When the two of them walked slowly along the path, Nemo got out from behind the decorative stone pillar, and the whole person was terribly depressed.

While he was glad that he would still be unhappy because of such trivial matters, at the same time he was anxious about the troubles to come—in fact, to be honest, he did not regret filling out the answer sheet of Abyss Magical Pathology. If it is said that where the most detailed information can be found on this continent, it is the four places of the Abyss Church, the Withering Castle, the Mercenary Guild, and the Clementine Academy.

And two of them have been destroyed by them.

Although Nemo has packed all the information about the Church of the Abyss into his head, but because of its position, it is different from other organizations that are committed to analyzing and eradicating cursed diseases. The point of view of the Church of the Abyss does not count Friendly - Devotees would love to curse to get tougher. To them, Trent blight was just the perfect weapon, and no one cared about how it killed people and how it was treated.

The headquarters of the Mercenary Guild is far away, and the Royal Military Academy of Clement is a very suitable choice. The academy is very closed to outsiders, and he will not have such a good meeting for the second time.

The biggest trouble right now is chasing the horizon behind their ass. Delarion's behavior is so unpredictable that it's hard to say what he'll do when he finds out about them - it's not that Nemo hasn't thought about erasing the demon's memory again, but he's not sure that the demon, who is crazy for knowledge, is finding his memory loss After that, will any precautionary measures be taken in advance. In case Dellalainen really suspects the tumbleweed because of this, the demon will definitely try his best to block them and expose their true strength.

What's more, he didn't come alone this time.

Talbot Vance. Nemo sighed again and rubbed his forehead. He instinctively felt that it was Vance, the mysterious swordsman of the Tin Soldiers Mercenary Corps, rather than a simple name.

etc.

If Oliver's father, Flint Lopez's teacher, is really a superior demon, then everything makes sense. When he and Oliver had just met Baglmore, the parrot had said explicitly that Oliver's father would use the "domination" of the superior demons. According to Ann's explanation at the time, Flint was able to transfer the summoning circle, and it seemed that he also had a lot of research on the theory of abyss magic.

Seeing that Talbot Vance taught Flint more than swordsmanship, Flint should also know the true identity of his teacher.

But humans should not be able to use abyss magic alone. Today's Nemo is very sure of this - either use surface magic to trigger the magic circle of the abyss, or make a contract with the demon, at least use enough demon flesh as a medium.

However, there was no burning magic circle in Oliver's father, and there was no familiar with him. He really cast that abyss magic out of nothing.

Did Flint Lopez really become a demon warlock without obvious alienation?

Nimo pointed his chin, desperately sorting out the information in his mind. If thinking can make a sound, his high-speed thinking should be able to shatter the glass windows of the building in front of him. He just strode forward mechanically, all the way to the reference room.

More than twenty years ago, Talbot Vance himself did not join the army on the expedition, and soon disappeared. Some say he died, some say he had a conflict with Flint Lopez. After a long time, strange sayings appeared one after another, and most people listened to it as anecdotes. All they could be sure of was that Talbot Vance was never seen again in the public eye after the destruction of the Tin Soldiers.

And according to the circumstances when they first met, Vance was supposed to work at the Dawn Tavern. Although Noe City in Garland and Waymark Town in Alban were only separated by a border forest, and they went back and forth for a day at most, Oliver did not know Vance in front of him at all. I don't know if he really cut off the relationship or just didn't know it, Vance did have no contact with the Ramon family.

The mysterious demon reappeared now, but it was mixed with the eccentric Della Laineen.

What happened then?

Never mind. Nemo carefully probed the surrounding situation and quickly got into the library. It is more important to solve the immediate crisis. As for Talbot Vance-since they all sneaked into the academy, the demon should not leave so soon. You can quietly observe each other's situation.

With Nemo's current control, no superior demon can see through his disguise. If Mr. Vance wasn't a nasty freak like Della Layne, they could even talk peacefully. After all, in the legend of the Tin Soldier, the mysterious swordsman has always been a silent and reliable figure. There must be good reasons for Flint to respect Vance as a teacher when he knows Vance's true identity.

The library at Clements College is very large and has a very beautiful crystal dome. The stairs moved regularly, and every corner was filled with the melodious tinkling of gears turning. The interior design of this building is complex and sophisticated, full of ergonomic aesthetics.

It's a pity that Mr. Demon King can't appreciate this beauty right now.

Nemo can indeed detect living things, and he can detect a powerful aura lingering in the corner of the building. Looking at the weird and slow way of moving, it should not be some idle professor, but Ann who is cleaning.

He wanted to meet with Ann first and exchange information, so that the female warrior could also pay attention to concealment. But An's breath was clearly not far away, but he couldn't get past it.

After the fifteenth failure, Nemo silently retreated into the corner of the corridor and sat down slowly against the wall.

Skipping classes was exciting, but how was he going to explain to Oliver that he didn't get anything for two whole hours? Whether it was Ann's or the staff's reference room, he couldn't find either. This place is more labyrinthine than Isamel's Great Labyrinth—the floor plan is clearly in Nemo's mind, but he just can't find the right way.

He had to avoid the surveillance circle all the way, and he was tired. After discovering his identity, Nemo originally wanted to appear more calm and reliable in front of Oliver, but the current development of the situation can be said to run counter to the word "steady and reliable".

I'm idle anyway, let's see where Della Lane is now—

Nemo closed his eyes and let go of his detection. Different from the simple judgment just now, the vast starry sky appeared in his mind.

