Stray

    "In 913, Alban's blood queen Andrea Alastair abdicated. She took her lover Gallagher Salt and left the city to explore life. Eventually died in 968 at the age of ninety-seven."

    "As for this king... So far, historical evaluations have been mixed, and people have not yet reached a more unified conclusion. She has been in power for less than ten years, and she has been in power by murdering her brother, and what she has done is only But it is the beginning of reform. After her, Queen Delia Alastair is the one who pushed Alban to the top. If you talk about merit, now, the biggest merit of the Blood Queen is to invest in the Dawning Tavern— 'Corona' predecessor."

    The old professor had a serious face, he pushed his glasses and tapped the chalk twice on the blackboard.

    "That is, in theory, she was one of the founders of today's 'Corona.' The Alastair family remains an important investor in us to this day. Of course, everyone knows , The real founders of 'Corona' are Eddie Lopez, Leonard Lopez and Olivia Lopez. They are also descendants of the hero Godwin Lopez. The origins of the Lopez family of ancient exorcists."

    "I hate the Lopez." Under the podium, a freckled youth with curly hair whispered. "Well, I admit that their family has a long history. But now, the 'corona' is no longer their family's private property."

    The newcomer sitting beside him secretly playing with his mobile phone raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him.

    On the podium, the old professor coughed twice and continued: "From 921 to 1021, it was called the 'Golden Century'. During that period, more and more people received the 'Blessing of the God of War' Although there are small-scale wars in some areas, countries in the world are in a relatively peaceful state. Surface expeditions have been confirmed as disappearing. In order to find a substitute for bone jade, many research institutions and educational institutions have sprung up. Among them, the two oldest— The Gatekeepers and Clementine University are both on their way to the top in the golden century."

    "This has to mention one man, Prince Hayden, the husband of Queen Delia Alastair. He officially became Clemen University at the age of fifty-one - then Called the headmaster of the Royal Military Academy of Clement, and with the Queen's support, Prince Hayden made a complete overhaul of Clement University..."

    "It's so boring, hey, over there." The curly-haired youth yawned, "The corona is the strongest exorcism mechanism, I thought we would be thrown to death at first. The testing ground—well, something like that anyway. You said we got into the corona with a lot of hard work, and it's just a bunch of dry history lessons, doesn't that feel right?"

    "Goalkeepers do that type of test." The newcomer shrugged, still texting incessantly. "It's good to be calm."

    "We're here to fight!" Curly snorted dissatisfied. "Let's not say anything else, at least these courses, the Lopez must have taken it long ago. See? That seat over there is empty, that Lopez must have gone to training. He is already the first in this class. If it goes on like this, the gap between us will only get bigger and bigger.”

    "Not necessarily." The black-haired newcomer was a little more comforting, "The exorcism requires two people to work together, and the partner is also very important."

    "You don't understand this." The curly-haired youth turned the pen in his hand, "The people in their family are all loners here, one person is used for two people. When the exorcism is officially obtained If he has a license, the family will assign him a special one."

    "...That's it." The newcomer responded, not sounding particularly surprised.

    "I also want to be the number one exorcist and get the title of 'Ollori'. It's been seven consecutive generations of 'Ollori' who have belonged to the Lopez family." Curly Hair Sorrow lay on the table dejectedly, "Hey, you're right, in short, find a reliable partner first... Hey, hey! The professor is watching you!"

    Unfortunately, this reminder came a little late.

    "Mr. Wright, please put your phone away. Yes, you were second overall. But as far as I know, your 'The Rise and Fall of Alban' only got a 5 Minute."

    The old professor cleared his throat heavily, but he didn't sound really angry.

    "The 5 points are for the fact that you didn't hand in a blank - usually, in a topic like 'Freely Arguing the merits and demerits of blood queen Andrea Alastair' Well, you won't get points for an answer like 'she likes meatloaf'."

    There was a burst of suppressed laughter in the lecture hall.

    The curly-haired youth took a breath from between his teeth and turned his head to look at the newcomer beside him. The handsome young man with black hair just smiled complicatedly, then lowered his eyes, looking a little distracted.

    Hearing the professor's name, the curly-haired youth - Bean Leonard naturally knew who this newcomer was.

    Among the newcomers who entered the corona for training this year, in addition to the descendants of the Lopez family, who ranked first in overall performance, Nemo Wright was one of them tied for second place.

