Stray

    The next morning, he knocked on the door of his companion with an apple in his mouth and almost fell to the ground.

    "You...are you okay?" She looked at Oliver's dark blue eyes with concern. Adrian looked slightly better, but the air around him was almost below freezing. Nemo was soaked in the light of his physique, and his face was not haggard, but he had a little murderous aura—this is rarely seen in Mr. Wright, who is indifferent to the world.

    Oliver took a deep breath, his expression trembled twice, as if he had forcibly suppressed a few swear words with his upbringing. Nemo gave an uncharacteristically cold smile.

    "Someone snored all night." Nemo laughed and gritted his teeth, "All night. I thought the boar was singing somewhere."

    Ann did not intend to hide the joy of the rest of her life on her face. She glanced cautiously into the room, where Jesse was still lying sideways on one of the beds, her long blond hair slightly curled, and the white pillows scattered like molten metal. The sun hit that pretty face, bringing out some **** purity. It's a pity that after being tossed all night, no one will be moved by this picture.

    "We can smother him with a pillow now," Ann whispered hopefully.

    "Don't look at me with my eyes closed, I'm awake—" Jesse yelled from the room. "You are so funny, lovely lady."

    "Let's go." Nemo muttered in a low voice, "No hurry this time, can you take a nap on the way, Ollie?"

    "Of course." Oliver rubbed his temples fiercely, "We have to buy some tents first, and... uh..."

    "If you're referring to the ones you'll use on the road, I'll buy them in the morning." An Kacha nibbled at the apple, a little inarticulate. "I also bought a fuller goat - there is a lot of stuff for four people, and I can't let Nemo carry it all the time. I can't lose a few dollars if I sell it and sell it, and I can eat it in a critical situation." She licked her lips , "It tastes good too."

    Nemo imagined for a while that they were advancing with a sheep, and he hesitated.

    "I know, it may be a little different from what you think." Ann threw the core into the trash can in the room, "...but horses are really expensive."

    "We need weapons too." Oliver said dazedly, "Nimo and I..."

    "Yes, I found a good store. You can choose it yourself." An spoke very quickly, "I took some cash from my Heizhang account, and everything is in order, After buying, we can go."

    She kept glancing at Jesse as she said this, who was slowly getting dressed. He did not know when the bloodstains on the light blue long coat were removed, not a single wrinkle or blood spot remained. He took care of them meticulously, and then tied his long hair with a ribbon so that it wouldn't look unnatural even if it was mixed into a royal dinner.

    "Where are you going?" He asked with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'll ask, after all, I also have my own mission—"

    "Vincent Town, a very remote place." Oliver replied blankly, "Let's say goodbye, Di-"

    "Look, it's really meant to be—I just happened to be going to Vincennes!"

    "What are you trying to do?" Adrian asked coldly, "Stop playing this trick."

    Jesse raised his eyebrows, he pulled out the contract paper and threw it directly in front of the four of them.

    "Grace Blue Bird's corpse?" Ann took two steps back in disgust, "You will have to pay the price sooner or later."

    "I've listened to this sentence for many years, it seems that retribution is not as fast as me." Jesse poked out his ears. "Look, I didn't lie to you—the group of Grace Bluebirds is right next to Vincent Town."

    "Let's go." Oliver pushed aside the parchment, as if determined to ignore the uninvited companion. "After all, there are still weapons to buy."

    "What's with the corpse of Grace Bluebird?" It was certain that Jesse didn't come closer, but just followed far behind. Nemo couldn't help whispering—he'd never read anything like that in a book.

    "There are relatively few records now, after all, they are about to become extinct." An sighed. "A bird monster about the size of a human. Their bones are a good material for weapons, and their feathers and flesh are good for spellcasting. If the mission is correct, the annoying spirit really didn't lie - there is indeed one near Vincennes town. ethnic group."

    “…is it okay to be so exposed?”

    "There are very few people who dare to attack them now, and their spells are mostly extreme. For example, if they find themselves about to be killed, they will desperately give themselves a 'mourning'— The whole thing turned to ashes, not a single bone was left. My previous team took on similar missions in other countries, don't ask, I don't want to go into details."

    Nemo hurriedly closed his open mouth.

    "In short, to get the corpses, either betray their trust and attack from behind, or dig their holy places. Either way is fine." When she said this, she did not Lowering his voice, Nemo believed that Jesse Dillon would hear it—but the pretty blond youth still had a big smile on his face, humming a little tune happily, and followed them closely behind.

    There are no exciting discoveries in the process of buying weapons. Adrian picked a bow and gave Oliver the silver sword.

    "I am no longer qualified to call myself a knight." Adrian said seriously, carrying his quiver behind his back. "This sword is more suitable for you. It can last longer than these ordinary things."

