"Cause and effect, hurry." Seeing that the soldier was getting closer and closer, the two of them moved away from their roommates. Oliver lowered his voice and spoke faster.

"He was very rude to Hayden - my roommate -" Nemo said quickly, "I grabbed his wrist and made him a good apology. Den asked me to go with him, I couldn't turn a blind eye."

"Understand." Oliver said calmly, "What do I need to do?"

"To prevent him from making trouble again, I acted a little more irritable. He also mentioned you - in his eyes, you are a guy who only has a face, and now it's not good to have a technique. "

Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"The situation is special." Nemo said with a stern face, "He brought it up first, I'll just say it..."

"I, cough, understand. It seems that you are not irritable enough, he doesn't look like he intends to expose it. I probably know the situation." Oliver reached out and rubbed Nemo's hair , the tone of voice is increasingly meaningful. "As for the topic of 'technology,' we'll move on to that later."

He lowered his eyes and adjusted his breath. He moved his shoulders slightly, and when Oliver looked up again, Nemo found his lover a little stranger. The usual calm and gentleness on Oliver's face disappeared instantly, and the newly emerged tension was mixed with a little confusion, but it seemed like he was holding on with his last dignity.

Nemo is no stranger to this kind of expression—the way the shopkeepers in Roadmark Town face the tax collector more or less.

"Leave it to me." Oliver said in a whisper when the warrior was a few steps away from them.

"Quentin Leonard." The warrior stopped in front of them, his voice cold. "We're a group, what a coincidence, this—"

"Nimomurkos White." Nemo drily threw out a pseudonym.

"Mr. Leonard." Oliver took a step forward with that complicated expression on his face. "Excuse me, what is your business with us?"

"Relax, I haven't been low-key enough to specifically target two civilians." Leonard glanced at Oliver's face, snorted coldly from his nose, and his breath was obviously relieved. "Take good care of your feral cat, and let him better not scratch people with his claws."

"Oh, he doesn't 'belong to me', Nemo is free to do whatever he wants." Oliver Pi replied without a smile, "I will persuade him well, Ren Mr. Nader. But I have to remind you that he has a really big temper. Since we are fighting together for the next year, as comrades in arms, I suggest—"

"Comrade-in-arms?" Leonard sneered, "Don't you think that when you enter Clement, you can be on an equal footing with everyone?"

Oliver swallowed, his voice a little low. So he cleared his throat and swallowed harder to highlight his "unease". Nemo turned his head, his expression twitching from a smirk.

"At the end of the day, logistics and care are just consumables for the army. Of course, the gold will shine and then be picked up - the rest is just useless sand. Not even magic teaching, 'Comrade-in-arms'?" He grinned mischievously. "You'll know in a while... Let me first say, I won't give you a low score on purpose, but I will never give you the slightest mercy."

"You said it." Oliver forced a hard smirk.

Leonard snorted disdainfully, turned and left. And Oliver rubbed his face, and the slickness that was unique to the bottom-level businessman just disappeared in an instant.

"You know what he's talking about?" Nemo patted Oliver on the back of the head.

"I don't know." Oliver admitted frankly, "but I can see what kind of person he is. Good news, he probably won't bother us in the future. Bad news, he will certainly Pay more attention to us - our Mr. Leonard is not bad, just too young."

Nimo turned to Oliver, eyebrows raised high. He's never been as good at this as Oliver. "How to say?"

"His cloth armor has his own additional magic circle. Plus a social accent, not rough skin, the smell of perfume, and neat and clean nails." Oliver came one by one, "Really The aristocrat, not the nominal aristocrat who was subsidized. And I was a little convinced, and Mr. Leonard did not push him further. I guess he... just lives by the indoctrinated concept, and it is not a bad person. "

Me, Nemo. There were aristocrats like this at the Roadmark Inn before—they didn't make things out of dissatisfaction, they just wanted to see you submissive or miserable."

"But if this sort of thing happens again, I don't think I can—"

"No, your judgment is correct. It's a good choice to be a little grumpy." Oliver leaned forward and kissed the other person's ear. "We're in different situations, and being irritable will save you a lot of trouble. And... the 'technical' part, um, that's it. When the training is over, we'll seriously and thoroughly 'discuss' this issue."

Just as he finished speaking, the loud, amplified voice sounded again.

"No lunch," said the voice, "I'm sure you're all unprepared. This class will last until sunset, and please follow your group to the outermost part of the Great Labyrinth of Isamel. Floor."

The words "no lunch" blew their attention like a thunderbolt, and they both froze in place at the same time.

"There will be almost no notice on the battlefield. Don't be too nervous, we have set up a monitoring crystal ball - if the situation goes out of control, there will be professors and school staff ready to rescue. Strictly limited strength, in theory, there will be no danger to your life. There is no food, and only uniformly distributed weapons are allowed. After sunset, the combat units of each group will be scored, and this score will be included in the score.”

