Stray

    "Mr. White, please this way." Seeing that Nemo was about to sit down and listen, Fergil hurriedly said in a low voice. He kept the volume polite enough but still audible to those closest to them.

    The mouth-only preacher's voice was so beautiful, his tone seemed to be magical, and one couldn't help but believe everything he said. Nemo was stunned for a few seconds before biting Shajiaomei in his mouth. With the sour taste that almost choked people out of tears, he instantly recalled the current situation he was in.

    "What is the source of magic? We have reason to think..." The demon sorcerer who preached had completely ignored them.

    Nemo tugged at the top of the hood with one hand, trying to show only half of his face. Immediately, he straightened his back and followed Vergil out of the hall as calmly as possible. Virgil seemed to be very familiar with the structure here. He walked to the left side of the nave against the wall, and went straight into a long corridor. Nemo was full of questions to ask, but the other party walked in front of him without looking sideways, and he obediently didn't say anything.

    After passing by dozens of aromatherapy lamps, doors finally appeared on both sides of the corridor. The dark thick wooden door is carved with two symmetrical arcs intersecting up and down, and the middle is neatly divided by a vertical line. Vergil stopped in front of one of the doors—different from the same marks on the other doors, this one was glowing coldly in the dim shadows. "You can live here. As your 'assistant', I will live in the servant's room on the side."

    The visitor's room at the Church of the Abyss feels equally icy. There was no eccentric decoration inside, rather, the cramped room was almost empty—only a long wooden table with books, and a stone bed. From the suffocatingly narrow side door, there was a glimpse of a servant's room, which didn't even have a bed, just a pile of dry, yellow straw in the corner.

    Fortunately, it is clean enough without dust.

    After both entered the room, Fergil carefully locked the door from the inside. He took out his paintbrush and scribbled in the air a few times. The stone interior, which was originally lacking in color, instantly became darker. Immediately, he took a not-so-big cloth bag from his shoulders, reached into it for half a minute, and finally took out a yellow-white candle head that was almost burned, and threw it on the wooden platform.

    It wasn't until it ignited a slender flame that was half a meter high that Nemo realized that it was no ordinary candle.

    "We can communicate freely now," Vergil said, taking off the weird mask on his face, his voice still soft. "But the lower the volume, the better."

    "You are very familiar with this place." Nemo picked up the untitled book on the wooden platform and examined it carefully by candlelight. The leather cover was printed with the same symbol as the door. .

     "Yes." Vergil nodded bluntly, "Perhaps more familiar than you think."

    "When will we officially act?" Nemo rubbed the book cover and sighed heavily. He licked his lips, slightly sticky with tension. "If believers are more active at night, it's better to be active during the day."

    "I will go out tonight and find out the reason for the advance sacrifice." Virgil stared at the candlelight. "Things seem to have changed. We'll have to wait until the situation is confirmed before discussing the details. You can rest in your room until dawn."

    "Can I go to the library tonight?"

    "Better not. You see, there are only a few hours left until dawn. It's better around noon, when most people will go back to their rooms to rest. Most importantly, Bishop Abyss will never Will be hanging around at noon," Fergil explained patiently.

    "Bishop of the Abyss?...is that the one preaching?"

      The woman in the hood, Hagen Ingram."

    "Okay." Nemo responded readily, "Then we'll talk about noon."

    "I may not be able to come back in time after dawn, so I will leave you a road map of the library." Vergil took out a thin drawing board and quickly drew it with charcoal. "You can go by yourself... You have no trouble finding your way, do you?"

    “I have confidence in my memory,” Nemo whispered.

    "I'm sorry." Vergil sighed and rubbed his nose uncomfortably. "I promised to take you there."

    "Don't worry, it's a common thing." Nemo finally put down his hood, and the loose hair rubbed against the back of his neck, which he was not used to.

    Fergil put on the mask again, and placed a tightly wrapped paper bag and a thin piece of crystal on the wooden table. "This is dry food. The Church of the Abyss will not provide food to visitors. You should be able to condense water, right?"

    Nemo nodded uncertainly.

    He put away the charcoal and placed the thin drawing board with the things on the table. "And this roadmap... I'm going out first, you have a good rest."

