"If you thought O'Lorre would come at the same time, you were wrong-"

"Eurore?" Oliver stopped for a few seconds while holding the spoon, "Who is Olore?"

"..." The judge knight narrowed his eyes, squeezed the edge of the soup bowl, and studied the opponent's reaction forcefully. Unfortunately, what frustrated him was that the reaction did not appear to be fake. "Are you really just here for general tasks?"

"Either way, tell me a little bit more, and I'll show you some information about our mission. The records of the Mercenary Guild can't be falsified—how about this business?"

"How about starting with your name?"

"Look, I am also a black badge. I don't want to be missed by the trial knights. Don't make trouble with us little people."

The fuller goat behind Oliver rolled out his **** very cooperative manner and began to try to chew Oliver's hair.

Judgment Knight Parrish Sherman held his forehead weakly.

Although he personally hates the black chapter, if this team does not mean to disrupt the situation, he really has no need to fight against the opponent. On the other hand, the equipment of this team is horribly shabby, not like a strong type - when was the last time I saw a regular team that used Fuller goats to transport the entire team's supplies, ten years ago?

The young man in front of him seemed to be the leader of the team. He is also very skilled in cooking food, and it can be seen that he does a lot of chores.

Snake, Parrish frowned. Obviously, he launched the attack first, and then considering the strength of this person to easily repel him before, everything makes no sense at the moment.

These two are completely different from the arrogant and domineering black chapters he had come into contact with before. The two leisurely black chapters are now carefully tending the pot of soup, as if it were the most important thing in the world - tourists who say they are going the wrong way can believe it.

What is this team doing?

"Actually, I don't know much about Aurore." Ann soaked the bread in the jerky soup and ate it. "I remember he wasn't an enemy of the Rudd. What was he here for?"

"Information for information." Parrish sat upright and drank the soup with a straight face.

"You speak first."

"Why?"

"The soup is ours." Ann said solemnly. "And the soup is our most expensive jerky."

"..." Now Parrish is sure that this Black Badge team really has no such thing as "pride" at all.

"Judgment Knight Parrish Sherman, I will record the battle between O'Lorry and the Church of the Abyss." He held the soup bowl in both hands and placed it carefully in front of his body. "It's your turn."

"We're here to go sightseeing." Oliver considered his words. Mr. Fergil's mission is completely open, and it shouldn't be a problem to reveal one point - he activated the black seal, covered the key information with spells, and briefly showed the other party the content of the next mission. "Our client wants to enter the catacombs of the Church of the Abyss... uh, take a look. He appointed one of us to accompany him."

"Are you kidding me?" Parrish took a deep breath. "If this is illusion, I have to say..."

"No, Mr. Vergil he really—"

"Who?" Parrish shouted suddenly, and the Fuller Goat took a step back in fright.

"Duran Vergil." This time it was Ann's turn to frown.

"Describe what he looks like." Parrish stared into Ann's eyes.

"Intelligence for intelligence." Ann shrugged, "You scared our sheep."

This trial knight was silent for a long time. After a while, he seemed to make up his mind: "What do you want to know?"

"You said earlier that we 'really pick the time', I hope you can explain." This time Oliver spoke before Ann, "and—if Mr. Vergil is who you think , will you be against him?" The trial knights won't lie, which is quite beneficial during negotiations.

"No." Parrish replied quickly, "If it's really that person, then it's just my personal matter and nothing to do with Laddism - I swear to Danny, unless he starts Killing human beings indiscriminately, otherwise I will never shoot."

"Okay, we'll tell you what Mr. Fergil looks like." Oliver also put down the soup bowl. "After you."

"There is a powerful superior demon sleeping in the church of the abyss, and those crazy cultists have been working to wake it up." Parish snorted, "Although O'Lori is also Superior Demon, but it's been working on rooting out those destabilizing factors that 'could cause mass destruction', so it's on our amnesty list. It's been recorded that it comes here every three hundred years to give that superior The devil reinforces the seal."

"And then there was a conflict with the Abyss Church." An Jie said.

"According to the literature, this has been the case the last few times." Parrish's tone was serious. "I need to observe and document the process and outcome of the conflict to make sure nothing unexpected happens."

It wakes up and realizes what they call... 'The sky falls, the abyss rises'." He sneered a few times. "O'Lori will come early in these few days. If you're not here to stir up the waters, or you're simply disgusting with longevity - now it seems likely that it's the latter."

"That superior demon...couldn't have just been sleeping in the crypt of the Silent Church," Ann muttered, throwing the last of the bread into the soup bowl.

"This is not clear." Parrish shook his head, "Our intelligence is not so detailed."

Despite what the other party said, an ominous premonition still crawled over Oliver's back. "Mr. Vergil, who commissioned us...a little over 1.9 meters tall, with brown skin, short brown-gray hair, and brown-yellow eyes. Carrying a lot of stuff on his back, he looks like a painter," he described skillfully, omitting the reference to "the devil." Warlock" section.

"It's him." Parrish sighed fiercely, "Damn, he has absolutely no purpose."

"How?"

Parrish didn't plan to stalk them about intelligence this time: "He has infiltrated churches of various religions a few times to steal research results on erosion spells. But he has also been working on exorcising demons. , The enthusiasm is terrifying, so people generally turn a blind eye to him. I just find him a little unpleasant, but in front of his achievements... I have no position to talk about hostility. "

"Does the Church of the Abyss also have research on erosion spells?"

