There is not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but the unbearable heat was noticeably less.

Oliver hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to put on the skeleton helmet. Nemo looked at him curiously for a few seconds, without asking any questions, but subconsciously pulled the hood of his robe. Walton is not a big country, and it's not a bad thing to reduce the number of appearances.

"People here don't like Common Tongue." Ann explained, "I just wanted to ask, who are you going to meet? We better get out of here. Oliver has been in a coma for a few days. Right? Trust me, if we delay further, the inspection of the teleportation array will only be more rigorous."

"Don't worry." Nemo answered immediately. He wanted to make a gesture, but Oliver's right hand was tightly clasped by Oliver, so he had to uh a few times, determined to make it clear with his mouth only. "I can create a rift in space and send everyone out - I took a few coordinates when I came over. No problems other than the entry and exit records will be missing."

"Okay." Hit yawned, showing a little lack of interest. "As you go."

But when she reached the destination, her eyebrows instantly rose.

The tall young man greeted several people briefly. The scars on Randy's face were healed cleanly, and the original sense of oppression was greatly reduced. He didn't wear the clothes that were easy to move anymore, but put on loose and rough ordinary clothes. Oliver, who was good at knowing people, almost didn't recognize him at a glance.

Mora put on ordinary flat shoes, looking more petite. She hung like a sloth on Randy's left arm, the foxtail ring on her left ring finger gleaming.

"Looks like you're all right."

"Thank you for your help." Oliver finally let go of Nemo's hand and gave a standard salute, "Nimo told me everything."

"Nothing to thank." Even without the scar, Randy's expression was not soft. "Thanks are endless, in short, this meal is our treat."

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" Ann turned to Oliver and pointed at the couple in front of her generously, "Blight Castle doesn't seem like a place to make friends."

"Ms. Savage." Maura stretched out her right hand simply, "I heard of you. We were... well, 'Sancho's Grey Fox'."

"..." An was silent for a moment, then shook the hand. "But I've heard rumors these days. Everyone says that Sancho's gray fox has been killed. The person who took the reward went through the anonymous procedure. Could it be—"

"It was me who took the bounty." Nemo found a chair and sat down, "these two were going to quit, and then we... uh..."

"It doesn't look like a coin," Randy added dryly for him.

"I won't ask the details, anyway, these two little **** have always been very troublesome." An said carelessly, "Ming people don't speak secretly, I will ask directly - since The two of you decided to wash your hands in a golden basin. You don’t need to choose a special place to have a meal when you say goodbye, right? You should be more cautious than us in this business.”

Her tone was like a joke, but the man stepped forward, with a faint gesture of protecting Oliver and Nemo behind him.

"I can understand your concerns." Mora's expression became serious, "Indeed, we only planned to go to the hotel to say hello. At that time, I accidentally discovered something. It's not suitable for talking in a quiet hotel." She shook her fingers and made a simple gesture to symbolize that the partition has ears. "And the restaurant is clean and good for conversation."

This time even Oliver raised his eyebrows and politely made a questioning expression - but that expression was barely covered by the skeleton helmet.

"Thanks doesn't really do anything, and we never like to owe people too much." Mora shrugged, picked up a hot french fries, and gnawed them. "Then let me say it directly, Horizon is collecting your information."

An instantly showed an expression close to a stomachache. Oliver tried to slap his forehead, but he slapped the helmet. Nemo wiped his face and looked up at the ceiling.

"...What's your reaction?" Maura poked the fries into the ketchup with a hint of dissatisfaction. "There is no need to confirm the task list. You are also in the guild's system, so such investigation tasks will not be made public. We know about it through our own channels."

"In other words, no matter where you go next, someone will definitely be watching you. Just like us." Randy continued, "Lopez never misses any information. Channel, he's notoriously fussy on our side...and generous."

He paused for a while. "Mr. Ramon, no matter what your relationship with Lopez is, you'd better find a place to hide from the limelight."

"Unfortunately, we don't have enough time - we have to wipe our head as soon as possible." An interjected.

"Are you going to appeal to Clement?" Randy threw out a sentence, raising the basket of chips on the table. "...you eat too much, Maura, and you'll get a stomachache."

Antooth sighed like a toothache, watching the petite girl stomp on the table, volleyed up, and took back the french fries basket with a beautiful attack. "How did you guess it?"