    As Vergil left, the color of everything in the room returned to normal. Nemo's whole body suddenly relaxed. He threw his staff, threw off his shoes, jumped onto the stone bed, and shrunk into a corner of the room with the book in his arms. Black shadows rose up from around him, sticking to every weak gap in the room, while blocking the door tightly.

    Read this thing before sunrise, and the sunrise will tell Oliver peace. Then he absolutely has to sleep until noon in one breath.

    However, Oliver's side was not as easy as he thought.

    After the silent knights left, Oliver began to paint the camouflage circle again bitterly. From time to time he touched the crystal sheet in his pocket with his hand—even though it was some time before sunrise, he couldn't help rubbing it a few times.

    "If you're worried about Nemo." Ann completed the Stealth Circle ahead of schedule again. "I can assure you, don't look at the horrific appearance of the silent knights, your sweetheart can take down an entire team alone."

     "Strength is one thing, but mood is another." Oliver drew much faster this time than the first time, "I hope they go well."

    He threw away the branches with satisfaction and nodded to the newly drawn circle. And three seconds later, when he triggered the magic circle again, Oliver was a little dumbfounded for a moment. They were hiding behind a tree again—his tent might never be set up, Oliver thought a little somberly.

    This time the visitor has nothing in common with the Silent Knight, it can be said that it is the complete opposite. The man rode on a white horse with no stray hair, and his silver armor shone dimly in the moonlight. He was not wearing a helmet, and his short, burgundy hair was very soft.

    "...Is there going to be a knight's exhibition here?" Ann muttered in a low voice, "Why would the Judgment Knights of the Ruddite come to such a ghost place single-handedly?"

    Her voice was very low, so low that Oliver couldn't hear it clearly. However, the knights of judgment not far away suddenly turned to their direction - he turned his horse's head and rushed forward, and bowed his body on the horse, the long sword in his hand was shining with silver light.

    This time Ann cursed loudly. Oliver glanced sadly at the disguised magic circle that had lost its effectiveness again, and drew the sword of rest.

    The battle was easier than they thought.

    "Don't struggle, okay?" Oliver began to apply the camouflage circle for the third time, his eyes blank. And the knight of judgment was being entangled by rattan, and was locked in a simple cage made of ice thorns. "We're really not going to do anything."

    "Despicable Black Badge!" The Judgment Knight's tone was still full of shock, "Your footwork... That's the advanced footwork of the Judgment Knight, where did you come from—"

    Learned from your former regiment chief. Oliver answered in his heart, keeping his mouth shut. The movement of the person in front of him is completely a degraded version of Adrian Cross, and he can react to what he is going to do when he raises his sword Oliver. The entire fight didn't even last five minutes.

    The Fuller Goat didn't even move, it was still chewing the grass in place.

    "It seems that ke...cough, who's training is good." The female warrior was obviously tired of repeating the arrangement of the hidden magic circle, and she began to tease the white horse with the carrots in the luggage. "Speaking of which, with such a guy, do we really have to hide?"

    "We are only performing tasks related to the Church of the Abyss." Oliver rubbed his face and walked to the judgement knight. "You don't need to care about our origins, we will leave in a few days."

    "These days." The knight snorted disdainfully, his pale blue eyes flashing with anger. "You really pick your time."

    "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"

    "Do you think I'll tell you?" The judge knight grabbed his neck, posing as if he wanted to kill or slash at will.

    "What to do, Captain?" An yawned, "He looks like he doesn't want to let us go."

    "It's a good idea to stun and throw it away. We have a powder for repelling beasts here, which can ensure that he wakes up alive." Oliver rubbed his temples, "But if there is another group of silent knights, this Sir will definitely be found."

    "So?"

    "Take it first." Oliver stopped the hand that drew the magic circle, and continued to set up the tent resignedly, ignoring the angry gaze of the judge knight. "Anyway, he can't do anything... An, this time you will draw a camouflage circle."

    The judge knight obviously did not believe that the two snake-level black badges in front of him would stop there. Until the eastern sky began to turn white, two people squatted in front of the tent and began to cook soup in a small pot.

    "You almost threw the crystal chips into the soup and boiled." Ann poked the soft boiled carrots in the soup with a fresh peeled branch, with more pity in her tone, "Sun Not out yet, relax. Even if the entire Church of Silent explodes, Nemo will be fine."

