Just a question, Nemo thought. It's not difficult.

He has avoided many things in his previous life. After embarking on this journey, he became accustomed to forcing himself to act first before retreating. What was the once simple and casual life like? Of course Nemo still remembers it, but it was only less than half a year ago, and the memories of Lubiao Town have taught him what it means to be like a lifetime.

Recalling the life of counting copper coins and living a tight life, guarding the bakery bargaining life before dark, he suddenly felt a little sad.

"You're asking the right person." Jesse didn't hesitate at all, he rubbed in Nemo's direction decisively, and sat next to him. "Although in front of my Ed...well, that's not nice, but I'm not denying the men of the past. My dear Nemo, maybe you forgot, but we did have a sweet-wait Wait, don't do this."

Nimo looked away from the statue of Ulysses, raised his hand solemnly, and swiped at the neck. A raw but obvious threat.

"Well, I do know who you are." Jesse sighed reluctantly. "If you can ask this sentence, I believe you have a little understanding of the situation."

Nimo did not remove the mask from his face, he nodded very lightly.

"Did you know?" The smile on the blond youth's face faded a little. He raised his head and stared at the dome of the Silent Church, which was covered in gloomy paintings. "People often say 'it's good to have hope,' no matter how stupid and unrealistic that hope is. You've always liked the idea, and I hope you keep it that way."

"You don't want to talk," Nemo concluded in a low voice, clenching the corners of his robes. The man sitting next to him knew the answer, which made him very restless.

"Because it'll be a lot less fun." Jesse shrugged in a relaxed tone. "And you're not going to torture me about that. Don't be disappointed, I can answer another question for you."

Nimo turned his head, silver-grey eyes stared at the lips of the blond youth through the gap in the mask.

"Why would I insist on joining? Why should I approach such a danger... um." Jesse's smile was mixed with a bit of malice. "What I said was no joke, we did have a 'sweet' past - a wonderful deal, and it's still in effect."

“…but you can rest assured,” Jesse brushed the blond hair from her ear, “I didn’t come for you.”

Nemo took a deep breath and tried to probe Jesse Dylan's strength again. But even when he had realized that "he is an ominous monster", he still did not get any results. The other party was sitting next to him, his heartbeat was strong and strong, and he had a normal human body temperature, and that was all.

He had a vague idea, a very crazy, but really tenable idea. Nemo hesitated for a few seconds, concentrated all his strength, and carved a small circle on the cookie jar. Immediately, he opened his mouth, intending to ask the next sentence - the door of the nave suddenly opened, and the silent knights in neat ranks slipped silently into the church.

At the same time, a relatively powerful demonic warlock aura was approaching. If his judgment was correct, Hagen Ingram was heading towards the nave, and it would not be a good idea to confront her with this makeshift disguise.

"I'll retreat first." Nemo stood up, not looking at Jesse again.

"Contact?" Jesse raised an eyebrow.

Nimo solemnly shoved the cookie jar into the blond youth's arms and patted it. "Hide its breath." He urged seriously.

Jessie looked speechless for a moment. He opened the mouth of the cookie jar, glanced inside, and burst out laughing.

"I see," he said. "Where is the sacrifice?"

"Engraved on the lid of the cookie jar."

"...You walk slowly." Jesse also stood up, "My sweetheart and I will go and see those poor sacrifices."

Nemo chose another long way, quickly left the nave, and walked quickly towards his and Vergil's room. His brain was buzzing, and God knew how much he wanted to spare a few days to find a corner to huddle in and sort out the information that made his stomach tumult. But he didn't have much time, and the passing time dragged him like a wheel - before Nemo could digest Jesse Dylan's astonishing speech and abnormal performance, he had to confront the thoughtful exorcist again.

As if countless small needles were poking his nerves, Nemo hugged the staff tightly wrapped in his robe. He found a dark indoor column, sat down against the column, and tried to control his breathing rate as much as possible.

His temptation went unnoticed, and the feedback came earlier than he thought.

He did his best to put a very hidden seal on the cookie jar. It is extremely sensitive to magic power. If he finds that the opponent failed to open it successfully the first time, he can withdraw it directly from a distance. An innocuous little test. And Jesse Dylan opened it easily, the seal shattered without leaving a trace, and failed to bring even a momentary stagnation to the movements of the blond youth.

Nemo pressed his hand on his left chest and he could feel his heart pounding violently under his ribs. The rays of the setting sun leaked in through the narrow windows, leaving a blood-red light trail on the stone bricks.

This proves his conjecture - Jesse Dillon is as strong as "he is now".

Nimo looked at his hands. The discovery didn't make the situation much easier, but if his guesses were anything but right...

Then everything may be more complicated than he thought.

Nimo buried his face in his hands, and there were a few wry smiles between his fingers. He had never imagined that there would be such a day when he would have such ridiculous and dangerous expectations—whether it was him, or Dylan, it was better to be an unknown superior demon from the abyss.

