Screams, blood splashes, and dark faces full of killing intent.

Oliver frowned while half asleep, and subconsciously stretched out his arms to his side, but he didn't touch his lover's warm body like he used to. As if countless ice chips exploded from the depths of his mind, he immediately burst into a cold sweat. Before his mind was completely clear, Oliver's body moved first - he rolled over and got out of bed, almost instinctively retracting into the corner like a cat. The whole process took less than two seconds, and his two arms were already in a defensive posture in front of him, perfectly protecting his heart.

He held his breath and hid for a moment before his thoughts began to turn slowly.

Daytime memories slowly emerged from the depths of my mind. Yes, he visited their new campus and came back for a brief exchange with Nemo for about half an hour—and together they laughed at Baglmore's new look before Nemo's roommate returned. Oliver looked at the dark and empty room in front of him, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a wry smile.

It's over. Oliver sighed and rubbed his face vigorously. The wither castle has disappeared, he has left that hell. But those clips about death still visit his dreams from time to time, and Oliver occasionally wakes up from his dreams—only a few days ago, he could hug Nemo in the next second and fall asleep again with the breath of his lover.

And today he only felt a piece of ice. Hazy, he almost regarded this reality as a dream again.

Habits are a terrible thing, Oliver thought. Instead of turning on the light, he sat where he was, digging his fingers into his sweat-soaked hair. He probed unskillfully, and then felt the familiar breathing and even the small snoring of Baglmore from two doors away.

Nemo is still sleeping, all is well.

Nimo doesn't need to know this, he can get rid of the influence of this sooner or later. Oliver moved his shoulders and finally decided to stand up—thankfully his roommate wasn't there. I have made a lot of noise myself, and the class will officially start tomorrow, and it is not a good thing to make a noise with others.

The College has no mandatory first night accommodation. Many people came with relatives and friends, and the academy will be officially closed tomorrow, and many people will choose to spend one night with relatives and friends in a nearby hotel. Clement College has prepared all the details so well that students don't even need to pack their bags in advance, just come back in the morning to change clothes and get their books.

My roommate is also one of them. Since the ceremony dinner, the big young man left the main force early, and that was the last time he saw each other so far.

However, he put one hand on the floor, and before he could exert any force, the dormitory door slid open silently. Oliver's back burst into hot sweat, and his left hand directly grabbed the ukulele not far away, almost subconsciously pulling out the Sword of Rest.

His bulky roommate was standing in the doorway, mouth slightly open.

It was the early morning, and the soft light of the corridor threw into the door, which was not dazzling, but could also reflect the things in the room clearly enough. The big young man who fought for Nemo at the ceremony was standing at the door, silently looking at his roommate who was sitting in the corner in the middle of the night.

Oliver coughed twice, put down the ukulele in his arms, and quickly stood up straight.

His new roommate is indeed quite big, just sitting is very intimidating. Oliver roughly estimated that the height of the big young man was definitely more than two meters. The opponent's muscles were also exaggeratedly strong, almost bursting out. Oliver didn't consider himself thin, but he was almost slender in front of this one.

Since both are awake, there is nothing to worry about. Oliver lit the magic lamp and continued the embarrassing stare.

The big young man stood so quietly at the door that he almost blocked the door. Oliver took a breath, adjusted his nightgown, and walked forward first.

"Oliver La... Byrne." He coughed again and stretched out his right hand, "I don't seem to have formally introduced myself, I remember you are, uh..." On the metal sign at the door 's name popped into his head, and Oliver froze in embarrassment.

"Oliver Elmer." The big young man smiled instead, showing his white teeth. He held out a big hand and shook Oliver warmly. "I'm used to it, don't mind—or I'll call you Oliver and you'll call me Elmer."

"Thanks, Elmer." Oliver staunchly smiled, "I still have something to do here, maybe I won't be able to sleep in a while. It's getting late, do you want to rest first... "

"Exactly." Elmer shrugged, "It's four o'clock, and I have to clean up early. If you're awake, my soundproof circle just happens to save. When you're going to sleep Say hi to me, how about that?"

Oliver glanced at the time, it was indeed about four in the morning. He didn't know if he could fall asleep again, so he could only nod his head first.

What Elmer is wearing now is not a uniform, but a simple burlap shirt. It was so wet that it was almost dripping with water, and it gave off a lot of sweat. The big young man seemed to have just returned from a vigorous exercise outside, and his whole body was radiating heat, and when he turned around, Oliver noticed the giant sword behind the opponent - but even if the light was dim, he could immediately distinguish it. its material.

A wooden sword.

Oliver was silent, his roommate was carefully packing his luggage next door. Even knowing that Oliver was awake, his movements were still light. In order to show that he really did not mean to fall asleep, Oliver simply picked up the piano again and played the tune that Nemo taught him jerkily.

"Playing well." Obviously aware of Oliver's meaning, Elmer's voice was full of smiles. The movement on the opposite side suddenly became louder, listening to the rhythm of the sound, Elmer packed up a lot faster. "Oliver, listen to your accent... you're Alman, aren't you?"

"Well, from a small place." Oliver took his origin lightly. "Thanks to the support of the bishop."

"Me too." Elmer took it naturally, unaware of the abnormality. "But I... I'm not that good, and our family has paid a portion of it at their own expense."

