Stray

    To be honest, Nemo's view of Adrian is a little mixed after knowing the whole story. Even if he wasn't as communicative as Oliver was, he knew that the answer must have something to do with the questioner's perception. Adrian Cross made him a little unpredictable, and he was not sure what kind of answer the other party wanted to hear.

    "Hoe the strong and help the weak" sounds general and insincere. "Protect companions" may be a good answer, but Adrian blocked the way first - if they don't take the initiative to cause trouble, there will be no problem in self-protection. And just after going through all this, talking about "justice" is a bit...

    So he could only look at Oliver nervously.

    Oliver held a sword in his hand, looking a little more like a warrior than before.

    "I must first learn to control power before I can consciously choose to use it or not." Oliver bowed his head solemnly, "That's it."

    “…then let me remind you that sometimes 'can do' is more painful than 'can't'.”

    "I know, I just saw it."

    Nimo could hear the fog in the clouds, but this did not prevent him from being surrounded by inexplicable irritability. He always felt that he had heard similar conversations, and Oliver should have answered very similar questions, but Oliver's answer at the time was not this.

    His head hurts a little.

    Nemo is pretty sure that in his quiet life, he never said more than three words to Oliver. But he did have this wonderful impression that was almost reminiscent.

    He started to feel creepy and took a step back. The two people who were talking did not notice his abnormality.

    "I see." Adrian nodded, looking not disgusted by the answer. "I can't teach you much, but I'll try my best."

    Oliver pressed the sword to his chest and gave a serious salute.

    "But I'm afraid I can't teach Mr. Wright anything." Adrian glanced at Nemo, "...Mr. Wright?"

    Oliver turned his head too - Nemo was as pale as a dead man.

    "Nemo, you..."

    "I'm fine." Nemo interrupted Oliver bluntly, "Maybe it's just... just a little bit of blood loss, um, blood loss."

    "Let's advance to the city." An made a quick judgment, "Get the registration done as soon as possible, and then take a night off if you have something to do."

    "It's okay, I won't be like that on my side-" Before Nemo could finish speaking, a cool breeze ran across his cheek, followed by a burning pain. A dagger rubbed his face and nailed it straight into the tree trunk behind him.

    The wound healed visibly, and Nemo turned immediately. Just as he was about to command the darkness to stand up for defense, a smiling voice appeared first.

    "Oh, I'm sorry, but you two are already black stamps." With the voice, a figure flashed out from the depths of the forest. "I'm still thinking of earning three thousand gold coins by the way!"

    Oliver pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and the movement did not stop because of the other party's explanation.

    The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows and into the bright moonlight. The moment they saw each other's face clearly, except for Nemo, who remained nervous, the movements of the other three were slightly hesitant. It's not because of shaking, but because the picture is really unreal.

    That face fits in many places, and it fits the bard's description of "a lady's lover." It is also very suitable for religious occasions of various religions, and it should not be here anyway - the person who comes has long brilliant blond hair, which is casually tied with a ribbon and draped over one shoulder. His face was too beautiful, with a hint of innocence, the word "handsome" was not very appropriate.

    It's a pity that the people present have long passed the age where they will be deceived by their appearance. After a moment of hesitation, the defensive posture of the four did not waver in the slightest.

      Pointing to the grey parrot on the side, looking a little sad. "I'm really sorry, okay?"

    The grey parrot was rarely silent. Instead of swearing as before, it stared intently at the visitor, its bird's eyes gleaming with suspicion.

    "Sea Scorpion." An glanced at the black seal on the other side's chest, and whispered, "It's not a good thing."

    "Oh—how can you say that! It's prejudice!" The blond young man clutched his chest, "That spear... oops, it's Miss Savage. The rumor is true, you're like As beautiful as a nightingale."

    An's face turned pale in an instant, and an electric light blasted directly over.

    "I'm just complimenting you!" shouted the youth, swiftly jumping aside. "You should have heard of me—Jesse Dylan, your comrade! I would certainly kiss your hand politely if possible...how about you stop first?"

    "Are you that Jesse Dylan?" Ann's face was very ugly, "'Viper' Jesse?"

    "Look, I just came to the forest at night to see if I could find some prey." The blond young man-Jesse shook the small demon corpse in his hand, "Or else. I How about asking everyone to have a drink and make amends?"

    No one listens to him. Ann moved in Adrian's direction, looking more alert.

    "I've already apologized." The pretty face was full of sadness, "Well, to show my sincerity—I just wanted to ask, the one you brought, Is it the new apostate from the Rad Cult?"