That would be great.

Nimo stared at the sunbeam for a while, until it faded away. Seeing that the wheel of time was about to roll on his neck, Nemo finally decided to put everything behind him and finish the task at hand - first of all, he had to make up a credible lie about this whole afternoon...

The clicking sound of the armor rubbing sounded not far away, and Nemo snapped back to his senses. He forgot to look around when he was distracted, and the silent knight was too close. In desperation, he could only try his best to eliminate his breath and hide himself behind the pillar.

Not true. Nemo came to his senses suddenly. Why does the Silent Knight make such a loud noise?

Nimo looked suspiciously at the darkened hallway, where the silent knight was walking… not very neatly. The effect was a bit comical, either the knight himself was suffering from severe arthritis, or the horribly twisted armor was rusted. The other party moved forward slowly, for a moment in the style of a completely silent knight, without a sound. After a while, he relaxed and moved around very casually, making the armor clatter.

As if aware of the sight, the knight suddenly stopped moving. The helmet turned directly this way. Oops. Nemo decided to give up the hiding of breath, and the big deal was to knock the other party unconscious and seal it in the utility room. He licked his lips nervously, and the magic circle was ready to go in his right hand.

A silent knight in black stretched out his hands, instead of drawing his sword, he took off his helmet—

"Come out, Nemo." Oliver's voice was smiling, "I see you."

Nimo was not well controlled, and the magic circle almost exploded in his hand. He may have gone mad, Nemo thought seriously, not to mention Jesse, even Oliver could see through the hidden words of his breath...

“…Your ponytail is showing.” Oliver added thoughtfully.

Nemo burst into laughter. He shook his head, strode out from behind the pillar, and rushed towards Oliver, wanting to give him a firm hug. And the long spikes on the silent knight's armor dissuaded him - Nemo stopped in front of Oliver, spread his arms a little embarrassedly, and began to think how to put them down without a trace.

Oliver held the helmet in one hand, and his green eyes were full of a warm smile. The dark and terrifying knight attire and his gentle face had a strange sense of disobedience. He quickly realized the reason for Nemo's stiffness, and raised his eyebrows at the thorns on the armor. Immediately, he stretched out his spare hand and gently lifted the strange mask on the other's face.

Oliver took a breath, leaned forward slightly, and kissed Nemo tentatively on the lips.

"I'm here for you," he said.

"Yeah, long time no see." Nemo smiled back at the other party, those heavy thoughts no longer seemed to sting as before. Oliver Ramon is always there when he needs it most, and can easily bring him back to the state of mind when he returned to Beauville. "Why are you here... No, how did you sneak in?" Those two rows of corpses have already missed three whole groups of them. Are they really useful?

"Oh, this...this is a long story." Oliver scratched his head, "I have more important things to tell you."

In fact, it is closer to "bewildered" than "long story". Oliver thought a little helplessly.

Half an hour ago.

"I can only bring you here." Judgement Knight Parish said solemnly. He held a delicate silver candlestick carefully in one hand, and clenched the reins of the white horse in the other. There were no burning candles on the candlestick, just five dazzling white **** of light. "We've settled, ma'am. For Danny's sake, forget about that bowl of soup."

Three people, a horse and a goat. The five living creatures were huddled together and covered by a rippling transparent cover.

"They installed that kind of thing." The stone steps in the distance Anchong pouted, even if the distance was not too close, it was enough to see the corpses hanging on both sides of the stone steps. "This time it's troublesome."

"...Wait, are you trying to sneak in?" Parrish raised his voice, "I can clearly say that unless you are demon believers or demon warlocks, These things—" He glanced at Fuller Goat, "Impossible."

"And there's no demonic aura in you." He added, "Don't think about it."

"What about that one?" Oliver pointed to the silent knight patrolling not far away.

“…no one tried that, but…”

Before Parrish finished speaking, Oliver shot. A soft light cord shot out, directly caught a single patrol knight, and dragged the other party directly into their protective cover. The silent knight who was dragged in fainted completely. Although the light cable did not damage the armor on his body, the flesh in the armor made a slight hissing sound.

Parrish sucked in a breath—he was not wronged.

Oliver clumsily peeled off the armor of the other party, and then carefully put it on himself.

"I didn't pour cold water on you." Ann frowned, "There is no demonic breath on this armor, Oliver, it may not work for you."

"If you can't, run." Oliver said, "Didn't we see another team on the way we came? We walked faster than them, I'll try to catch up later. At least I escaped. confidence."

"Then I'll stay for support." Ann said, glancing at Parish unabashedly. "But to be honest, I really don't think it's feasible. Can you memorize the protective spell? Remember to make a few more laps when you escape later."

But her warning was not used.

Oliver followed the silent knight's line and carefully stepped up the stone steps.

"The smell of the abyss." The corpses shook gently, "Qualified, qualified."

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