This city is not too big, but since the mercenary guild chose to establish a branch here, it is indeed not a small place. The town was very lively in the afternoon, the sound of hooves rolling over the uneven stone bricks. Vendors pulling carts on two wooden wheels sell cold jam tarts and rye bread, served for two with a cup of sweet herbal soup. People hurriedly passed by the door of the mercenary guild branch, and would not cast too many eyes in this direction.

The building entrance cuts a shadow in the scorching sun. The sparse adventurers were huddling themselves in the shadows, taking off their hats cursingly, revealing tanned, sweaty skin.

There is only one person who does not fit in with the hot and dry atmosphere.

The dark-haired young adventurer was dressed simply, and the cloth was stained with dried blood and dirt. The soil loses water and turns into powder, which becomes slightly whitish, which is especially dazzling on dark fabrics. He was pulling a fuller goat with his luggage, and he was standing in the corner, away from the others who were sheltering from the sun.

This is not unusual, 80% of them are some unlucky person who just completed a difficult task. But the appearance of the black-haired young man was too good, and the female mercenaries who were wiping the sweat on their sleeves couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. Out of some strange intuition, no one came up to talk.

Because the hot breath stopped in front of the man, what stood there seemed to be just a light illusion, without the noisy and fresh breath unique to life-he didn't even sweat a drop.

The ladies sighed, peeked regretfully for a few more seconds, and then turned their eyes away.

Nemo could feel the curious gaze, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to those innocent observations. Most of his attention was on the grey parrot on the ground—Baggarmoru was still lying on the ground, his bird's eyes wide open, rolling his eyes blankly at him.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Nemo exhaled, lifted the still motionless grey parrot from the ground, and patiently repeated: "I can give your strength back to You, you don't want it?"

"Of course I do." The grey parrot whispered, "but why?"

It ran away not long ago, which is not a commendable thing by any means. Baglmore knew very well that there was only one reason why it was still here—Wright definitely had some way of tracking it down, and running away again would be a stupid idea. Since there is no escape, self-defeating is also a way to go.

Sooner or later this piece of flesh on the surface will be finished. Bagelmore was terribly distressed, but it was convinced it was only a matter of time. Most of the power has been taken away by Wright long ago, and now it seems that the hope of regaining it is extremely slim.

The loss of this part of the power is a foregone conclusion.

Even if it is the only superior demon in the Ke Ruiwen flat snake group, the abyss is very large, and it is not difficult to hide. When this piece of meat on the surface is destroyed, it must be hidden for a hundred or two hundred years before trying to go to the surface world. Wright never chased into the abyss.

Fear and trembling had become his habit, and Bagelmore even began to feel numb. As it waited patiently for Wright to strike at him, the fat pie smashed it whole to the ground.

Okay, this dream is quite realistic, Bagelmore thought solemnly.

"Because I don't know what's going to happen next, and you're too weak right now," Nemo said softly.

"Oh." The gray parrot's voice was louder, and the denial of reality made it full of inexplicable courage. "I tried to kill you at first."

"But you helped with that Witherspoon...we're even."

The gray parrot stared suspiciously at those silver-gray eyes: "Then why are you chasing me to the Abyss Church?"

"We took over Mr. Vergil's assignment, I just wanted to have a word with you."

"...Well, I'll trust you for now. But why are you increasing my power? You want me to protect the humans in the team? I tell you, this is absolutely impossible—"

"Protect yourself." Nemo said calmly, "...and just in case, one more battle is one."

"It's strange, you're not afraid that I will change my shell after I regain my strength?" The grey parrot rolled his eyes, "The human body is much more convenient than a parrot—"

"...if you do that, you know what's going to happen." Nemo raised an eyebrow.

The grey parrot clicks its beak shut.

"Okay." After a few seconds of silence, it muttered a little mournfully. "Parrots are parrots, give me your strength!"

Nemo moved his fingers quietly, and reconfirmed that the sound insulation magic around him was stable enough: "I only know some theories about this... As long as it is in the mood of 'voluntary abandonment'?"