    He originally thought that a guy with such a scary combat performance must be two meters tall, but it turns out that Mr. Wright is much more elegant and harmless than he thought. As for the other tied for second place, he heard something at lunch - Oliver Ramon took leave early this morning and didn't know what to do.

    Now Nemo was obviously in a daze, he spread the book in front of him, and continued to tap the glass screen of the phone with his fingertips.

    Nimo's movements were not too small, and not too small. Bean glanced at the ring on the ring finger of the other's left hand.

    As one of the best candidates for professional exorcists, Bean is very confident in his dynamic vision. The style of the ring is simple and simple, unlike the old style, 80% of which are real antiques.

    It is absolutely valuable, it seems that Mr. Wright of unknown origin should have a big family behind him. It may be that the precious daughter of some famous family fell in love with this handsome and powerful young man and got engaged early—

    Bean locked his eyes on the ring and began to use his imagination to pass his boring history class. However, the person he looked at almost immediately stopped the hand that was typing information on the phone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and cast his eyes back.

    It took a few seconds for Bean to react: "Hey, sorry. I just…"

    "It's okay, I don't care." Nemo shrugged, continued to look at the phone screen, and zoomed in on a photo of a lamp.

    "Are you talking to your fiancée?" Bean lowered his voice curiously.

    "Husband." Nemo sounded in a good mood, and also did not intend to continue listening to the class.

    Bean nearly fell to the ground. The chair under his **** made a tragic creaking noise, and the old professor's eyes drifted a little again.

    "Oh, oh." Bean steadied himself quickly and responded dryly.

    Nowadays, Radhism is prevalent, and people's tolerance for homosexuality is not high. But it is also true, since Mr. Wright's lover can afford such an antique ring, naturally he will not care about the rumors of the little people.

    Bean stiffened his expression and turned to the podium, trying to return his attention to the class.

    “…I just talked about the transformation of Cleman University. The research laboratory of Clemen University has provided very important technical support for 'Corona'. I believe you have heard it, no matter where you go in the world A Dawning Bar can find at least one Clementine University researcher."

    The old professor continued slowly.

    "By comparison, the gatekeeper's side..."

    No way, thought Bean dazedly. Sunlight poured into the spacious lecture hall, and fine dust flickered in the air. The temperature was just right, the old professor's voice was soothing like a lullaby, and the slow words finally melted into a buzzing sound, getting further and further away from him - Bean's head was getting heavier and heavier in this comfortable environment, and finally The young exorcist candidate decided to follow his heart, slumped on the table, and fell asleep unaware of personal affairs.

    When today's class was over, Bean wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked around subconsciously, Mr. Wright was long gone.

    The sun is about to set.

    The high-rise buildings in the lower city are in dilapidated condition, and the managers have long since let go. Elevators stopped running, water and electricity were inconvenient, and the old high-rise building complex became a gathering place for the poor and criminals, and the dilapidated walls almost dyed the surrounding air gray.

    As night falls, bright and slightly cheap lights come on quickly. Among the many passersby who were in a hurry and described as suspicious, Nemo put his hands in his pockets and walked with a clear goal to the building with the most concentrated lights.

    A few months ago, there was a low-key but tasteful speakeasy at the foot of the central building.

    The sign placed at the entrance is still brand new, it is placed at the entrance of the descending steps, and there is no extra exaggerated lighting. Even so, people can easily read the words on the signs under the lights of the rest of the shops.

    Tumbleweed Bar.

    Nimo walked down the steps and pushed open the door of the bar.

    Oliver is wearing a waiter uniform, wiping the glass carefully. Seeing his lover enter the door, he put down the soft cloth in his hand, walked around the bar, and gave him a kiss.

    "Look, this is the lamp you chose during the day. Nice eye, Nemo, it's definitely better than the other one I showed you."

    Oliver wrapped his left arm around Nemo's waist and pointed to the decorative lights on the roof of the bar with his right, in a pleasant tone.

    "It's much brighter here now."

    "Be careful that the bright environment will scare the guests away." Nemo shook his head with a smile, turned his head, and kissed Oliver on the cheek.

    This lamp is really good.

    Under the soft light, even the skeleton helmet hanging on the wall looks like a decoration bought from a high-end store. Like other bars large and small, there are frames under the helmets, the pictures inside look old, but they are all well preserved.

    The content of the photo in the middle is eccentric - four people dressed in ancient costumes are standing in a pile of strange lizard tails, except for the one in the monk's uniform who has a slightly tense expression, the other three All smiles.