"Did you go to practice swords just now?" Oliver decided to drop this dangerous topic, and he asked casually. "I see that you are carrying a sword. We also have swordsmanship classes in our logistics?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, my magic power is actually... justified, but it's definitely not a genius. Our place is small and the number of places is limited. But here, if you practice hard, maybe you can be recruited by some noble master. At least...at least, I can be a bodyguard or something."

Oliver stopped playing, he didn't know what to say for a moment. Elmer is definitely not weak enough to be admitted to Clement College, but...

"My brother is the real genius." Elmer's personality is equally cheerful, and this time he has completely opened up the conversation. "It's a pity that he, er, for some reason, can't study. He paid for my tuition with his wages. If he can find a family who can take care of me as soon as possible, Hamlin won't have to work too hard."

"Wages?" Oliver couldn't help answering.

"Yeah! Don't look at my younger brother, he is very powerful. He told me that he had a good job in the Rad School, alas, if it weren't for Hamlin... Not very good, how could it be my turn to be here? To be honest, if his leg can be cured, even if I go to the wharf to carry the goods, I will have to hand over him as a powerful warlock, and now..."

"Have you tried going to a therapist?" Nemo could not be sure, maybe he could discuss it with his lover, Oliver thought. If the situation is really bad, they might be able to help.

"It's useless, I've looked for it. You see, I'm twenty-four, this is the last year I can put it off." Unfortunately, Elmer quickly interrupted his thinking , There was a bit of a wry smile in the tone of the big young man. "To be cured, the body has to theoretically 'exist in a healthier state'. But that's not the case with Hamlin, he...he was born that way, and God made him that way from the beginning. Isn't there a saying? People born with abnormal strength always have irreparable defects in their bodies. Occasionally, there will be a few lucky people who are not disabled, but my Hamlin is not so lucky."

"...I'm sorry," Oliver whispered, fiddling with the strings.

"It's okay, don't take it to heart, just chat casually." Elmer's voice became cheerful again, "It's not that there is no such precedent, maybe things will turn around. You see , Leaving aside the ending, is the same with the Lopez brothers?"

Oliver nearly plucked the strings. "What?" His voice got louder.

"You don't know? Ah, yeah, you probably didn't care about that." Elmer sounded excited, "I adore Flint Lopez, he's really good You know, he dropped out of school before he even reached our level—that's what my neighbor's senior told me, absolutely true."

"Oh, oh..." Oliver responded weakly, pouring himself a glass of water. "and then?"

"The two brothers encountered difficulties. The bishop who had been supporting his brother died unexpectedly, just in time for the Radical Reformation, and no one took over the matter for a while. In order to provide for his brother Read on, Flint Lopez dropped out of school to start the Tin Soldiers, doing missions to earn money. You should know the rest, the Tin Soldiers Mercenary Corps is a legend—"

Oliver swallowed a sip of cold water numbly. "I've heard a bit about the tin soldier. Then again, what happened to his...his brother?" He was a little curious about what kind of person Godwin Lopez's father was.

"His younger brother is also very good, and Emmanuel Lopez directly climbed up the position of the judge knight, and the reputation is very good. The judge knight! I have never seen that kind of status As for the people who are here, I'm on top. Little Lopez - oh, it's Emmanuel, I heard that he respects his brother very much. It's a pity that the ending of both brothers is a bit inexplicable, alas. Little Lopez died of a sudden illness. Lopez is missing, hopefully he's still alive."

Placing the water glass in his hand gently on the table, Oliver lowered his eyes and his right hand trembled slightly. "...hope."

"Hamlin is also working in the Rad School now, and I heard that the pay is very good. So I have to work hard, maybe we can make a little of it. Well, I'll pack up Now, take a shower and go to sleep...Aren't you going to sleep yet? The sun is coming out soon."

"Right now." Oliver stepped barefoot on the rug and pressed his knees onto the bed. "Speaking of which, what kind of work does your brother do in Rad Sect?"

Maybe Mr. Clos knew him, Oliver grinned, trying to use this thought to pull himself out of the bitter grief.

"He didn't mention it much, he said he had confidentiality requirements. I heard someone say once in a while that he seemed to be working in a choir or somewhere." Elmer said cheerfully, "The Radda 's internal regulations... I'm not sure about that. But 'choir' sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Sounds good." To be honest, Oliver didn't know the choir job, and he threw himself on the mat, trying to find some other distraction. "I'm going to bed, good night."

"Well, good night." Elmer replied happily.

And there is no peace on the other side.

Nimo wakes up early, the habit is terrible, he is not used to falling asleep alone. He yawns, pulls back the bed curtain, and finds his new roommate standing upright outside his bed curtain.

Mr. Demon King was almost scared back into bed by the great Hayden Wilhelm. Nemo uh for a long time, still failed to squeeze something out of his groggy head. And the thin young man glanced at the parrot sleeping soundly beside Nemo's pillow, and lowered his head again.

With Hayden's movements, his hair shook slightly, and a dazzling blue-purple appeared on his forehead. After hesitating for ten seconds, Nemo's new roommate finally spoke up.

"I-I want to talk to you, okay? White... no, Nemo?"

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