"Almost, isn't this something similar to instinct? You really... hey, why are you so stingy!" Seeing Nemo bit his finger, he suddenly forgot his fear, The voice was an octave higher. "You're going to give me some blood? I lost-"

"It's very little blood." The wound on Nemo's fingertip healed instantly, leaving only a drop of blood on the outside. "Don't take it all, just dip it."

"Even if you are a complete superior demon, this is an insult!" The gray parrot stopped on Nemo's forearm dissatisfied, and the yellow bird's eyes stared straight at the drop of blood.

"I confirmed in Abyss Church that I am not a complete superior demon..." Nemo said carefully.

"Really, really? Ouch I said, how can humanoid demons exist—"

"...the Demon Lord." Nemo's voice was even lower.

The Fuller goat was ruminating ignorantly a few steps away, the mercenaries not far away were still joking, and the hawker's wooden cart had just turned in a different direction. The outstretched tongue of the grey parrot was about to touch the drop of blood, and then fell sharply, whizzing to the ground like a plasterer's tape.

The abnormal purple-black tongue was about to fall by a meter, Nemo took a few steps to pick up the tongue, rubbed the blood bead on the tip of the tongue very carefully, and then slowly moved it Plug it back into the parrot's beak. He pinched the stiff, thin tongue, determined to temporarily hide the fact that "the demon kings of all dynasties have always been the same".

Two minutes later, he finally tried to unobtrusively plug the grey parrot's hanging tongue back as much as possible, like plugging a protruding cloth wick back into a lamp bottle. The effect was immediate, and he could instantly feel the change in the gray parrot's aura—like a half-dead dead branch re-stretching, and flowers full of thorns blossomed above the new leaves. Its momentum came to life, and it was no longer a worthless dust, and the dim star that Nemo had sensed suddenly became shining.

"Ah," said the grey parrot weakly, two small claws gripping Nemo's forearm. "…what."

It didn't look happy at all, but rather listless. Nemo didn't dare to move, he just froze his arms, letting the grey parrot continue to sway on it.

"Ah—" the grey parrot continued, turning into a crow. It didn't even scream, it just continued to babble weakly.

"Let me know what you are." After a dozen times, the grey parrot finally murmured. "A piece of flesh and blood for this opportunity, this trip is enough. Well, let me end it."

It lay proudly on the stone brick in front of Nemo, eyes closed. Although the two paws were still twitching, they looked very firm.

Baggarmoru waited for a few minutes without waiting for any attack. It opened one eye, and Nemo still stood there quietly, without the slightest anger on his face—even a slight reddening of the circles under his eyes.

The grey parrot jumped up and stood up, raised its head with a fighting spirit, and looked at each other suspiciously.

They were deadlocked for a full minute.

Maybe it was because he found that the other party really did not show any killing intent, Bagel Moruka pouted, and seemed to have made a major decision-it silently looked at Nemo in front of him for a while, Then spread the wings.

Is it escaping? Nemo closed his eyes, trying to suppress the chill in his heart.

The grey parrot did flutter its wings and flew into the air. But unlike what Nemo had guessed, Bagelmore didn't fly far, it just flew high weakly—

Then stopped over Nemo's head.

"..." Nemo didn't know how to react for a while, and now he couldn't understand Baglmore's thoughts.

"It's worth it," the grey parrot said solemnly over his head, in a very slow tone that was just the right mix of heartbreak, self-sacrificing, and subtle triumph.

Then it grabbed a strand of Nemo's hair and tugged tentatively. Seeing that Nemo didn't respond, he even added a little more force.

"I'm really strong!" it finally announces a little bit broken.

Nimo was a little worried about its mental state for a moment, and then he found that its magic fluctuations were not abnormal - its behavior was undoubtedly sincere. He reached for the bird's neck and pulled the grey parrot off its head.

Like when they first met.

Nimo placed Bagelmore back on his shoulders. "Help me keep it a secret." His voice was low, but his tone was obviously much more soothing than before.

"Oh." The grey parrot stabbed its neck not afraid of death, "That...you can call me Lord Bagelmore..."

"No." Nemo answered firmly, and a smile finally appeared in his voice.

In the mercenary guild branch, the progress of others was not smooth.