    He knocked on the black seal, and the task list they were all familiar with appeared in the air. There is a blood-red text flashing on it, which looks particularly eye-catching.

    "The news just now, all the black seals and mercenaries should have been notified - oh sorry, except for a few of you."

    "Your target is Mr. Cross?" Oliver sighed and adjusted his breath. "I'm sorry, he's our companion now."

    Nemo gestured silently, shadows flowing under his feet—his headache was better, but the nausea from the pain was still there. The amazing thing is that, as the only person who was successfully attacked, he is the most unmotivated at the moment - for some reason, he intuitively has no malicious intentions.

    "How could it be!...Even if I'm really short of money, I'd rather watch those old liars get shriveled." Jessie opened her arms empty-handed, trying to flaunt her innocence. "The former judge knight betrayed the Holy See, this is a masterpiece, why should I destroy it?"

    "Then you can leave. I accept your apology." Nemo suppressed the discomfort that rolled in his throat, "At least we won't pack Mr. Cross to the Holy See, you can Don't worry... Mr. Dylan?"

    "Gosh, you're so polite, I like polite people." Jessie rubbed her hands and took a few steps closer. "But I really want to express my apology—and respect, you guys did what I wanted to do. So how are you going to trust my sincerity? How about tying me up?" He was enthused. proposed.

    "...Let's go." Oliver raised his sword with one hand and rubbed his temple with the other. "Leave him alone."

    "Let's go. It should be fine to stay alert." Ann's face twitched twice, and she seemed to agree. Adrian has turned around speechlessly.

    Nemo put away the shadow, grabbed the dazed parrot, raised his heels - and then an arm came over.

    "The weather is fine tonight, look at how beautiful the stars are." The blond young man said in a warm tone, leaning on Nemo's shoulders, his beautiful face close at hand. "Those guys are so angry, and it's not good for you. Wright? . . . May I call you Nemo, Nemo?"

    Nimo silently grabbed the arm and took it off his shoulder. "No," he said with a sullen face, resisting the urge to summon the shadow. "...you're too close, Mr. Dylan. I don't like being too close to strangers."

    "Stranger." The blond young man said pitifully, as if he had been greatly wronged. "But we've all exchanged names, and you mustn't say that. Is this your parrot? He's so cute."

    The lovely Bagelmore was silent. There seems to be something unnatural, but it's a pity that Nemo's head has been messed up into a pot of porridge, and he can't think clearly. He could only frown slightly, and instinctively quickened his pace, leaving the blond youth behind - who followed eagerly, as if it were some kind of fun game.

    "Clos, you said you would bring trouble." Ann said bitterly, "You're right, but I didn't expect 'trouble' to come so quickly."

    Adrian frowned and remained silent.

    "You said that when you're in town, I'll sound the alarm and tell everyone that Adrian Cross is here - although I really don't want to do that - what do you think?" That An arm was about to stick to Nemo's shoulder again, only this time it was Oliver who had slowed down for some time.

    "Are you suggesting that we kill people?" An exclaimed unbearably, "I have to say, I quite like this suggestion—"

    "Mr. Dylan, what are you trying to do?" Oliver grabbed Jesse's arm, his tone a little unhappy. "We don't want to have any conflict with you, I hope you understand."

    "I said, I just want to have a drink with you. Isn't this fate? I'm the first person to discover you after the incident!"

    "Okay. But we're tired, can we talk about it tomorrow?" Oliver replied simply. "How about noon tomorrow? I know a nice tavern right by the river in the market."

    Nimo looked at Oliver in surprise, and Oliver winked at him. Even though his head was dizzy, Nemo understood Oliver's meaning with a laugh and tears.

    "Oh, it's over. You see, making friends is so hard sometimes." Jessie clapped her hands happily, "That's it! I trust your credibility, You can't miss your appointment - I'd be very sad if you let my pigeons go."

    The blond young man stopped, hummed a song, and walked towards the demon corpse that had just fallen to the ground.

     Jesse's humming was indistinct, Nemo subconsciously tried to distinguish a few words, and soon lost interest and quickened his pace. He kept up with the group and moved quickly toward Noe City—Jesse Dillon didn't follow along this time.

    "...The dew on the tombstone is shining, will you cry for me?" The blond young man sang happily, picking up the **** demon corpse on the ground, confirming with satisfaction that the valuable place was not destroyed soiled. "Beautiful Sandra, my beloved—are you waiting at the end of the road... what's behind?"

    "...Forget it, it's a really good song, isn't it?" He sighed at the corpse's cloudy eyes.

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