    The eyes stayed on that photo for a long time, Nemo took a long breath: "...Ed?"

    "Ed will be late, after all he'll have a drink with his new colleagues after the onboarding process - well, he probably won't actually drink. As for Jesse, God knows where he is Night clubs or churches, but he'll come with Ed."

    "As a reliable 'informer', Jesse shouldn't rush into the welcome party of the new police chief." Nemo muttered, his voice a little more uncertain. "...will he?"

    "…" Oliver apparently decided to keep silent.

    "The guests are here!" The grey parrot jumped at one end of the bar, "If you two don't prepare, you can only feed them what I have left."

    Nemo snapped the grey parrot's head and snapped his fingers. The shadows gathered in the corner, gradually transformed into a multi-armed humanoid, and then obediently burrowed into the back kitchen.

    "Thanks for the reminder, Bagelmore. Ollie, you will receive the guests first, and I'll change clothes."

    Night is officially here.

    In this dark and dangerous corner, people walking on the edge of darkness are very curious about this new bar. Although historically, the Dawning Tavern was one of the famous sanctuaries for demon believers, but after the exorcist agency "Corona" was born, it gradually became an exorcist's exclusive intelligence agency, which has long been unsuitable for the real fringe. people go.

    Speakers in the corner of a "junkyard" tend to be more popular.

    The style of "Tumbleweed" is not affected by the surrounding chaos, and there must be enough terrifying backers behind it. Not to mention, the bar is thoughtfully not even equipped with cameras, or any other surveillance equipment.

    The only downside is that there are only two young male waiters in this small bar.

    Although gender may not be so important to someone in the downtown area, the faces of the two male waiters are quite good. It's a pity that I haven't heard of anyone who has successfully wiped the oil.

    But since there is good wine at an affordable price, and a relatively safe place to chat, people can put up with this little inadequacy.

    The Tumbleweed quickly filled up.

      "If I hadn't run fast at the time, I probably wouldn't have been alive to talk here. It's in the underground parking lot, tell you people over there, stay away from that ghost place recently."

    "God, isn't Bob's demon pretty strong? I think it's an intermediate-"

    "Who the **** knows what's going on! That thing looks like a man, with arms so long that it hangs down to the ground, hands that can wrap my head around my head, and it moves so fast that I can't see clearly .I wouldn't be stupid enough to stop and watch it cast a spell. Then again, it's not fake that thing smells like a demon, but I've never seen that type of demon before... Hey, boy, what are you listening to?"

    "Wine for both."

    Nemo's voice is soft and his smile is very decent. He took the glass from the tray and adjusted the collar of the waiter's suit.

    "I think you met a demon warlock, sir... Are you interested in exchanging information?"

    The author has something to say:

    This article is officially coming to an end here. The next West Fantasy will basically continue to use this world view, so everyone in Tumbleweed will still have a chance to appear, don't worry XD

    Thank you to everyone who has seen this all the way, and thank you very much to everyone who helped tweet on Weibo. I didn't expect to get so much recognition at all, I was really moved to cry (;ω;)

    Because there is basically no manuscript except for the first few days (.), and sometimes overtime leads to writing in a hurry, I know very well that it still has many flaws... Thank you for your tolerance.

    There is nothing to say about this, just keep learning and practicing. I will try my best to make the next one better~

    PS:

    ①The advance receipt of the next "Happy Doomsday" can be seen in the author's column!

    [A little summary postscript]

    "Lost" was published on March 31 last year, and has been updated daily since April 11. The data was recorded at the beginning. On April 30, when Kaiwen had been serialized for a month, the collection was about 10.

    It is false to say that it was not hit (…

    I still remember the period when there were many chapters and 0 comments in the first volume hhh Careful readers can find that I didn't write much at first _(:з"∠)_

    Here, I am really grateful to the readers who accompanied me in the beginning. Without you, I really don't have the confidence to survive. At that time, while relying on the idea of ​​"at least there are still people watching", I liked this theme, and I was a little unwilling to admit defeat, so I gritted my teeth.

    During the period, the number of readers who followed the article gradually increased, and gradually they had more strength to persevere.

    I work during the day, I am really tired, because there are times when various things are sad. But there are more happy moments. In short, I can write this story seriously, and I am very satisfied at the same time (;ω;)

    Finally, thank you again for seeing here and supporting the genuine version. See you next time if you can. XD