Oliver managed to control his chin so that he would not open his mouth stupidly. The girl who called herself Mora gave him a generous nod and made a casual greeting gesture, the blades on her fingertips gleaming.

"Oliver Ramon." He coughed, "Black Chapter."

"Actually I heard it just now, but I like polite people." The girl nodded with satisfaction, her tone very pleasant. "It stands to reason that we should have silenced you now - what a pity, we can't kill people right now."

Oliver was a little unsure whether to hold on to the hilt for a preliminary defense.

"Don't make trouble, Mora." Randy moved his neck, and the joints made a muffled sound that was not very crisp. "He's not malicious, at least not now."

"Of course I know, talkative!" The young girl pouted in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I scare him? Are you jealous?... You have to admit, Randy, he's more handsome than you too much."

"..." The tall male killer turned his head away.

"Do you think I don't know?" Moura said quietly, "There was a lady with **** in the carriage just now, and you turned your head to look at them several times, and your heart beat faster for a few seconds. .Several seconds!"

"I..."

"Of course, I can understand." Maura pretended to wipe away her tears, and sniffed specially. "So I decided to have a few more chats with this handsome young man, you can't have an opinion."

"..." Oliver saw the petite female killer approaching him, quickly took a few steps back, and decided to remove himself from the flirting of the two people in front of him. "I have a boyfriend." His tone was very firm.

The two killers looked at him at the same time, one with grief, and the other with hidden joy.

"What a pity!" Maura looked like she wanted to beat the tree, "Maybe I can like you, so I can break up with this stupid stake—"

Randy still had that stern look on his face, now he was looking up at the sky and pretending he didn't hear anything. Suddenly he took a breath, and when he spoke again, his tone was not as relaxed as before.

"Mora." He only called her name.

The little girl and Randy exchanged a quick glance, and went straight back to the same path and drilled back into each other's body - there was no obstacle to the physical interlacing, not fusion, Mora was more like walking into an opaque mass phantom. And just after her figure disappeared, a surveillance bug flew over staggeringly.

This makes sense, Oliver thought quickly.

Why Randy claims that he can't fight high-intensity and long-term combat, why is he only equipped with a thick metal shield as a killer, why can his body move less when attacking - if hiding in The girl inside him needs to move with him, all of which can be explained.

But if they are to be safe, they must act in perfect harmony. The synchronization rate of their movements and the degree of mutual understanding between the two are absolutely terrifying. He couldn't even believe it was true.

"Are you...?" he asked Randy implicitly, "what spell?"

"It's a curse." Randy casually held the shield and glanced at the surveillance bug. "It's been years, don't mind...shh."

Randy jumped into the bushes and Oliver hid almost at the same time as him. Heavy, cluttered footsteps mixed with heavy breathing hovered near them, and the thick smell of blood crept through the trees and into their noses. Those who wandered outside were more like some kind of dizzy beasts than humans.

"You asked me to cooperate...I hope I will contain the enemy and minimize my range of motion." When the enemy outside walked away, Oliver whispered, "Miss Mora has to move by herself, right Is it? What exactly is your sync…”

"Fourteen years of practice." Randy didn't look at Oliver, he pushed aside a bush and peered out. "Now you should worry about yourself, Mr. Ramon."

He glanced at Oliver with little emotion in his eyes. "I suggest you kill the guy just now. He was injured. It shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Why?" Oliver frowned.

I just need a casual collaborator who won't stab in the back, not a bad guy."

"Despite the endless war, the chances of escaping are better than being trapped in a withered castle. To be honest, in a withered castle, you may end up better than those who are incompetent Consumables are bad."

Oliver shook his head slightly.

"...Aren't you Heizhang? Why is killing someone so long-winded."

"I killed a man." Oliver lowered his eyes, "That feels terrible."

"These are not civilians, they are on death row."

"Theoretically we are also on death row." He curled his lips weakly, "But at least I don't think I deserve to die."

Randy turned his face, eyebrows raised.

"If I'm going to make myself a 'last resort' excuse now," Oliver took a deep breath, "then there will definitely be a second time, a third time—after all, there's never a shortage of excuses. ."

"Interesting, I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with you." Randy murmured.

A pillar of fire hit the bushes where the two were hiding, Oliver swiftly backed away. He gradually mastered the rhythm of coexisting peacefully with the collar, and the aggressive ice thorns skillfully erected the ice fence again, giving the two enough time to escape.

They had to last three hours, how long has it been now?

Oliver kicked the ground quickly, rushed to the relatively dense area of ​​trees, and silently estimated the time.

"Although I don't mind helping you out." Randy said as he ran, "In the first place, although Maura wasn't caught, she couldn't get this collar off. "

Oliver chopped down a few trees with his sword energy, then carefully concealed his breath and hid himself in the pile of mixed branches and leaves. The sword qi moved forward all the way, going straight into the distance, creating a lot of momentum.

