To be honest, Adrian Cross is not familiar with Clementine Cathedral.

Clement's Cathedral is the most magnificent church in Alban. The Alban royal family has always respected Ladism, especially the old school of Ladism. The exclusivity of the old school is very strong - that is, the little nameless religions like mosquito legs can survive in the corners of the country, and in those slightly larger towns, other somewhat famous religions have long been cleaned up.

The strictness of Alban's laws on demon-related matters is not unrelated to the prevalence of the old school of Ruddism.

Adrian himself is a more tolerant Woden faction in Radism. It's just that as a former Judge Knight Commander, he is not interested in the entanglement of interests between the two factions. In addition to going out on missions, he usually returned to the Church of the Penitents in Garland to do penance. In his memory, he has only been to Clement's Cathedral once - that time also to meet the Pope.

The Pope himself spends most of his time at Hatfield, the holy site of Rudd, and occasionally stops at the Church of the Penancers in Garland or Clements Cathedral in Alban. It seems that this time he bumped into the Pope's trip again.

It's just that the last time it was to report the task, this time he became the object of the report.

Adrian retracted his gaze from the church spire, down to the ground.

The precepts did not treat them badly along the way. Except for the indifferent attitude and the ugly face, there is no lack of etiquette. And that attitude issue... he actually understands, Adrian thought with a frown. Because a certain person does not have the restraint that a normal person should have in public.

Like now.

Jesse Dillon was like a thick syrup that had just been boiled, and the whole person was stuck on the knight commander, as if there was no bone in his body. Even now, waiting at the door of the church, an arm is wrapping around Adrian's neck.

At first, Adrian would frown and push it away, but then he was too lazy to care. He stood up straight, not looking sideways, letting the vine called Jesse haunt him.

But even though Adrian Cross has long since resigned from the position of Judge Knight Commander, as the "Rising Star" personally proclaimed by the Pope, his influence has not completely disappeared. The judgement knights who were standing guard all looked in other directions, and their faces were basically filled with suppressed anger, disgust, and displeasure.

Jesse just didn't see it.

In front of it is a solemn church, and on both sides are judge knights with weapons and shining armor. The beautiful young man whose identity was a mystery exuded the air of a tourist, and his fingers dipped into the collar of the former knight commander in an unruly manner. If human eyes can be regarded as some kind of attack, he will definitely be stabbed into a sieve by countless eyes at this moment.

Adrian sighed, firmly grasped the hand that was not very honest, and shook his neck. "The communication crystal is on, Mr. Dylan."

"...You still call me Mr. Dylan!" Jesse exclaimed in dissatisfaction, and pulled out the crystal. "Even if you don't want to call me baby, call me by my name anyway."

Adrian didn't even bother to talk to him.

Fortunately, Jesse seems to be used to this way of getting along, and there is no hint of frustration on his face. He skillfully fished out the crystal from his pocket, and hit a soundproofing spell directly.

The Knights of Judgment tried to break the formation and stop this blatant provocation. But the number of their failures is exactly equal to the number of attempts - originally seeing that too beautiful face, coupled with the poor popularity, they thought that Jesse Dylan had used some kind of powerful prop to show that kind of power. The bishop of discipline took away the staff that exuded the abyss and carefully sealed it. The Cavaliers thought the rest of the job wouldn't be too much trouble.

Reality turns out to be far more cruel than fantasy.

A soundproof mantra that didn't even utter a mantra, they just couldn't solve it. This made the knights wonder what the point of guarding the two of them was—if Mr. Dylan wanted to go, let alone an Adrian Cross, even if he took the church spire off and took him away, they were not sure if they were can stop.

So the judge knights could only stare at the two people in the open space. The blond youth leaned limply against their former leader, not giving them a chance to read lips.

"Royal Clementine Military Academy." Adrian was not under the influence of the Soundproofing Charm, he could hear it clearly - Jesse's voice seemed to be holding back a laugh. "This is the most genius idea I've ever seen, really! Omg, I can't wait to find out..."

"We need the perfect background information." Ann's voice came from the crystal, interrupting Dylan's humming angrily. "Perfect information, Mr. Dylan. Looking at Cross's attitude, he probably didn't tell you the details. If even the former Judge Knight Commander can't find the key strangeness, you should be quite good at it. "

"We're about to meet the Pope, dear Miss Savage! Can't you give me a little attention? Why do I feel like I'm being used as a tool?"

