Stray

    "...Do you hate me so much?" Jesse Dylan's smile was a little reluctant for the first time.

    He was next to the left of a large string of smoked fish, and to his left were rounds of moldy cheese. Several bunches of dried garlic in rings were hanging on his shoulders, and an indescribable strong smell was wafting in the narrow carriage. This isn't a wagon for people to ride on, and the wheels don't do anything extra to prevent bumps. Only the two older warriors looked calm, Oliver stared blankly, and Nemo looked confused by the smell and the jolt—and the grey parrot was no better, half-dead from Nemo's chest robes , pretending to be a bat.

    The Fuller goat was crowded in the middle of the carriage, filling the whole space to the fullest, and now it was gnawing on the straw rope tied with the spice paper package. Everyone was busy stabilizing their emotions, and no one answered the questions of the blond youth.

    Not wanting to owe a new member more favors, they did not pay for a ride in Fritz's carriage. The grocers in the town didn't mind their black stamp status, and accepted the commission readily, thinking that they had pulled five more bags of potatoes.

    There are also shortcomings. At this moment, the treatment of the entire team is similar to five bags of potatoes. They struggled to survive in the crowded ingredients, and their sense of smell was completely numbed by the strong mixed odor.

    "Are you sure you want to do this?" There are only two people who still have the courage to open their mouths - the female warrior stuffed a few onions that fell on her knees back into place, turned to look at Ai Drian Cross.

    The knight commander is scrutinizing the rough bone sword: "Yes, it is good for them."

    "But we're not ready." Ann cocked her legs in case more onions hit her knees. The goat took up too much space, and her movements were a little difficult. "Materials may..."

    "Don't worry about food, I am familiar with the desert and can always find it. Mr. Ramon is used to attacking with ice, and we are not short of water. The current supplies are enough—"

    "But you don't even have a pillow." Jesse interjected bitterly, "Forget the feathers, not even the straw."

    "I can help you get a soft enough cactus." Ann's eyes lit up, and "then get out of the car" was written all over her face.

    Just as Jesse was about to answer, another bunch of dried garlic fell on his head from the top of the carriage - he rolled his eyes and closed his mouth angrily.

    "Mr. Ramon has been fighting in a more normal climate." Adrian ignored the unpleasant spark between the two. "The desert is more suitable for his training... The same is true for Mr. Wright. I have only seen him use the dark-based abyss spell. The light of the desert also has a certain inhibitory effect on him."

    Oliver nodded reluctantly in the jolt, then subconsciously looked at Nemo—perhaps without a strong light, Mr. Wright looked like he was dying now.

    "And this is indeed a good sword." The big goat squeezed in front of him, and Adrian could only rub the sword with his hand. "Blue bird bone is quite a famous magic material, and the hardness is also very suitable. If it is sent voluntarily, there will not be too many impurities in the bones... It is very suitable for you, Mr. Ramon."

    He gripped the hilt of the sword: "It's just a little rough, I'll take care of it for you."

    Oliver tried to open his mouth to say thank you, but only made a dangerous, nauseating "uh" sound - he closed his mouth quickly and tried his best to express his gratitude with his eyes.

    They were heading in the direction of Caleb Village. To be honest, this is not a good choice - the border between Alban and Willard is a natural formation, with a small desert between the two countries. If they followed the normal route, they should honestly bypass it and follow the town on the edge of the desert or teleport.

    "If we go at full speed, it won't take long to traverse it." The knight commander's tone was calm and relaxed.

    And when they did get out of the car, Nemo had a huge doubt about this - the desert in front of him stretched to the far horizon, the sand was a little hot red, look at Go up to the limitless. The sky was amazingly blue, and there was not a single cloud in sight. There were boulders reclining in the hot sand, tumbleweeds rolled down the dunes, and the air was twisted with unmistakable heat.

    If it was just a painting, the scenery would be beautiful, but Nemo didn't want to put his feet on it at all.