"Yes." Parish affirmed Oliver's question, "Sneaking into the tomb may just be a cover. Fergil is best at mind control, whether it is a human or a demon, as long as the strength is lower than him, he will definitely escape But...what's your expression on that?"

"Oh, nothing, you continue." An dry cough.

"...I can't escape his control. But don't be nervous, your teammates are not a demon warlock." Misjudgment - you don't look like you're lying, and since you have no intention of getting in the way, I'll have to keep going that way."

"Do you mind if we go together?" Oliver stood up, while Ann raised her eyebrows.

"What?"

"Our client seems to be hiding a lot of things." Oliver said word by word, "Before the task is completed, I have to consider raising the price in person."

It's strange, Oliver answered in his heart with a stern face. Hopefully the "passionate" exorcist doesn't try to control Nemo - to be honest, he's not too worried about Nemo being really under control, and what might happen next is the point.

The identity of Nemo must not be revealed. Mr. Cross and Dylan hadn't reached the Church of Silent yet, and no one knew if they would meet Nemo in time. The one-time communication crystal in his hand is one-way again, and there will be nearly a whole day before the sunrise tomorrow - but if something goes wrong, they need to ensure that all the combat power is present.

This is the first day, and he adjusts his breathing. You still have time.

The person Oliver was worried about was looking at the special dungeon of the Abyss Church with interest.

This is more like a fancy room than a prison. If you ignore the tapestry painted on the wall with the Imprisonment Array, and the wallpaper inlaid with the erosion spell. Comfort is almost here. Nemo picked up a few biscuits from the saucer on the tea table, chewed them, and was relieved to find that they tasted better than dry food.

The long-lost sweetness calmed his mood a little.

The Church of the Abyss is very cautious, and there is no surveillance circle connected to the outside world, preventing any possibility of two-way influence. It's a pity that this is only a room for "high-level demons with only one piece of flesh". No matter what his race is, it will definitely not be able to stop a complete superior demon - rather than letting the Church of the Abyss watch with fear, it is better to make them think that they have been locked up.

"Baggarmoru." Nemo whispered and took another biscuit. "Attack the wall... don't shiver, 'please' attack the wall."

The grey parrot still shivered and spewed out a pitch-black ball of light, which smashed towards the wall, and dissipated a second before hitting the wall.

"Uh, seriously, don't shiver. Do you want some biscuits?" Nemo felt helpless, he even missed the arrogant "Lord Bagelmore" for a few seconds.

"Master Bagelmore" didn't touch the biscuit in Nemo's hand, it trembled and pecked the small biscuit on the plate, almost pecked the biscuit away.

"Weakened, imprisoned and eroded." Nemo recognized the circle's reaction. The construction of the magic circle is very delicate, and this room is by no means ready in just a few days - in other words, it is not prepared for him. A church that believed in the Demon King actually carefully set up a special cell for the superior demons. Looking at the reaction of the abyss bishop, they also have a lot of research on how to deal with the higher-level demons.

If he guessed correctly, in the expectations of the Abyss Church, the last "guest" here should be O'Lori.

But he still wasn't sure if he would be a sacrifice, Nemo rubbed his chin with his fingers. The higher-level demons who are imprisoned for no reason will indeed feel angry, but there are many higher-level demons behind the Abyss Church who secretly support them, and ordinary higher-level demons will not offend their compatriots on the surface because they lose face.

He had to make sure Hagen Ingram wasn't lying - after all, it's about the next plan.

Nemo opened his lips slightly and took a deep breath.

Jesse Dillon once said to him that he was "only bound by cognition", and he now knows very well that there is nothing wrong with that statement. The cognition of ordinary mages will be bound by power, and the limited power makes them unable to do things beyond their ability. He was the exact opposite—his power grew by knowing what he knew from his heart.

He thinks he is an ordinary person, then he is an ordinary person. If you firmly believe that you are a demon warlock, you can indeed exert the power to match it, and now...

Imagine. No spells, no runes - imagine and make it real.

Nimo closed his eyes, he frantically extracted his own power, and the traceless peeping net suddenly spread out. He wants to see every detail of this church, and then—

He gasped, and the biscuit in his hand fell to the ground.

Compared with the location of human sacrifices, compared with the military branch of the Silent Church, compared with the mysterious underground tomb, he discovered something more striking. Since he stepped into the Church of Silent, all the details of the conflict have been answered.

The asymmetrical distorted shape, the thick incense and the vaguely rancid smell, and the slightly higher temperature in the room.

It is alive.

He saw something in the stone bricks, this huge and magnificent building was built on the bones of a giant beast. Those solid bones have become the most reliable pillars of the church, but this is only a part, and Nemo can see more at this time.

The sight in front of you is not unfamiliar. The situation of this superior demon was exactly the same as the Pandoratel bound by the mercenary guild during the Black Chapter test. The same part. The body is exposed to the surface, while the other part is bound by the law in the abyss, stuck in the cracks of the law. But unlike Pandora, the demon's above-ground parts are almost nothing but skeletons. It was dying, rotting alive every minute and every second.

…but it's still alive.

(m..=)