"...I'm willing to pay for my private house, as much as I can, it's not enough for me to give you an IOU." An said to the communication crystal set up by the guild, "Answer me Fenrir, I remember you There are contacts in the Island Court — after all, it's my responsibility that people disappear before my eyes."

"Since you've mentioned it all." The voice of the captain of the steel wolf mercenary regiment came from the other side, "Okay, I can help you connect... But this is official To trade, you have to be mentally prepared for the price.”

"You need to wait for me... Thorne, Thorne!" The voice over the crystal became distant and muffled.

"Yes, Captain."

"Help me find the mission report for that mission in the Island Court."

"No problem, may I ask who is over there...?"

"Savage, you should remember." Fenrir muttered, "Okay, hurry up, she's in a hurry."

An guarded the communication crystal and waited for an hour before finally getting the communication spell from the guardian of the isolated island court. She anxiously connected to the big communication crystal in front of her, licking her lips that were chapped and bleeding.

"Fenrir Troy?" An old and unpleasant voice came from the crystal, "Is there anyone who wants to send the steel wolf?"

"No." The female warrior cleared her throat carefully, "Hello, I want to ask you something... The reward will be forwarded to you by Fenrir Troy."

"Oh—a young lady." The old man across from the crystal dragged a repulsive voice, "What do you want to know? You gotta know, if your little lover or whatever You are here, but you are not allowed to meet."

"I know, I only need to determine the current situation of one person." Ann ignored the other party's teasing, "Oliver Ramon, please help to check the prisoner's situation, if there is such a prisoner."

The old guard of the isolated island court scratched the crystal embedded in his face. He turned his face and glanced at the empty short-term cell. It's terrible, he thought, the gatekeeper is desperate this time, and the Island Court has not completed the files and materials related to the procedures.

If the supervisor on the opposite side is fishing, things will be troublesome - according to the usual practice, the above will definitely put the blame on him alone.

"There's someone like Oliver Ramon." He replied eloquently, "He's still there, this guy doesn't have enough information, so we'll have to review it slowly. You see, we have to put all the The formalities are all done neatly—"

"Crimes?" The female voice over Crystal asked dryly.

"I don't know." The old guard coughed, "But whatever happened, he's got to be here for at least three weeks...if that's what you want to know."

"Thank you." The girl over the crystal replied solemnly.

"Don't forget the reward." The old guard responded immediately.

Ann cut off the communication crystal and breathed a sigh of relief. But she didn't intend to accept the guard's rhetoric. The female soldier quickly walked to the task table and began to issue tasks skillfully.

She must watch Alban's prison to make sure Oliver is not suddenly transferred - although the gatekeeper intervenes, but according to the regulations, they must follow the procedures of the island court, otherwise they will also be arrested condemn. They can talk about it later to see if there is a way to get the intelligence.

On the other hand, Adrian Cross also got what he wanted—

"About the mission you released... The current information is here, dear guests." The female receptionist handed a thick leather book with both hands, and her movements were gentle and polite. "The guild is not responsible for the authenticity of the information in it, please consider it carefully and accept it by yourself."

Adrian Cross nodded and took the hardcover book with nothing on the cover with both hands.

"Are you teasing me?" Jesse Dylan curled the ends, "I'm right here, right in front of you, and you're looking at a pile of information about me ... oops, so romantic."

Adrian continued the information in the book without looking up.

"I heard that the Knights of Judgement can't lie, so I have to ask." The blond young man got closer, "Do you like me? Even a little—?"

"No." The knight commander continued earnestly.

"Then I'll ask every day."

"As you like." Adrian frowned at the information in the book and turned a few more pages.

The world is not peaceful at the moment, he knows very well. Many refugees have unknown origins and are displaced, and he also knows. But all people will always leave some traces of permission to be traced in this world.

However, Jesse Dillon did not leave any traces that could be identified, all the information was messy and ambiguous. After removing the paradoxical pile of data that was floating on the surface, all that was left was a blank slate.

Adrian continued to flip through the book, trying to find more useful information.

"You're really not enthusiastic at all," Jesse muttered beside him, craned his neck and tried to glance at the information on the page. "I have a good idea. Would you like to have a drink in the evening?"

The former knight commander snapped the book closed, he finally looked at Jesse, his brows furrowed.

"Good," he said.

(m..=)