“In addition to therapists, support units, logistics and nursing will be graded by the same group of students. The grades will also be included in the grades at a certain percentage, please also note.”

This time Nemo's attention was finally pulled back first, and he suddenly understood what Leonard meant.

"Isn't it a bit unfair?" He asked his roommate in a low voice when the school staff took away the tools needed for nursing. "Why do nursing and logistics have another score?"

"Because the interchangeability is too strong." Hayden hung the odd-shaped metal utensils into his pockets neatly, "These two professions do not involve magic, and basically anyone can do it. The reason why Clement The establishment of these two majors is just... sigh, let me make an analogy. If you want to temporarily recruit nursing care and logistics from other institutions, one is that the quality cannot be guaranteed, and the other is that the synchronization rate is not good, and you need enough time to run in. "

"So we're... a match?" Nemo smacking his lips.

"Well." Hayden whispered, "after all, each school has its own teaching style, and it is easier for people who come out of a system to cooperate. But it is only possible for us to cooperate with the therapists and the wounded, they Will not deliberately cooperate with us. So the evaluation of the team will also be included in the score.”

The team arrived at the entrance of Isamel's maze. Nemo had noticed it before, but subconsciously regarded it as a garden or something similar. The support staff lined up at the back of the line, and he slipped back to Oliver righteously—

The thick gray-white stone door rumbled and opened slowly, revealing the ruins of an ancient city. The buildings are hundreds of years old - a small part has fallen into a pile, but most of them are still standing strong, barely maintaining the appearance of "city". Trees were growing from all sorts of strange places, and there was even a giant tree taking root on the dilapidated roof of a ruined church.

Cyan creeping vines are everywhere, weeds and shrubs almost submerge the road, and you will be tripped over by stone bricks if you are not careful. From time to time, low-level demons swept through the grass, and the aura of demon beasts and ordinary beasts filled the ruins. A black wall could be seen in the distance, Nemo guessed it was one of the outermost boundaries of the labyrinth.

The messy and huge ruins of the city in front of me are indeed worthy of being called a labyrinth. It's just strange that there are many towering buildings in the ruins, which should be quite eye-catching - but when they were grouped outside, they obviously found nothing.

"Ruined battlefield." The voice that guided them became louder and louder, "There is only one task requirement, get the main snake on the snake's mane lion's head before sunset, and don't kill the snake's mane lion body. The labyrinth is about to close, Good luck to you all.”

"Are you hungry?" Oliver's big roommate stood up first - Elmer scratched his head, a naive smile on his face. "It's almost lunchtime now, Ollie, I'll get the food. How about you set up your base with the team?"

"No problem, but will you..."

"I'm with him." Leonard stood up, "I'll do some environmental investigation on the way."

Oliver chose a small side room in the ruins of the church. The building structure here is relatively complete, and there are some inconspicuous little demons entrenched there, and the soldiers accompanying the team easily drove them away. After neatly disposing of the stinging weeds, Oliver cleared the ground of floating soil and gravel. First, start a fire and use it to boil the animal-repelling soup.

The therapist of their group is a thin young man with a long face. He sits firmly on the floor, bathed in a few rays of sunlight leaking from the roof, and his expression is like a capybara in warm water. .

Elmer came back faster than Leonard, he put his bulging pocket on the ground, and several tubers of plants rolled out of the mouth of the pocket.

"I found hot potato vines nearby, and I caught a few fat four-eyed mice and climbing chickens." Elmer wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Everyone wait a moment. ... Ollie, help." He built another fire and started roasting hot potatoes in batches. Oliver weighed the string of dead chickens and handled them neatly.

"Any help?" Nemo asked subconsciously.

"Sit back." Before Oliver could shake his head, the therapist spoke. "Save your energy, White, and don't trouble me. That's logistics."

Nimo sat back on the floor angrily, staring gloomily at the hot potatoes rolling on the ground. He recalled the food at yesterday's ceremony dinner for a few seconds, showing a regretful expression. But the hot potatoes were good too, he thought in fairness, and cooked with mushrooms very filling and not bad.

"

"Four more." Their commander looked more towards the mage, "Leave two garrison bases and attack the mage...I think, Dave, right? You follow , depending on the situation to support. I can also top half of the attacking mage, it should be fine. "

"Take these." Elmer carefully wrapped the baked hot potato and handed it to the soldiers. "Add some strength on the way."

Oliver is the tallest and strongest roommate in the field, but he does not have a sword. Nemo could detect a bit of bitterness in Elmer's tone.

Five people left, and there were ten left in the house - only half of them were auxiliary units.

"The chicken is ready." Oliver cleared his throat and took out a bowl and spoon from the large logistics backpack. "I still smell fishy on my hands. Elmer, it's your turn, I'll deal with the four-eyed mouse."

