The midnight streets of downtown are not very quiet. The curfew here is late, drunken men are still singing on the side of the road, and the guys are dragging small wooden carts to deliver goods in a hurry. The aftermath of the warning spell has been quelled, and there is no sound of collapse or screaming, and the knights of judgment are gradually withdrawing from the crowded public spaces.

This is Garland after all. I don't know if it was because of the relationship between Garland and Alban, or because he really couldn't bear to let the people of Kenyatta be buried with a probe, Alban's bishop of discipline finally gave up his resistance.

O'Lorean's living armor scrambled down his body, forming a slightly quivering ball of flesh. Aurora - Talbot Vance, now, gently pulling back her long gray hair. He casually hangs the big sword on the armored meatball, then swings the big sword, and the twisted weapon immediately disappears into the cool air.

He is now empty-handed and looks harmless.

Vance took the waiter's white gloves from his pocket, carefully slipped his fingers into the soft fabric, and then took out the crystal ball he had just received. Away from that ornate silk upholstery, the solitary crystal looks like a common ornament in a jewelry window.

He stared at the bone jade embedded in the crystal for a while, then lowered his eyes—

This thing is still unfinished, it can only monitor the magic that is being activated. If the dangerous black figure deliberately didn't use magic, he still couldn't use it to find him.

Vance shook his head, grabbed the small crystal ball into his palm, and finally paid attention to the flashing communication crystal.

"Dara Lanene." His question was straightforward, "I need your support."

"…Ok, ok. Although I'm looking for you for something else—you speak first."

"I remember you had a body on the gatekeeper's side? I need their technology to transform the Raddite probe crystal."

"You finally think about it! I've said it before, if you are willing to use bone jade, your efficiency will be long..."

"Shut up."

"Tsk, I'll help. Are you in Kenyatta? My closest body to you is in Signpost, Steel Wolf Mercenaries. We can meet at Noe and give me something Just fine."

"Yes."

"My side... Do you remember that strange demon warlock, Nemo Wright? You let me keep an eye on him."

"Has he done anything that needs to be purged?"

"No, but their head seems to have fallen into the hands of the gatekeeper." The voice on the crystal's side sounded emotional. "I checked the mission records. What a coincidence, their team was working near the Church of the Abyss at that time."

Vance was silent.

"Okay, I know you don't like humans. But that kid has the power of a demon king, you forget? I don't think it's a coincidence that they're there. If he's going to join the Church of the Abyss— "

"I said, we don't need to bring this man back on purpose. Isn't your lesson in Hiram enough?"

Dara Lennion on the crystal side tutted loudly: "Seriously, what obsession do you have with the 'Demon King'? Even a kid with a little power needs to Take care... Vance, have you been hiding any information from me?"

The man with long gray hair cut off the communication coldly. He put the communication crystal in the deepest part of his pocket and walked out of the shabby alley. The Radeite Probing Crystal was still tightly squeezed in his right hand, and the warm touch penetrated through the cloth and onto the demon's icy skin.

No obsession, thought the devil. What he embraced was not so much obsession, but a sense of guilt that he couldn't shake off. Vance gave a rare wry smile, raised his head, and looked at the disrepaired clock tower in front of him. The mottled stone bricks were blurred in the night, like a riverbed filled with silt beneath dirty water.

Talbot Vance pressed the crystal to his chest, and he could feel the bone jade continuously sending temperature to the crystal.

After the Demon King is "killed", the body will be swallowed by the abyss at almost the same time. The huge corpse will turn into a dark thick liquid and gradually dissipate at the bottom of the abyss. After that, the subjugating army was free to search for the clumps of bone jade in the Demon King's lair. Humans don't know why it appeared, but they can always find a small, flowing deposit.

It's like a gift.

And Vance knew very well that it was the skeleton of the devil spit out from the bottom of the abyss.

The same is true for the previous generation, with one difference. Flint Lopez decapitated the Demon King, somehow keeping it from being swallowed by the abyss, and even brought it out of the surface. Humans have not found the relationship between the skull and the bone jade. This only proves one thing - the Demon King was reluctant to give out the power in the bones at that time.