"Ah, I'm so worried." Ann said dryly, "...Hey, Dylan, Nemo says hello. He said you must have a way. Speaking of which, when did you two do this? familiar?"

"Don't ask this kind of thing, you see, I'm pursuing Eddard wholeheartedly now." Jesse glanced at the confused judge knights, and seemed to be interested in removing the soundproofing spell. This thing is a bit of a rush. "Such an obscure-sounding question—"

"Oliver said hello to you too, he smiled and asked you to talk about business." Ann said, "That's what I thought, by the way. Just get down to business, Dylan."

"The identity verification method of Clementine College... I do know, and it can be faked. But like I said, we're going to see the Pope of the Ruddism now." Jesse put on grievances Emphasizing, "I repeat, Pope. Sweetheart Ed and I are not going to see the rabbits on the lawn. Do you think I can leave if we want?"

“…I can assist you, what do I need to do?”

"Good to say." Jesse grimaced at a judgement knight who was staring at him. "I can help those two get two letters of introduction signed by the bishop. As for the origin information... you should be fine with this."

"Hmm." An replied, "Just a letter of introduction?"

"Staff paper, ink, handwriting, signatures, stamps, all the details must match—it's not 'just a letter of introduction,'" Jesse exclaimed, "You know how to make a How difficult is it to get a fake? It’s expensive? And it’s not necessarily possible to create it!”

"Okay, then please. I can get other information about origin."

"Although I'm a little dissatisfied with the way you asked for it, I really like the idea." The smile in Jesse's voice returned. "So I'll get it done in two days and keep in touch."

He ended the communication, then raised his shining blue eyes.

"My dear Ed." Jesse gave a happy smile from the heart, "I can't wait to get back on the team—"

"We need to meet the Pope."

"I know, I know. Trust me, I can."

“…you better not go too far—”

"How come?" Jesse smiled even more, "I'm just going to take you away from here."

He did it once, after all. Jesse hooked Adrian's neck again, released the soundproofing spell, and then rubbed the side of the opponent's neck in the eyes of the gathering.

—then of course he can do it a second time.

A dirt road in the countryside in Alban.

"Dylan's side will take two days." Ann wrapped herself in the groom's cloak, which could not be seen, and threw the whip, and the thin horse pulling the cart snorted. "Looks like it's on time."

It was very lively in the humble wagon. The Fuller Goat took up the majority of the site, with Oliver and Nemo struggling to the side. The grey parrot finally woke up from the coma, lying on its back on the thick wool near the goat's neck and said nothing.

The rest of the space is almost full of books. Oliver's armor and helmet were simply wrapped in sackcloth and tucked into the corner of the carriage. The two put on the simplest civilian clothes, and Nemo even had an illusion—they seemed to be back when they first met Ann.

Now Oliver is opening a book, pressing the whole thing on top of the goat, reading with difficulty in the jolt of the carriage. Nemo watched his lover's face turn from white to blue, looking like he was about to vomit.

"We have to find a... er, a more stable place." Holding down his tumultuous stomach, Oliver spoke bravely.

"No problem, but you don't have much time." Ann said ruthlessly, "I need a few days to prepare our fake identity, other than this, there is only time to rest at night. After all, we can't go through the official teleportation formation now, we can only rely on this broken car - if this horse hadn't suffered a sudden illness midway, it would have barely managed to catch up with the admissions procedures."

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He breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he was almost immediately buried by the falling pile of books. Oliver propped up the pile of books subconsciously, and covered the back of Nemo's neck with his other hand. Only then did he realize the identity of the person in his arms.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

So their leader even forgot the motion sickness and forcibly opened the topic: "Are these books really enough?"

"How much more do you want? These are enough, assuming you can all memorize them." An blocked back, "Your friends are very quick to do things—Grey Fox basically has all the information that can be found outside. Give it. If we do this ourselves, it is estimated that there will be a little more risk of exposing the target of the operation."

She was silent for a moment.

"I respect your secrets." She sighed, "But I have to ask, Oliver, what's up with that gray fog?"

Here, Nemo thought. Easily rescued an old book from the sheep's mouth.

Not a big deal.

