Stray

    This time the liquid is not as lethal as the last bottle. Despite the pungent smell, it surprisingly didn't leave a strong aftertaste after the pungent smell was gone. Nemo didn't know if he should faint, he held his breath and waited for a moment, his mind still as clear as immersed in ice water.

    Nemo did hear of the Eastern Witch.

    At the time he read all the novels in the library, and it happened to be a race with a high appearance rate in all kinds of curious love stories. They are closer to the venomous flowers extending from the same parent than to humanoids—to be precise, human-like plants.

      Extract from the body. Witches often rely on males of other races to obtain offspring, and then personally train the children into new witches.

    They never fail, after all, young minds are always easy to control, and it is particularly easy to destroy and twist.

    Therefore, the eastern witches never show any feelings close to "maternal love", they just instinctively create more offspring, resist the extraction of the previous generation, do their best to live longer, become stronger. And when the power of the children begins to manifest, it must be accompanied by breathtaking beauty. They grow up and begin to repeat this cruel cycle in order to survive.

    A beautiful and dangerous parasitic plant rooted in its own blood.

    Nemo has never seen a real Eastern Witch, and the old man in front of him is far from the characteristics of the Eastern Witch except for the rumored "good at potion". He couldn't help but open the heavy book again and glanced at the photo.

    Generally speaking, in order to obtain more offspring, the eastern witches have a longer youth than humans. The witch Nadine claims to be only thirty-three years old, but she is close to withering.

    "Aren't you tired?" The witch sat on the chair closest to the fleece blanket, breathing hard for a few seconds. Her orange cat didn't know where it went, and the room was instantly deserted.

    The potion I drank this time was closer to a brain-refreshing medicine than the one with a sleeping effect. Nemo could even feel a tinge of numbness creeping into his brain, but he wasn't really feeling sleepy—so he shook his head honestly.

    "You are stronger than I thought." Nadine smiled, and the wrinkles on her face gathered together. "Very good, if you can maintain this state, maybe you can return to your team sooner."

    Nimo looked at the old face, he was very curious, but didn't want to rashly ask - after all, the witch didn't want to continue talking, she moved to the rocking chair on the other side of the living room, Take a nap in the sun. The rattan rocking chair swayed gently, holding up the skinny body, and it was hard to see the ups and downs of her breathing on her shriveled chest.

    Nimo just wanted to turn his attention back to the book when a mutation suddenly occurred.

    A huge phantom slowly twisted in the warm and bright sunlight. Nemo narrowed his eyes hard, and the outline of the thing became more pronounced—it wasn't really there, like tangled soft roots, like malformed, swollen blood vessels. The ends of the phantom roots plunged into the old man's thin body, squirming around like sucking. And the witch Nadine's body became more and more withered, as if the thing directly sucked part of her internal organs. The vigor that had just been added was gone again, and she was even a little older than before.

    The phantom dissipated, and the air in the room seemed to be a little colder. The old man opened his mouth slightly and let out a sigh that was almost inaudible.

    It’s a pity that the witch’s house full of flowers is located on the edge of the village, and the liveliness of the other side of the village can’t spread here—

    People gather in one direction of the village, like ants who find sugar cubes. There was no one left in the tavern, and the group could only stuff the meal and tip under the plate, exposing a corner, and pray that no one would turn back and rummage.

    The side of the village was a lot empty in an instant, and the four people present kept a tacit silence, no one suggested to join in the fun. Fortunately, not everyone flocked to watch the Horizon Mercenary Group. The dim sum shop next to the pub is still operating normally, and the fat middle-aged shop owner is taking a nap.

    "I'm going to buy some food." Oliver shook the pitifully deflated purse, and Ann slanted his eyes at him.

    "Aren't you full five minutes ago?" The female warrior raised her eyebrows, "It's still early for supplies."

    "...I'm going to buy some food for Nemo." Oliver looked away and finished what he just said. "We're here to ask for treatment, and we can't justify thinking people should provide lunch."

    "Ouch." Jesse sighed, "Have you heard of the high-level demon who starved to death?"

    "No," Oliver walked towards the dim sum shop without looking back, "but I've heard of people trying to register."

    The blond young man closed his mouth instantly.

    "Then let's go to the hotel to book a room—" An waved his hand and tugged at the knight commander with a complicated expression. "Anyway, this small place can kill two hotels, and you will come to us when the time comes."

    Their leader waved his hand to signal that he heard it.

    The dessert shop is filled with the characteristic aroma of butter and baked pasta, which makes people feel relieved. Oliver wasn't sure what the other party liked to eat, so he had to pick a few more and stuffed the paper bag that wasn't too small. After thinking about the witch Nadine's toothless mouth, he asked for two more puddings - after paying the bill with the yawning boss, he carefully lifted them in the other hand.

    Things started to go wrong.

    Most of the villagers just wanted to have fun. After seeing the freshness, they started to walk back. The number of pedestrians on the street was slowly increasing. Oliver cautiously avoided the excited passers-by, holding the snack bag on his chest with his right hand, and holding the pudding bottle tied with the hemp rope in his left hand, trying hard not to hit the scabbard.