That idiot. Vance gripped the crystal against his chest and could feel the dark anger rushing to his brain. It's because he trusted and valued that kid so much back then - he even became Lopez's mentor and taught him personally, hoping to make the Demon King sleep longer. However, in the end, Lopez is no different from most humans. In the end, he is just another greedy and vain waste.

That human must not know how much trouble he caused, just for the meaningless "trophy", Flint Lopez pushed the surface and the abyss to the brink of destruction at the same time.

Adjusting his breathing rate for a while, Vance quickly stabilized his emotions and took a step towards the corner of the city. It's ironic—the soldier who was carefully trained by himself and sent to give the Demon King a rest, did such an unforgivable stupid thing.

In the end, the students he taught by himself destroyed the Demon King in the cruelest way.

…ruined his father.

Unfortunately, Flint Lopez was very low-key after the expedition. Before he could find the bastard, Lopez disappeared first and completely faded out of the public eye.

To this day he is still inquiring about Lopez, if he has a chance to kill the human himself...

Talbot Vance continued to walk forward, not squinting, and passed a group of pedestrians in cloaks and leading a fuller goat. At the moment when he passed the sheep, Vance noticed a wave of magic power, as if the breath of a superior demon came from the team.

But the breath was fleeting, and only a bird feather fell to the ground.

It stands to reason that no superior demon can hide his breath in front of him. Delusions, he thought. And once again turned his eyes to the direction he was going in.

Less than half an hour ago.

Ann stared in disbelief at the **** tooth marks on the knight commander's neck - although the high-necked monk's uniform had been buttoned up, there were still some tooth marks and the edge of the hickey exposed. She glanced up and down at Adrian, then glanced at Jesse with horror in her eyes.

But when she opened her mouth, she was undoubtedly serious.

"Recently, the isolated island court will skip part of the process," the female warrior's expression became serious, "the first to sell people and then to go through the formalities, because no one pays attention, this news has been suppressed for a long time. If Oliver bad luck…"

Nemo stared intently at Ann's mouth, as if intending to drag her next words out with his eyes.

"We just heard some news." The knight commander interrupted Ann, and seemed not to care about the marks on his neck. "The Mooney Church captured a silent knight from Alban and was bought by the gatekeeper."

Ann kicked the broken wooden boxes piled up in the alley.

"Are they ignoring the evidence now? The Silent Knight can't be captured alive! Even the Court of the Island can't give perjury—" she yelled angrily, breathing a little. "Damn, nine times out of ten it's Oliver."

"Perhaps the gatekeeper is blocking it, or there is a possibility of coincidence." Adrian frowned, "But we'd better prepare with both hands."

"We're going to Noe's branch right now, I have to ask the old bastard." Ann muttered, one hand tightly clutching the other arm.

"What will happen to him?" Nemo asked as calmly as possible, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice. "Listening to your tone, it shouldn't be the first time this kind of thing has happened."

"According to what I have heard, he should be sent to the mobile barracks after passing the screening, and then the death row army." Ann said bitterly, "It makes sense, Oliver is too powerful …If he was really brainwashed into a death row soldier, the price would have risen at least tenfold. And…”

She couldn't go on, the sudden rise of self-blame caught her throat.

"They screen soldiers by killing, either killing or being killed." Adrian's face was also not good-looking, "If Mr. Ramon is really taken away by the gatekeeper, things will be very troublesome, no People know where the mobile barracks are."

"It seems that their process has not changed much." Nemo heard himself say in a calm voice, he did not know how to maintain his calm. His legs were cold and numb, but the blood was suddenly hot, burning his blood vessels and heart. "Then if Ollie didn't kill, would he be sent to Wither Castle? I saw the information on the Church of the Abyss, but it was a long time ago."

"..." The female warrior and the knight commander looked at each other, while Jesse folded her arms, her face unexpectedly blank.