"Thank you for your kindness." Oliver didn't even dare to move his lips, and spoke in a pure voice. "I'll find my own way... Actually, I don't know my specific crime. Those people insist that I'm a silent knight, but I swear I'm not."

"...If you are a silent knight, the Church of the Abyss will not have such a bad reputation." Randy snorted and hid in the bushes skillfully. "In fairness—what you just cared about, about our curse."

The killer retracted his backing into the leaves and changed to a more natural sitting position, apparently taking all the time to recover his strength. Oliver moved out to make room for Randy.

Before taking a few steps, his hand pressed against something hard and was almost punctured. Oliver looked into the shadow subconsciously—a reptilian skull was lying there quietly, with the eye sockets and the huge temporal foramen next to each other, the lower jaw part of the skull had long since disappeared, and the two canine teeth were still intact.

"In general, we can't touch each other." Randy said nonchalantly beside him, "We can't touch things indirectly, just like that."

"But I can touch you." Oliver picked up the large skull, compared the size, and began to use magic to remove the dirt and stains from it.

"Yes, so just a curse on both of us."

"…is there a solution?" Oliver asked almost immediately after putting a few restraints on the bone.

"The easiest way is to break up, but it has never been successful." Randy still has that stinky face, but his eyes are much softer. "No way, I still like her the most, and she hasn't found someone she likes more. So we can only make do with the difficult path."

Oliver is a little sad, he probably knows what it feels like to be unable to touch the person he loves. It's only been one day since he was separated from Nemo, and his mood has already begun to decline - what is the concept of fourteen years?

Crandy looked so peaceful, like telling someone else's story.

"There is still half an hour." A voice clearly amplified by magic fell from the sky, "Please hurry up."

As soon as the voice fell, the storm swept away the piled broken trees. Survivors have increasingly limited targets and attacks become more frantic. Finally someone broke out recklessly, and it seemed that it was not the death row army that was waiting for him, but the throne made of gold.

The two who have been cautiously fleeing can no longer escape.

"Let me see how long your 'kindness' lasts." Randy hummed and stood up. "Now you have to get serious, Ramon."

Faced with the surging killing intent like a huge wave, Oliver buckled the skull on his head, it was just the right size under the processing of the spell - it should be the skull of a small earth dragon, with a sharp edge of the upper jaw. Teeth staggered, long canine teeth still sharp. The nostrils, eye sockets, and temporal foramen mingled together, and the porous, alien-shaped skull exuded a chilling breath of death.

The restraint technique took effect, and the skull covered the upper half of his face, successfully turning into a cold and eerie helmet. Although most of his face could be seen through the holes in the orbital bone and temporal foramen, no one would associate this face with the sun-scorching Head of the Horizon, against the backdrop of the gloomy bones.

"This is not 'kindness'." After successfully hiding his face, Oliver sighed and clenched the equally pale Sword of Rest. "this is only…"

He couldn't find the right word.

Even if he did kill, perhaps most people can understand his helplessness. But along the way, he has seen many people who are still sticking to their principles in a desperate situation. If he crosses his bottom line here, he doesn't think he can face those "ordinary" people with dignity.

If he was weaker, maybe he really had no choice. But that wasn't the case - he was strong enough, much stronger than the other, and Oliver knew that.

…then even that is stupid, unworkable, worthless insistence.

Compared to the countless self-questions that were doomed to no results in the middle of the night after giving up the principle. He chose to bear the price of this persistence, and he chose to sleep in a good night's sleep with a clear conscience.

Nemo on the other side was staring at the flashing bulletin board, only to feel an extra piece of ice in his stomach.

"The cocoon of the superior demon?" Nemo's voice was very dry, and he was too lazy to hide it.

"Something that has only appeared in the last few days." Adrian Cross retracted his gaze, "It stands to reason that it can't hatch, it will be bound by the law. Roadmark Town will be fine for the time being."

"Don't be so sure, we don't have a complete...hmm." Ann stopped talking.

"...On this point, I have reservations." The knight commander glanced at Nemo, "If things get to that point, the guild should send a first-tier mercenary group. But you see— "The slender finger pointed to the lower half of the light screen. "It's all about mid-level mercenary groups at the moment. I guess people from all religions are on their way."

"Isn't that great?" Jessie clapped her hands, "There must have been a lot of people going to Roadmark Town recently, and the garrison there must be going crazy, we just got in! You Is that right, Mr. Wright?"

Nimo didn't answer, he slowly raised his right hand, then slowly grasped his left arm.

He only mentioned this to the grey parrot not long ago. And that dark night, when his left arm was bitten off by the Ratliff wolf hunter, how did he feel?

At that time, he didn't notice the loss of his left arm, but now Nemo can clearly recall the unnatural emptiness of his left shoulder, and the surrounding air became colder and colder - at that time He is indeed willing to give up his left arm, gain the freedom of his body, and do everything in his power to survive.

"We move fast." His tone was extraordinarily resolute, with a hint of power he didn't notice.

"—that thing is dangerous, probably more dangerous than they thought."

(m..=)