I don't know if it was because I slept too long before, or the weather was too sunny this morning, this time Oliver only slept for a short time. He opened his eyes, blinked laboriously, and stared at the soft sunlight that filled half the room.

The sheets under him were soft and dry, and Nemo was not by his side.

Oliver sat up suddenly, he looked at his hands, the palms seemed to still have the warm touch of the lover's skin. This time he didn't think about the possibility of dreaming, the scratches that Nemo had left on his back last night were still aching, with a pleasant sense of reassurance.

His lover is the Demon King.

the only one. To be honest, Oliver still hasn't been able to digest this horrific information.

But he didn't think about it for too long, and the depression of the withered castle was instantly released, followed by the shocking confession of the lover. Oliver hardly knew how to deal with the chaotic thoughts, so he had to leave out the emotional part and ruthlessly peeled off the current situation. He knew what was best for the surface and what was the least stressful for Nemo. His soul seems to be split in two—one half accepts reality in horror, and half collects the situation almost ruthlessly and makes relatively appropriate judgments.

His mind did get the most reasonable answer, and after that answer, his backlog of emotions completely exploded.

…rarely out of control.

Oliver took a hard breath of the cool morning air, a little frustrated. He had tried his best to remain calm, but when Nemo's temperature was posted last night, there were only two thoughts left in his mind.

Not long ago, I almost lost Nemo. And if the "Demon King" recovers all his memories in the future, he is likely to lose his lover again.

In the huge emptiness and desire, for the first time, he completely abandoned reason. All thoughts were burnt out as if by fire, leaving only endless heat.

The word "Demon King" suddenly became a distant concept.

The inhuman pupils did not cast any sense of oppression, those beautiful silver-gray eyes shimmered in the night. He watched them become moist and pleading. The long black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the back of Nemo's white neck. His lover gasped and murmured frantically, then only a broken moan remained in his throat.

Sweat seeped into the scratched blood on the back, and the burning pain further paralyzed Oliver's sanity. He didn't let go, and greedily plundered the opponent's body temperature - like letting go, the opponent would disappear in an instant.

Now considering the identity of the other party...I am definitely the craziest maniac among human beings, Oliver thought numbly.

And he screwed up.

Oliver sadly buried his face in the palm of his hand. Although he could sense the other party's joy, it was an indisputable fact that his actions were too rough - he even fell asleep after the fact. And looking at the state of the sheets, Nemo 80% has already cleaned it up.

My God.

He needs to apologize soon. Oliver rubbed his face vigorously, and quickly got up and put on his underwear. And when he stood in front of the suit of armor, he hesitated for a few seconds.

Oliver tentatively reached out and pressed the cold metal. The gray mist diffused from his fingers again, twisting the metal into a harsh bending sound. In fact, after simply and rudely breaking the long thorn, it no longer makes people think of the silent knight at a glance, but caution is always a bad thing.

After the gray fog dissipated, the armor that could have been covered tightly was turned into a simple light armor. Oliver still couldn't control those mists precisely, which made his new outfit look a little rough, but it worked fine.

He quickly put on the armor, hung the skeleton helmet on the back of the armor, and hurriedly opened the door—

Then nearly knocked the plate out of Nemo's hand.

The Demon Lord is called the Demon Lord for a reason. The shadows quickly poured out, and neatly caught the two glasses that flew into the air, without a drop of the milk inside. Nemo himself regained his balance in an instant and held the tray firmly again.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. Oliver's eyes moved from Nemo's eyes to the other's slightly lighter lips, and the whole face quickly turned into a tomato.

"Last night... uh, so sorry! I overdid it..."

And Nemo's facial muscles twitched a few times, and his face began to turn slightly blue. Nemo really was a little concerned, Oliver was about to hang his head, and suddenly Fuzhi understood the real reason in his heart—

"Overhead." Ann repeated, slowly sticking her head out from behind Nemo with a complicated expression. "I can't see it, Master Chief."

Nimo held the dinner plate with one hand, grabbed Oliver's armor with the other, and dragged him back to the bed. He glanced at An carefully - the female warrior was leaning against the door, holding an unconscious parrot in her hand, with an unfathomable expression on her face.

Nimo only felt cramped and choked. The fresh tomato named Oliver looked erratic, and he also didn't dare to look directly at Oliver.

