous things even if he lied."

"There is more than one person who knows esoteric magic." Adrian stared at the amber eyes of the female warrior opposite, "Garland Dungeon, the teleportation formation that got Mr. Wright and me out— Even if there is an impact of external magic power, there are not many Radian teleportation techniques that can avoid the Wall of Sighs."

"But you didn't check about me," An did not avoid the other's eyes, she twitched the corners of her mouth. "Is it because my power is 'not enough to pose a threat'?"

"Because no matter how much you pretend, you are still afraid of Mr. Wright in your heart, I can see it." Adrian folded his arms, "But Jesse Dylan didn't."

"Perhaps because of his gift for prophecy, he knew that Nemo wouldn't hurt him."

"If not? Looking at your behavior, I'm afraid you don't really think that Mr. Wright might hurt you." Adrian sighed, "Miss Savage, I can feel it You are not malicious, and I will never use any means to spy on your privacy. But Mr. Dylan is different—"

"He's definitely related to the Raddism, and I can't find out where he stands."

"If you need more money, I'm willing to give a little." The female warrior shrugged, "Nimo they are in good shape now, you have to keep an eye on Dylan - even if the world is destroyed , at least don't be ruined by a fool. As for me..."

She paused. "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but as of now it won't have any impact on our future actions. I like the status quo, please understand. I can only assure you one thing - I did not betray the Rudd, because I Never really believed in it."

Adrian Cross's pupils tightened for a moment. He pondered for a moment, then looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"You..."

"It's all in the past."

In the hall on the other side, Oliver finally signed the frighteningly thick scroll. With a grimacing face, he moved his wrists and slowly turned around—and found that there was only one player left.

"Oli." Nemo was manipulating the mission screen, "Someone assigned us."

"What?"

"Did you mark the mission 'requires **** to the burial chamber under the church' before?"

"Yeah, I saved a backup..."

"The client appointed us." Nemo pointed to the task screen in front of him with a serious expression. "Are you sure this team name is okay?"

"Let me see... client Duran Fergil. What does he like about us?"

"We don't have a bad name yet." Nemo smiled and enlarged the content of the task. "Maybe Mr. Vergil really doesn't want to make any big noise."

"Yes." A deep but cheerful voice joined in, "Are you guys from Tumbleweed? There are portraits in the team introduction."

Nimo turned his head stiffly.

A tall man with brown skin was standing a few steps away from them, half a head taller than them. He has a pair of very warm brown eyes, and his hair is bark-like brown. What seemed to be Duran Fergil was smiling down at them, revealing his straight white teeth.

It didn't look like a warrior--the man wore a belted burlap robe with a lot of odds and ends pinned to his belt. On his back hangs several oversized packages with wooden easels tied with oiled leather ropes. He carried so much on his back that he looked like a ladybug with wings. Although there were a lot of strange things piled up on his body, the man had no peculiar smell, but there were colorful stains everywhere after the paint dried.

He is more of a painter than an adventurer.

"Duran Vergil." The uninvited guest nodded, smiling more and more enthusiastically. "What a coincidence, everyone, this must be a fateful meeting! ... No kidding, I just saw that your team just registered here, and I happened to be nearby. I think you guys look good, stop by and have a look ."

"...appropriate?" Nemo looked up and down the person in front of him, he vaguely felt that something was not right. This person is not quite like an ordinary human, but as for what is wrong, he can't say for a while.

"Yeah, I see people very accurately, you don't seem to have any bad intentions - believe me, there are a lot of good things in the tomb below the Abyss Church. What did Heizhang take away when he saw his wealth... Alas, it will be troublesome then."

"Why don't you hire a mercenary?" Oliver asked cautiously.

“No money.” Vergil answered cheerfully. Oliver's face twitched, and Nemo suspected it was a suppressed emoji.

"Of course, you can discuss it with your teammates first—boys, what about your captain?" Vergil scratched his crisp short hair, "I want to meet him."

"...I am." Oliver said dryly, raising his head unaccustomedly. "Do you have any questions?"

Fergil was silent for more than ten seconds: "Oh, sorry, I didn't look carefully, I thought... It seems that you may be more reassuring than I thought."

Oliver wiped his face: "Thank you for your... compliment."

"Sorry," Vergil said. He stretched out a hand and looked like he was going to pat Oliver on the shoulder.

Nemo stretched out his hand and squeezed the wrist. Virgil was a little surprised, he turned his head and cast a questioning look at the expressionless black-haired youth. The latter just stared at him without saying a word.

"Nimo?" Oliver immediately noticed the abnormality of the other party, "So, Mr. Fergil, I will discuss with my teammates first... Can you wait for us here for a while?"

"Of course." The tall man shrugged and tugged at the wrapping cord. "I'm going to sit over there for a while, these things are heavy."

Oliver strode forward to the corridor where Ann and Adrian were, and after making sure the distance was far enough, he opened his mouth carefully. "What happened to you just now?"

Nemo exhaled slowly, he pursed his lips, and looked back again at the client who appointed them - Duran Fergil was looking for a floor to sit down and stretched out Lazy waist, looks very normal.

But he wasn't "normal" at all.

After sensing the sense of disobedience, Nemo probed it tentatively. Then he knew immediately why Mr. Vergil was carrying so many things. Those staggeringly large packages that seem to be dragged to the ground are just cover ups. They concealed the anomaly on his back - although a dozen eyes looked like wings, they weren't wings - Duran Fergil had a pair of large, standard human hand bones attached to his back. They protruded from his skin, overlapped each other, and clung to the man's back like wings.

"That's a Demon Warlock, Ollie." He hesitated for a few seconds, and confirmed the other party's breath again. "I...should not have misjudged, Duran Fergil is a true demon warlock."

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