    He followed his memory towards the witch's abode - but unlike when he first arrived, people seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally, and a few even began to point their fingers.

    Oliver quickly confirmed what he was holding. The snack bag was undamaged and the pudding bottle remained intact. The paper bag that was held around his chest even covered the black seal, and he only showed an extremely ordinary dress. The Sword of Rest just stayed in the scabbard, and it didn't randomly emit any light that shouldn't appear.

    So he looked back suspiciously, and the noise of the villagers' whispering became even louder.

    Oliver stopped and double-checked his attire and behavior for any serious problems. He even turned his head to see if there was any suspicious note stuck behind him, or a piece of fabric stretched awkwardly—but he found nothing.

    He had to bow his head, quicken his pace, and trot almost all the way back to the witch's house.

    Hearing someone knock on the door, Nemo put down the book in his hand and subconsciously looked at Nadine on the rocking chair - the witch was not asleep, but looked weaker than before. Seeing her struggling to **** for the cane, Nemo quickly stood up.

    "Don't worry, I'll come." He strode towards the door.

    Fortunately, there were no unfamiliar patients outside the door. The moment they saw Oliver, they both showed a bit of relief at the same time.

    "Are you... feeling better?" Oliver asked nervously.

    "Okay." Nemo stepped sideways out of the passage, then closed the door. "Ms Nadine said I was recovering pretty fast, maybe I could return sooner."

    "That's good." Oliver carefully placed the snack bag and pudding on the tea table.

    "It seems a little noisy outside." Nemo looked out the window, "What's going on?"

    "The Horizon mercenary group just arrived here, it should be the people watching the fun coming back."

    "The No. 1 mercenary group that Antiy used to be?" Now Nemo doesn't need to try to recall anything, he takes over the conversation smoothly. "Aren't they doing an exploration mission to the elf tomb?"

    "Maybe that mission has been completed." Oliver lifted the rope from the neck of the pudding, "I bought some bagels... Would you like a pudding first? You haven't been very good the past few days. ate something-"

    The other party's attitude was so natural that for a few seconds, Nemo almost forgot his freshly baked identity - he didn't realize what happened until he took the bottle. And by that time Oliver had walked up to the witch, bent down and put the other pudding in her hand. The witch smiled softly at him.

    "Thank you... uh, what is Horizon doing here?" Nemo, who was half a beat slower, squeezed the topic with difficulty.

    "It is said to be—" Oliver was about to open the paper bag when the knock on the door sounded again.

    "Are they safe?"

    "It shouldn't be," Oliver put down his snack bag, "they went to the hotel first, maybe Ms. Nadine's guests - don't move, I'll go."

    Nimo nodded silently, sat down on the tufted blanket, and poked the soft dessert in the bottle with a spoon. However, within five seconds of the door opening, a heavier closing sound reached his ears. Nemo raised his head with a spoon in his mouth, Oliver walked back blankly, and there was no so-called new guest beside him.

    "Who is it?" He took the spoon out of his mouth and asked curiously.

    "...It's a hallucination." Oliver answered with great certainty.

    Nemo digs the pudding slowly: "But your hallucination is knocking again." And this time the frequency of knocking is not as polite as before.

    "Oh," Oliver said, taking a bagel from the bag and stuffing it stiffly into his mouth. "Maybe I accidentally ate something that wasn't quite right. I'm sorry, this time you go."

    Nimo raised his eyebrows. He put the half-eaten pudding on the table, rushed to the door, and opened it again.

    Another blonde "Oliver Ramon" was standing at the door, also expressionless, exuding an icy aura. Nemo rubbed his eyes and almost closed the door too. Fortunately, the superior demon's observation stopped him, and he reacted before pulling the door handle.

    That's not Oliver.

    At first glance it doesn't look so much. Oliver Ramon has always been gentle, but the visitor in front of him is much sharper—his blond hair is slightly shorter than Oliver's, and he looks very lean. The confidence and vigor between the eyebrows are also much more obvious.

    The dress is even more different, the comer is a standard senior swordsman dress. Exquisite but not fancy armor, without any extra decoration, every seemingly decorative pattern is made of charms, and the hidden power is like the lava surging under the surface. The saber exuded more power and a strange familiarity. Nemo couldn't help but take a second glance.

    Even if they sell their entire team's belongings, they probably won't be worth a pair of shoes. After looking up and down, Nemo thought bitterly. He finally found the white tin badge on the other's chest - it was really inconspicuous against the background of the visitor's clothes.

    He subconsciously wanted to cover the black seal on his chest, and then read the words "too late" from the other party's expression.

    "You... hello." This time Nemo wasn't sure whether to get out of the way, "May I ask who you are?"

    "Godwin Lopez." The visitor replied in a deep voice, "I need to see Ms. Nadine... Could you let me go?"

    (m..=)