The mage and the commander rushed over in silence, while the two soldiers at the door waved their hands and signaled for the logistics to send them over. The therapist is still squinting and soaking up the sun in the old place, unable to tell whether he wants to eat or not.

The air begins to sink into an awkward silence. The mage and the conductor took the bowls, drank the broth silently, and communicated magic theories in a self-talking voice. Elmer served the soup in silence, and only Oliver was still furiously skinning the mouse.

"Excuse me." Nemo couldn't help but speak, trying to drive away the embarrassing atmosphere squeezed from all directions. "Mr. Elmer, I seem to have caught a little snack."

He raised his right hand, and a strange snake with a thick wrist was holding his head and struggling desperately. "Do you think this is edible?"

Hayden let out a scream and crawled away from Nemo on his hands and feet. Elmer looked up at the sound, then frowned quickly.

"Don't move!" he shouted, "Just don't move, Mr. White, that thing is poisonous!"

Oliver paused for a moment on his hand, then calmly resumed the peeling action.

"Oh." Nemo was a little disappointed. He still missed the roast snake meat at the Wright Orphanage. Finding a crack big enough, he swung his arm, just about to throw the snake out—

"It's the snake's maned snake!" The conductor finally raised his head, and then his face turned pale. "Defend now! Auxiliary units retreat, nurse, where did you catch this thing? No, how did you catch this thing?"

"Uh, I caught a lot of snakes when I was a kid, so it's easy." A thin sweat broke out on Nemo's forehead, and his mind instantly turned up the information of the snake-maned lion - he had only seen the portrait of the snake-maned lion , did not recognize the maned snake in time. But even if he has completely figured out the situation now, he can only continue to pretend to be ignorant. "How to deal with it?"

"This is not a real snake, it's a part of a snake mane lion." The commander gritted his teeth, and a spell hit him directly. The snake turned black in an instant, exuding a mushy smell of burnt flesh. "This is a maned snake for hunting and searching. The snake maned lion has found us. Call Leonard and the others back!"

After that, he gave the therapist a look. "Confirm the condition of the nursing care, the maned snake is highly poisonous, even if it is scratched a little by the fangs-"

"Nimo is all right." Hayden's voice was unexpectedly calm and powerful. Before Nemo could react, his right hand was pulled over. "There are no signs of poisoning."

"Very good, just stay vigilant, the target may appear at any time." The commander turned his head and shouted at the alert warrior. "Leonard and the others are still okay, what's going on!"

"They were introduced into the vine swamp by the maned snake, and then the maned snake began to run back." One of the warriors lifted the sword, "It is not life-threatening, but it is difficult to drive in a short time. Come here. Are we going to be tricked by Serpent's Mane? It's like..."

"Don't think about it." The defensive mage on the team interrupted him. "The Serpent's Mane doesn't have that intelligence unless—"

The wall on one side of the wing collapsed and dust splashed. Dust spilled into the soup instantly, and another pot of animal repelling soup overturned all over the floor. A huge lion-shaped beast stood on top of the collapsed ruins, growling low in its throat. It is a full four meters high, and the whole body is gray-green. It really looks like a lion, but those things that look like a lion's mane are all fine and dense snake-like things that sway up and down. One of them was particularly thick, it was about the thickness of a human thigh, and was tightly wrapped around the head of the snake-maned lion.

The main snake designated by the task.

The huge beast opened its mouth, and the turbid and sticky saliva poured directly onto the ground. The hind legs of this snake-maned lion were a little lame, and purple-black blood was still oozing out.

"—Unless it's a leader-level snake mane lion." After the defensive mage finished the second half of the sentence, he looked like he wanted to roll his eyes. "Okay, we're really being calculated by it."

He looked a little shivering, but his movements were not slow at all. With a wave of the staff, the protective cover was quickly released.

"No, we don't have enough manpower." The commander also raised his staff. "Defense first, delay time, wait for Leonard and the others to come back! This is a big guy, friends. It's injured, and we still have a chance—"

Elmer grabbed the short knife that was always in the logistics, and Hayden was unexpectedly calm, he pressed close to the therapist, staring at the person in front of him.

There are only two people who don't fit in with this tense atmosphere—

"Did you find it?" Oliver, who was pushed to the back of the line, asked in a low voice.

"Well." Nemo nodded, "There are two reactions at this level, this thing should be being chased by the other."

"You stay here, I'll go. They are not opponents of this thing - the therapist's strength is not strong, once there are more than two seriously injured people, the mission is over." Oliver pondered For a moment, "...Anyway, our personal grades don't matter, you will cooperate with me when the time comes."

"Okay." Quickly grasping the other party's plan, Nemo quickly kissed the other party's nose. "Go and come back. Do you need me to tell you where to monitor magic and the professors?"

"No. I feel it, and I will avoid it." Oliver smiled quickly. Then he took a few steps back and shouted like he was terrified—

Then run away.

(m..=)