The opponent had obviously modified the silent knight's armor, and most of the skin on his hands and wrists was exposed. Among them, of course, is the engraved scar, as well as the slender and beautiful fingers. He just glanced at them, and everything from last night rushed to his mind again, making his mind buzz.

"I picked something good to digest." Nemo picked up a bowl of soup, determined to put those messy thoughts behind him. The sweetness of the onion and the rich aroma of oil spread instantly, and there were soaked bread cubes floating on top of the soup. "You have to eat something."

"Wait..." Oliver swallowed.

"I watch you eat." Nemo shoved the spoon into the other's palm, his tone even a little stern. "The two killers told me all the **** that withered castle did - Ollie, I don't know what you're thinking now, but if you're still struggling with last night. Actually I..." He coughed, his voice changing. smaller. "Don't mind, really."

Oliver was visibly relieved. He carefully dipped his spoon into the soup and delivered the soup to his mouth. The warm thick soup rolled down the dry esophagus, and even brought out a bit of pain.

Sighing softly, Oliver put down the spoon. He picked up the bowl and poured the soup directly into his stomach, almost choking on the bread to tears. Nemo hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed his heart. He leaned forward slightly and kissed Oliver's nose soothingly.

"Clos and Dylan have no problem for the time being. We were in contact yesterday." Ann interjected rightly, ignoring the intimacy of the two thoughtfully. "Although feel at ease, Captain."

"What's the situation?" Seeing that Oliver finally had something to eat, Nemo picked up a glass of milk and turned his head slightly in relief.

"Dylan claims that the fluctuations of the abyss magic are all the credit of the staff, he is very innocent, and he is willing to cooperate with the investigation of the Ruddism from the bottom of his heart - my God, you really shouldn't Missed the look on the Disciplinary Bishop's face at the time - Cross went with him, the old men of the Rudd Church wouldn't see him slipping past their noses again."

She shook the grey parrot in her hand, but Bagelmore had no intention of waking up, so the female warrior had to give up.

"As agreed, the bird and I handed the prisoner along with his confession to the garrison. At least Oliver will no longer be considered the murderer of Mr. Ramon... No, Mr. Lopez's murderer ."

"Mr. Cross all right?" Oliver took a gulp of milk and wiped the froth above his lips. After a series of events, the news did not ease his heart.

"He is our advisor for the time being. Even if the Rudd Church wants to deal with him, there will be a lot of formalities to go through. Unless they can convict Dylan and determine that they are carrying out some kind of malicious damage." An pouted, "So as long as Dylan doesn't have any baskets, Cross will be fine in the short term. But I'm a little worried about Dylan's identity, in case he is also a wanted criminal from the Rad Sect..."

"...No, there should be no problem." Nemo answered dryly. "Believe me."

"They're going to Clement in Alban, and the Pope of Ladd is over there now." The female warrior raised her eyebrows, "We can keep up. Oliver is going to be washed away. There are only two options for the crime, the capital and Clement... Speaking of Oliver, what exactly were you convicted of? Why were you taken away by the gatekeeper so quickly?"

"They think I'm a silent knight." Oliver drained the glass of milk.

"Bah!" Ann's reaction was straightforward.

"He passed the Knight's Heart check." Nemo added quietly, "Accurately, there is no problem with the process of the Island Court."

Ann's eyebrows knitted in the next second: "Does he have a knight's oath?"

"He..." Nemo picked a relatively ambiguous statement, "He doesn't have it now. If it can be checked again, I guarantee there will be no problems."

"It seems that you two are hiding a lot of things from me." An Mo rubbed his chin, "Forget it, the top priority is to wash Oliver's crime off quickly. Although I don't know how you got Oliver From Wither Castle, Nemo - unless you're suddenly king of Alban, he's nominally on death row."

"We'd better leave now, the sooner the better."

The Headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.

"Interesting, someone hired Horizon for a lot of money."

"Horizon Mercenary Corps, listen, Mercenary Corps." The old man answered absentmindedly, arranging his white beard. "Of course the mercenary group will have employers."

"But most people don't hire Horizon to do investigations. This is not a state commission, it's a private commission."

"...you never guess what the rich are thinking. But it's never boring, I remember Lopez doesn't like taking on nonsense."

"Sure. I'll see, I'll see... um." Another old man scratched his head, "It's an investigation request for a Black Badge team."

"What needs to be dispatched from the horizon should be a six-eyed spider, right?"

"No, that's where it gets interesting. It's just a team of snakes that's going to be investigated... Have you heard of tumbleweed?"

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