    Oliver silently rubbed the bread in his hand, and then saw that he was about to put the crystal in his mouth. Ann stretched out the branch dipped in soup, slowly pressed down Oliver's hand holding the crystal sheet, and tapped his hand that was rubbing the bread.

    "You should be glad that Dylan was not there, otherwise he would be able to laugh at you for a month." The female warrior shook her head, "It's nice to be young."

    Chaoyang finally took a head, and at the same time, the crystal suddenly burst into a crack, and Oliver bounced on the spot.

    "Oli?" Nemo's voice came from the crystal sheet, "We infiltrated the Church of the Abyss."

    "Is it all right?" Oliver kept his tone steady. With the conversation, the cracks on the crystal sheet became denser.

    "..." Nemo's voice paused for a moment, "Aesthetically, I prefer Radism."

    Oliver curled the corners of his mouth: "It's fine."

    "It's alright." Nemo's muttered voice revealed some dissatisfaction, "I didn't act with you, I'm a little uncomfortable."

    The crystal shattered and communication was forced to terminate. Oliver closed the mouth he had just opened, his expression a little stiff. A few steps away, the knight of judgment kept his eyes closed all night. At this moment, he was looking at the scene in front of him with disbelief.

    "Yeah, a huge conspiracy." Ann poured herself a bowl of soup and poked an extra piece of boiled jerky. "That's the boyfriend of our regiment leader, who just conveyed the important information that the Abyss Church is not aesthetically pleasing. Do you have anything else to ask, this gentleman?"

    The knight of judgment snorted coldly, and turned his head again.

    Only this time his attitude was not as firm as the first time.

    When Nemo opened his eyes again, the strong afternoon sunlight poured into the room through the small window in the room, and everything seemed not as cold and hard as at night. A good memory can also have a bad effect, and it took him less than a few minutes to read the Doctrines that Rad taught. The only hope is to contact Oliver, but that piece of crystal is really fragile - it seems that the Church of the Abyss' tolerance towards them is not unreasonable.

    He rubbed the crystal powder in his hand and moved the shadow away from the door. After a brief glance at the route map on the table, Nemo put the dry food in his pocket and picked up the staff next to the bed again. He took a deep breath and opened the door with a death-like aura—

    Then stuck his head out and looked around.

    As Virgil said, the silent church during the day is almost invisible. Nemo calmed down, put on his hood again, and headed towards his destination, leaning on his staff. According to the route map, the library is located on the basement level in the second half of the church. The structure of the entire Silent Church is not very symmetrical, causing the passages to be twisted and twisted, and the corridors are like passages of ant nests, which are very difficult to recognize. It took him almost an hour to find the "white stone gate" indicated in the destination.

    The only luck is that he didn't really meet anyone along the way. With gratitude to the God of Luck, Nemo looked around the empty space again, and pushed the door with satisfaction.

    "We're here." Just as Shimen made a sound of moving, a velvety female voice came from behind him. "Is it the same area as last time, Lord Bagelmore?"

    Nimo froze.

    He almost missed the staff in his hand. It was too obvious to grab the hood now, and he moved slowly, stepped aside, lowered his head as much as he could—then tried to look out the edge of the hood.

    He could see the woman's long black dress, and then up - the swollen head that didn't match the enchanting body, and the delicate black gauze hat. The Bishop of the Abyss, Hagen Ingram, was holding a thin, twig-like pole inlaid with gold bones, and the Grey Parrot was standing high on the thin pole. There are several rune ornaments that exude a powerful breath around it, and the protective instruments on its claws are filled with precious small gems, shining with fine light.

    Nimo dropped his head even lower, and he even slumped his shoulders slightly. Although he did intend to have a good talk with Grey Parrot, the plan did not include a bystander Bishop of the Abyss. Bagelmore is arrogant by nature, and it shouldn't pay so much attention to a "human" who occasionally passes by.

    In fact, the grey parrot did not notice him, it was someone else who noticed him.

    "Oops." Hagen Ingram stopped, and she stretched out her free hand and squeezed Nemo's chin naturally. "You were yesterday's visitor, that handsome lad."

    The head was lifted by external force, and Nemo's whole face was suddenly exposed.

    "Ah." He sighed dejectedly.

    "Ah-!!" Bagelmore let out an earth-shattering scream.

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