"As Mora just said, we have our own sources of intelligence in our industry." Randy rubbed his temples and sighed. "Ms. Savage, although there are not many people on our level, if we can guess, so can others. Alban's precepts are doing a good job of keeping secrets, but there are no airtight walls in this world."

Randy grabs the french fries basket again, this time shoveling it in his mouth. Mora bit the muscular arm angrily, while the young man who was attacked remained unmoved: "According to our previous knowledge, you have never been active near the capital of Alban. And the Pope of Ruddism is currently Clement, your teammates are there too, aren't they? Considering the efficiency, the tumbleweed's path is not hard to guess."

"Unfortunately, we do not agree with the judgment of the isolated island court. It is our legitimate right to challenge the charges." Ann finally sat down and tapped the table with her fingers. "That man Lopez...though he's dead-headed, he's never going to embarrass Oliver on this point."

"It's hard to say." Randy glanced at Oliver without a trace. "We've heard of Lopez's style of conduct. If he decides that Mr. Ramon is using improper means to extricate himself..." He didn't go on.

"Well," Ann's eyes swept to Nemo's side, "Indeed, reducing contact can always save a lot of trouble, after all, we don't have docile lambs in our team."

The docile little lamb... Randy's facial muscles twitched a few times, and Mora finally let go of her mouth, and she couldn't say anything.

"As far as our suggestion is concerned, you'd better find a relatively 'clean' place to stay for a while, and wait until they start to relax—" She gestured with both hands, "Surprise, hmm."

"Yes, given Lopez's relationship with the Rudd, Horizon may have reached Clement by now. If I'm not mistaken, there must be their people in the capital too. Watching." Randy added in a low voice.

"You don't have to hide in Clement, right?" Oliver asked honestly, "We can find a small place to hide until they don't want to wait any longer."

"There's no difference." Ann's brows furrowed, "Lopez won't leave Clement, and he won't stop gathering intelligence. Anything you can think of, he definitely wants to more detailed than you."

"It's better to infiltrate Clement first, so that you can rendezvous with Mr. Cross and the others earlier." Nemo scratched his head. "And if we're going to disappear completely... we won't be able to hide for long, Ollie. After all, Tumbleweed completes at least one mission a month, and that's a clear clue. And if we delay the expiration, we'll be disqualified from the black badge, Mr. Cross. It's dangerous."

"But things are a bit troublesome, I don't know much about Clement." An murmured, sighed, and took his eyes away from his teammates. "...don't turn your head, I didn't expect you two."

"This is the favor we have to pay back." Randy rubbed the teeth marks on his arm, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "We thought about it all night and found a relatively safe place - if you can trust us."

"Please." Oliver didn't hesitate.

"Royal Military Academy Clement." Randy pulled out a small parchment booklet with fresh ink on it. "Here's everything we know. If you're alone, Ms. Savage, I'm sure you'll find a way to hide yourself beautifully. And at the age of these two..."

"It just happened to be the enrollment period recently." He frowned, showing a rather struggling expression. "... There should be no problem with the two of you mixing in directly."

Oliver's expression went blank for a moment. Nemo scratched his ears to make sure he didn't hear the sentence wrong.

"That's an idea." Ann let out a few laughing coughs. "People from the mercenary guild are not very popular there. As long as they get in, they will win. Oh, it's really good - Lopez probably didn't think we would hide in that kind of place, no, it's better that normal people don't think that way. Even if he thought about it, it would be difficult for Horizon to intervene in the educational institutions directly under Alban Royal."

"Indeed." Randy nodded, "They have very strict requirements on identity, verification and ability. To be honest, if it wasn't for the abilities of the two of them...cough, I wouldn't give such a suggestion."

"We are twenty-three." Oliver's expression finally stopped calm, "Is it long past the age of school?"

"They are recruiting young people between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four, congratulations, you two just stepped on your tail." Ann flipped through the new parchment book. "You two should be concerned about other things than your age, especially you, Oliver—how much formal education have you had?"

"Beyond literacy?"

"In addition to literacy."

“…Father taught at home, after all, our family…has no money. And I don’t want to join the army or…”

Nimo moved his stool to the corner, pretending he didn't exist.

"Oh." An sighed sadly, "Then you are busy on the road."

Then she flipped through the booklet: "As for the identification... I'm busy too. Say, can that slippery guy from Dylan come in handy?"

"Yes." Nemo responded firmly from the corner, "Absolutely."

(m..=)