Not long ago, after breaking the space crack, he discovered a big problem—

No matter how imaginative he was, the Fuller Goat didn't look like a hidden powerhouse. There was absolutely no way it could get through the crack alive, and they couldn't have wasted time on the way for this sheep. The three stood silently around the Fuller goat, and a shivering crack opened not far away. The scene is indescribably weird.

"I can try." Oliver glanced at the crack, "I always feel..."

He didn't say much, but grabbed the whole dandelion and threw it into the crack. The fresh leaves looked like they were about to pass through the cracks, but they broke into several pieces at the moment of passing and turned yellow.

The rumination of the Fuller goat stopped.

Oliver thought for a few minutes before pulling down a dandelion again. This time he carefully wrapped it in gray mist and threw it in the direction of the crack again. This time the dandelion fell completely to the other side, and after the gray fog dissipated, it still looked emerald green and full of life.

"No problem." Oliver rubbed his hands, "I have the confidence to protect it."

His lover succeeded, and the Tumbleweed did not lose the invaluable member of the Fuller Goat. At that time, An looked like she was going to be choked to death by the question, but at that time they had too many things to do, and the experienced female warrior would not delay the planning process because of her doubts.

And look now - the carriages are bought and the old books are in place. Oliver was still motion sickness, and they had a lot of time to waste.

"I'll explain." Nemo cleared his throat, "Blight Castle stripped Oliver from the surface magic system."

"...Do you speak Common?" Ann asked stiffly.

"Simply put, uh, Oliver's power doesn't belong to surface magic now." Nemo explained a little stumblingly, "Actually, I don't know what attributes his power has, but that power There should be no harm."

"…it's not a question of 'should be harmless', Nemo. You mean his power is neither Abyssal nor Surface now? You..." She swallowed hard Spit, "Do you know what you're talking about? How the **** did you know? Don't tell me the gatekeeper gave you a good lesson."

Feel it. As the source of abyss magic, his judgment cannot be wrong. But if this sentence is said, it sounds more like a lunatic. Nemo shrank his neck, trying to rack his brains to lie—

"Dara Lanene was over there, Nemo told me." Oliver took it straight, "He asked about the gatekeeper's research from Della Lanene. content."

An Yi pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. She jumped into the carriage and started throwing books out—it didn't take long for more than half of the books in the carriage.

"Congratulations." The female warrior said with a sullen face, patting her dusty hands. "You only have two options left."

Oliver and Nemo looked at each other a little nervously.

"I originally thought that Oliver could become a fighter and take the opportunity to learn some command skills and tactics. He was stripped of the surface magic system, ha." She laughed briefly, "I will be killed by Klay. It's not just the horizon, the door professors found out. Listen, Captain, don't use this power on Clemente—and not in front of Lopez, if possible."

"But..."

"It's a completely unknown power, isn't it? If you don't have the ability, this situation is abnormal at best. At most, it will be studied and observed, and it will be locked for a lifetime. But you are very strong-to be honest, than Stronger than any human I've ever met."

The female warrior sighed. "Then you could become the most dangerous heresy in human history."

The two were speechless. Oliver glanced at Nemo, then at his hand, and then even smiled.

"You just said two options." A moment of discomfort, Nemo tried to change the subject, "I definitely can't use power, and if Olly can't use..."

"Yeah, in Alban College, only two majors can recruit students who are extremely lowly in magic. Logistics and nursing." Ann's expression was a little distorted, "Choose, two."

"Which side needs more knowledge to prepare?" Having no concept of the two majors, Nemo can only start from the most practical point of view.

"Care."

"Oli will do the logistics." Nemo said blankly, "I don't need much time to endorse."

But Oliver didn't seem to pay attention to what they were talking about. When he raised his head again, Oliver brought the topic back.

"I don't have a way to completely control this power yet." He said with extra sincerity, "But I will practice carefully... Thank you, Ann."

The female warrior nodded with a livid face, she even seemed a little dizzy and didn't want to say a word. Without looking back, she crawled back to where she was driving the carriage, and the carriage began to move forward again.

The familiar bump reappears. Oliver lowered his head slightly and whispered in Nemo's ear.

"Look, you don't have to be too anxious." Oliver's tone was very calm, he stretched out his hand and really put his arms around the back of the other's neck. "Now I'm a monster too."

"I will always be with you."

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