    But their only hope—the stinking carriage, has now trembled away. Behind it is a wasteland with sparse grass, and there is only an endless desert in front. The female warriors and knight commanders have already begun to prepare for sunburn prevention, and even Jesse Dillon has taken off his coat and put it over his head.

    "Mr. Ramon." Adrian determined the surrounding environment, and then pointed to the hill-like boulder not far away. "You try that sword first, this sword should be able to use your full strength...I need to know your true strength. Remember, don't use spells. I have to consider the training intensity according to the degree of cleavage."

    Oliver squinted in the dazzling sunlight, and now beads of sweat were starting to fall from his forehead. He clenched the hilt of the Sword of Rest, took two breaths, and then coughed repeatedly from the scalding air.

    Nimo pondered for a moment, then summoned a dark shadow to cover the place above himself and Oliver's head. At first glance, it looked like two black umbrellas without handles—in the shadows, Oliver was finally able to open his eyes.

    "Thank you." Oliver wiped the sweat from his forehead and weighed the sword in his hand. He took a long breath, his movements with some jerky uncertainty.

    "Can't use spells?" He raised his hand and couldn't help turning his head to confirm again.

    "No." The knight commander showed no mercy and pulled the hood he just put on. "Pure power - you should have been taught how to control."

    Oliver took a deep breath again, and then swung his sword down.

    In fact, Nemo didn't see what the move was like - even if the swing was powerful, he thought it would at most split a crack in the ground. Too bad he totally missed it. The sand brought by the sword wind slapped his face like an angry wave, and Nemo just ate a mouthful and didn't dare to open his eyes.

    He was better, the female warrior and the knight commander took a few steps back. Jesse presciently blocked himself with goats and luggage, and Grey Parrot had no idea where he was being swept up.

      A huge gap like a rift appeared out of thin air and disappeared into the sky at the end. Nemo hurriedly looked at the sword in Oliver's hand - the bone sword was safe and sound, and the blade of the sword even flashed a little beautiful blue light.

    Oliver swallowed at the freshly baked rift. "I'm sorry." He said subconsciously.

    Ann looked up at the sky, expressionless. Adrian rubbed his temples with both hands, with a rare blankness on his face. The grey parrot flew over from behind them cursing and swallowed all the dirty words the moment he saw the sword mark.

    "Oops." Jesse sighed with emotion, "With all due respect, Mr. Ramon's reward of 300,000 is too small for this attack just now."

    "Mr. Cross?"

    "It seems that I can't guide you through battle—at least not with this sword." Adrian said quietly. "Now I can adjust the basic exercises for you, but your combat training must not be left behind. Mr. Ramon, you'd better not use this sword casually until you have mastered the power."

    "Yeah. If you come here in Vincent Town, you are the reason for the genocide." An added dryly.

    "But if you can't guide me, who am I going to fight—"

    Adrian raised his chin slightly in Nemo's direction.

    Nemo looked behind him subconsciously, only to find a thriving cactus. So he turned his face away in disbelief: "Mr. Cross, I don't like this joke—"

    "I heard Ms. Savage describe your battles... If there is anyone here who is closest to Mr. Ramon's strength, the answer is only you. Depending on your battles, I may also be able to find some Your clue." Adrian's voice was serious.

    "And you just ignored me." Jessie stood up from behind the goat and patted the sand on her shirt.

    "Come on, then."

    Oliver's face brightened instantly, even a little eager to try.

    "...No! I don't want to exercise vigorously in the sun." Jesse refused decisively.

    It can be seen that the knight commander is trying very hard to hold back a roll of eyes.

    "But I haven't fought much." Nemo glanced at the sword, a little frightened.

    "This is the most effective." Adrian quickly calmed down his mood swings, "I can see that you like each other very much, and I think Mr. Ramon even expressed this very clearly. Subduing each other while seriously injuring each other is the best way to increase your control—if your goal isn't to slaughter the enemy."