    And Nemo was gearing up for a long time, and found nothing - the store obviously did not intend to consider the needs of the demon warlock. The three big men entered the store empty-handed, and in the end they only bought a very ordinary metal bow and a bunch of arrows. Even with the deterrence of the black seal, the shop owner's eyes almost turned to the ceiling, and his movements were a little sad and angry when he was looking for change.

    With the weapons ready, Ann began to pile the big and small bales on the Fuller goat—a half-human tall with a long neck and the size of a foal. It ruminated slowly and looked at them one by one with its crossed pupils. The grey parrot flew up cheerfully, and stood between the curled horns, with a large chest raised.

    Nemo poked the goat's wet nose curiously, and was immediately spit on his face. He straightened up in silence, carefully wiping his face with his sleeve amid the grey parrot's loud jeers.

    "It's done." Oliver and Adrian supported the luggage on the other side, and Ann fastened the last belt and tightened it twice. "With a few small teleports, it should take a week to get there. Nemo, don't poke—it's our companion for now."

    And Jesse grinned from a dozen paces away. He casually carried a cloth bag and did not bring any large luggage.

    "We should be able to walk through that forest at noon." Ann ignored him, pointing to the hills not far away, "Then take a break-Oliver, don't sleep on the sheep, you are too heavy already."

    Moving forward in silence is boring. At first they stepped over stone bricks, then the pebble pavement was replaced by dirt, and after a while the dirt road was gone, only grass and thorny vines were trampled crookedly. The sun hangs high in the center of the sky, the sun is terribly vicious, and everything in the field of vision has layers of dazzling white light. Insects are screaming in the grass, and the uneven touch of the sole is very uncomfortable. Nemo's feet were sore as he walked, the hot air scorched his will, and he could only distract himself by looking around.

    Jesse Dillon walked leisurely under the scorching sun, lingering behind them.

    The female warrior and knight commander have a lot of fighting experience, and Nemo has a monster-like physical strength. Oliver jumped to be the weakest in the group, and it was obvious that he cared a lot about it - Nemo watched Oliver sway and force his way forward, and decided to be on guard so their captain wouldn't fall face down. on.

    Ann and Adrian were obviously aware of this. As soon as they entered the woods, Ann announced the rest in advance. Oliver didn't hold back any longer. He sat on the soft rotten leaves and quickly fell asleep against the trunk. Adrian chose another shade, sat down cross-legged, and took a rare nap.

    "I hope I don't have a chance to experience Mr. Dylan's snoring." An tutted and sat down in the shade. "It's the first time I've seen Oliver so lethargic."

    "Bless you," Nemo said listlessly, tugging at the blades of grass. The weather was too hot, and his drowsiness burned very little. "...But I think it's enough. Look, he's here again."

    "How did he do it?" An murmured, "Did he rise to the sea scorpion level by being shameless?"

    "Don't say that," Jesse leaned forward and sat down not far from them. "I just want to chat casually, it's too boring to travel alone."

    Ann and Nemo turned their heads slowly, eyes dead.

    "Otherwise, in order to express my apologies, I can share a little interesting knowledge with Mr. Wright." The blond young man pushed his bangs behind his ears, but there was not a drop of sweat on his face. "After all, I always acted alone before. I didn't pay attention to this. Miss Savage should understand... Well, I didn't mean to snore, understand."

    "What knowledge?" Nemo snapped his fingers and made up his mind - if the man opened his mouth again to say something nasty, he wouldn't mind using violence to intimidate him.

    "I accidentally overheard your conversation yesterday." Jesse accentuated "accidentally". "You seem to have never successfully cast spells before being corrupted by demons?"

    "Yes," Nemo answered dryly.

    "I have some experience on this subject." Jesse frowned, "Look, there must be a lot of people telling you how to recite or recite a mantra religiously—a bunch of naive fools! Magic! The essence of it is a deal, a creature with insufficient power asking for a deal from a more powerful being. Of course, this is just an atheist's boring theory." He took out a strange purple fruit from a cloth bag and threw it to Nemo.

    "How do you get a fruit now?" He threw another one to Ann, who took it with a stinky face.

    “…I already have one.”

    "Exactly."

    Jesse leaned generously to Nemo's side, so close that his lips were almost on Nemo's ears. He spoke at a volume that only Nemo could hear, his voice full of laughter.

    "Who will answer you asking for what you already have in your hand? You're just being misled, if I say - that power is yours. You should have found out , right? Your spells don't need any spells."

    Nimo froze. The light of the abyss magic slowly emerged, and the edge of the black shadow exuded a purple-black halo. They danced fiercely, and they were about to stick to Jesse's face. "You're too close, really."

    "You are indeed a powerful spellcaster, before it was corrupted." Jesse smiled, as always, and he was close enough that Nemo could tell the difference - those beautiful blue eyes There was no smile in it. "Please don't doubt that."

    (m..=)