"Yes." Ann said hoarsely, "but Nemo, it's for those who are eliminated. Oliver is a smart guy, and the people who fight with him must be death row prisoners. He doesn't Would be stupid...I think he's on a mobile barracks."

"Blight castles are harder to find than mobile barracks. We don't have the energy to find two at the same time in a short time." Adrian sighed softly. "Ms Savage is right."

"I know." Nemo's tone remained calm. His expression was blank, but his internal organs had already begun to turn upside down, as if two invisible hands were tearing at his lungs. "Oli will definitely figure out where he is. He will make the most reasonable choice, but I don't think he will kill for himself."

"Oli would never do that. Our goal is the wither castle, not the mobile barracks." Nemo said one word at a time.

Adrian watched him quietly, while the female warrior pursed her lips bitterly.

"Nimo, I know you trust him, but places like Blight Castle..."

"'There are only two kinds of people who can leave the Withered Castle - the dead and the murderers.'" Nemo said softly, he didn't show the slightest loss of soul, but his tone was very hard. "I know, but I'm sure he'll hold on."

"He must be in Wither Castle and won't leave." Nemo repeated.

"Nimo..." Ann tried to interrupt.

She wasn't sure whether to support Nemo's ideas. Although Oliver has studied with Adrian for a while, his willpower is definitely not comparable to that of a soldier who has lived in the army for a long time. After all, just a few months ago, he was an extremely ordinary town resident.

Although she doesn't know much about Wither Castle, she knows enough information to make a judgment. Even if Nemo is a high-level demon like a fake, he is still inexperienced. Although he and Oliver have gone through a lot, to be honest, they haven't really encountered a too cruel situation.

It's too easy to ruin someone.

People tend to choose kindness among relatively stable conditions, and once that stability is taken away, very few people can persevere. Take away the strength, take away the dignity, take away the hope - the remaining residue may be the essence of "human".

How much of Oliver's previous goodwill was based on his own powerful strength?

Ann did not dare to give a definite answer, the answer may only be known to Oliver himself. She wanted to stand up for Nemo from the bottom of her heart, but once Oliver wasn't in Wither Castle, Nemo would...

"Take a step back, if Ollie is really moving the barracks. Then with his strength, he can afford to wait." Seeming to see Ann's concerns, Nemo's face was pale and his tone was almost cruel . "But wither castle is different, I have to find him as soon as possible. Is this reason okay?"

Ann let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes.

Nimo turned to Jesse Dylan, who had been silent: "Dylan, where is the Wither Castle?"

"I don't know." Jesse shrugged, not smiling.

"You are a fortune teller."

"The essence of prophecy is intelligence-based prediction." The blond young man spread his hands, "I can evaluate a person's worth and tell you which things are very likely to happen. But A simple message with too much randomness...sorry, I can't do it."

"Then I'll find it." Nemo didn't hesitate, he didn't have time to be disappointed.

"I'll contact Vergil." Adrian nodded and didn't say more. "He has some connections and should be able to help. Did you gain anything tonight?"

"I already know who is responsible for the dead jellyfish, but I may not have time to go back... There are also changes, if possible, can I ask you?" More, if nothing else, at least Jesse Dylan should be able to cope with the changes in Road Sign Town.

His stomach was stuffed with burning charcoal, and he didn't want to waste another second.

"You have to go back, Wright. I will only have the opposite effect on that 'mutation'." This time Jesse's frivolous tone disappeared completely, he just looked at Nemo, his eyes made people I don't understand too much. He thought for a moment, and finally knocked his head as if he couldn't help it. "Although I don't know the location of Wither Castle, I have one thing to tell you."

"You may not find where the wither castle is, but you can find the star that belongs to Ramon." The beautiful blond youth sighed, without using honorifics. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Cooli is a pure human." Nimo stared at the other side with a fixed gaze, "I can't detect him."

"Okay, okay. Listen, you have to figure this out for yourself." Jesse pouted. "That demon cocoon in Waymark can help, if you figure it out, you can find your little pet. It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's like muscle memory, I can't teach you How to do it."

"And a little tip...that's not detection magic. Think about why you couldn't use spells in the first place."

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