    He paused for a few seconds.

    "Is that your purpose?"

    "Of course not!" The two shouted almost at the same time, tacitly ignoring the first half of Adrian Cross's words.

    "Then let's begin." The knight commander nodded in satisfaction. "We can rest before heading into the desert."

    "...Did I miss something important?" Ann pricked up her ears and raised her tone instantly. "Oliver confessed? Did he confess? When-?"

    Oliver stared thoughtfully at the tip of the sword, as if suddenly interested in it.

    "This is not a break..." Nemo made a weak protest.

    "Tell me about it later." Ann patted the knight commander on the shoulder, "What are you two doing, fighting?"

    "But win or lose—" Nemo tensed in place, as if he was about to run away.

    "I estimate, it's almost enough." The knight commander pinched his eyebrows.

    "Let's stay away from here." Nemo pointed to a relatively flat wasteland with a heroic expression. "Oli, why don't you... you shoot first?"

    "No, it's up to you."

    "Look, you use a sword—"

    "Oh, the loser will chat with Dylan in the next time." An Zheng dragged the knight commander away, and suddenly turned around and added. "Come on, boys."

    "Hey!" Jesse pulled the Fuller goat, her voice full of grievances.

    In the next moment, the cold air collided with the shadow, creating a huge blast of wind. The sparse turf around was lifted in an instant, and cobweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, which collapsed directly for more than half a meter. Ann responded quickly this time, and she directly activated a protective cover sheet.

    "...I knew you didn't like me that much!" The dark shadow entangled the blade firmly, and Nemo's voice was very deep.

    "This is a matter of principle." Oliver's voice was equally painful, "You moved first, Nemo. Take ten thousand steps back...Aren't we best friends?" The sword of rest slashed horizontally, black The shadow was torn apart by the pale blade. "How could you treat your friend like this?"

    "...This is a matter of principle." Nemo coughed a few times, and then still couldn't help laughing.

    The two took a few steps back and laughed. And the offensive on their hands didn't stop at all—for some reason, Nemo suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little familiar. Although he has not experienced any serious battles, his body instinctively responds in the most appropriate way, as he has long been accustomed to.

    Ice spikes arched from the ground, followed by the sword wind hidden behind it. Nemo kicked the shadow, jumped into the air, and stepped on the broken ice to avoid the scattered sword qi. There were a few shallow bloodstains on his cheeks, which healed in an instant. At the same time, the shadows protruded from Oliver's shadow, and countless claws gripped Oliver's legs tightly - the latter poked his sword into the ground at will, and directly bombarded a pothole.

    Nemo flutters.

    "You don't want to chat with Dylan that much?" Nemo backhanded, and countless curly black vines wrapped around Oliver. "Oli, you must have had a worse guest than that—"

    "You don't too, have you taken care of a lot of children? Can he be more annoying than a three-year-old kid—" This time it wasn't an ice thorn, it was a flat semi-circular ice shield . The shadow vines bombarded the smooth ice surface directly, sliding in all directions.

    Nemo sighed and stepped on the ground again - only to slip and lose his balance. At some point Oliver had put ice on the ground behind him, and they had melted just fine.

    Oliver didn't give up this opportunity, he dived and directly hooked the body that fell from the opposite direction. He put his left hand on Nemo's waist, and his right hand touched Nemo's neck casually with the blade of his sword. "I won, sorry."

    "...I hate you," Nemo said weakly, pushing the blade away with his finger.

    "I wish you peace." Oliver said sincerely.

    "I don't understand, why some people want to pull others' backs when they are in love." Jessie rested her chin with one hand and scratched the grey parrot's neck with the other. "Well, I just wanted to talk to them - that's not a fight, it's about flirting."

    He built a pergola with his hands a little sadly and looked at the sun.

    "...Forget it, we will eventually become friends anyway." The blond young man muttered, pulling the corners of his mouth.

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