Then he jumped up like his **** was on fire.

Dara Lanene is here.

He and Talbot Vance are here, just down this corridor. They should have done very strict measures to hide their breath. If they hadn't had another detection method, they might have been misled by them. Since it was in this corridor, this time he would not be able to find it. Nemo nervously straightened his collar, completely wiped out his breath again, and walked very carefully to the room where the two demons were.

This should be a very remote corridor. In a place like Clemen College, which pays attention to rules and cleanliness, the decorative paintings in the corridors are covered with a thin layer of regolith. Nemo glanced at the house number, the description on it was very detailed - the room here is mainly used to store some ancient medical equipment that has long been abandoned.

There is no sound at all, the other party is obviously not leaking. He can easily resolve the abyss magic used for defense, but that will definitely be discovered by two demons.

Dara Lennion should have quickly got rid of their headmaster and came here quickly. Whatever is going on in this room is definitely relatively important. Nemo's eyes swept across a corner of the cobweb, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity hit him suddenly.

Nemo made a neat jump and caught the spider with a web less than half the size of a corn kernel. Maybe he felt something, the spider lay quietly in his heart, motionless.

He has definitely done something similar before.

The eccentric feeling reappeared - a strange intuition emerged from the back of my mind, and knowledge from nowhere suddenly swirled in my mind. Nemo had an idea, a way to make himself a little scared.

He put his fingertips on the small gray-brown spider. Nemo didn't cast any magic, he just obeyed the knowledge of the brain, wrapping it with power and precision.

The spider begins to twist.

Its size hasn't changed appreciably, just changing from a plain taupe to a pitch black. The originally dull and rough abdomen turned into a moist and shiny sphere, a cross-shaped pattern appeared on it, and then began to slide slowly.

It is not a pattern, but a pupil, a small eye is rolling on the spider's abdomen. The power of the spider has not increased, its strength has not changed significantly compared with before, but the breath has completely disappeared. The spider seemed to know what was going on, and its eight thin feet began to move slowly.

Nemo's trembling a little, almost poking the twisted spider on his palm into flesh.

A very dim star lit up in the sky, and he knew very well that a new kind of demon was born.

Nemo tried his best to suppress the shock and panic in his heart, he let go, and sent the transformed spider into the doorway. The little spider seemed to be in a good mood. After it circled in place for a few times, it quickly got into the room.

Because its power is too weak, it is not affected by the layered spells. The black spider moved quickly along the gap under the cabinet, then climbed up the wall from a dark corner and stopped at the position with the best view.

Nemo took a deep breath and ducked back to the corner of the hallway. He leaned against the wall again, covering one eye with his hand, then closing the other.

Darkness comes first with blurry pictures and sounds. After a few minutes, the outlines of things became clearer, and the sound no longer resembled the faint echoes of the cave.

The spider was lying in the corner and did not move, his vision was very stable.

That was indeed the Vance they had seen.

The long gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and the orange eyes were distant and indifferent. The demon was naked, sitting in a metal machine with a complex structure and unknown purpose, staring blankly at the slowly moving mechanical arm.

The hose was wrapped around the cold metal, and the viscous liquid dripped from the long needle at the end of the arm. The sight would definitely make most people rationally uncomfortable, and Nemo shivered instinctively, feeling the goosebumps on both arms.

"It's been a long wait." The woman I saw just now, Della Laineen, said softly, sounding not very emotional. The abyss sage unbuttoned his robe to reveal his chest.

Nemo: "…"

He wasn't quite sure if he should keep reading.

However, it turned out that he thought a little too much - the next second, Della Lennion stretched out his right face blankly and stabbed it into the chest of this flesh. Strangely, only a very small amount of purple-black blood came out of the wound. But even so, the scene was extremely horrific, and Nemo resisted the urge to vomit and forced himself to continue watching.

After a sour sound of flesh churning and bones snapping, Della Reinen pulled out a red orb the size of an apple from her chest. The countless pupils above floated and merged, and were also stained with purple-black blood.

That is the flesh and blood used by the abyss sage for surface possession, one of its countless eyeballs.

The owner of the eyeball just rolled his eyes and closed the everted skin and broken ribs. They recovered as before under the action of the spell, except for the bloodstains on their fair skin, the terrifying scene just now seemed like an illusion.

The "female professor" buttoned the buttons, adjusted her robe, and then threw her eyeballs at Vance, as if it really was an apple.

"Please." Della Lane shrugged, "Why, do you want me to wash it for you? Alas, I don't have many eyeballs here, and I'll have to find a way in a while. Supplements...it's a hassle."

Vance didn't say a word, he frowned and looked at his red eyes—

Then eat it neatly.

Nemo snapped his mouth shut, and this time he almost vomited.

Talbot Vance's expression was very calm, even if the robotic arm suddenly swarmed up and the long needle pierced his body, his face did not change at all.

"What's the trouble?" Della Laineen sighed, unfemininely tidying up her copper red bun. "I haven't seen you like this... You've been holding on long enough, it's pointless. And I'm in trouble here, tsk."

"I'm still alive, so I can continue." Vance replied in a low voice, ignoring the movements of those long needles, as if he had lost his sense of pain.

"No no no. Strictly speaking, you are already dead." The abyss sage shook his finger, "Your body is rotting at the bottom of the abyss, isn't it? It's just that your flesh and blood is still there. Barely able to 'move'. If I fail to provide eyeballs in time for any month, you will lose your energy source and even this piece of flesh will rot away."

She sighed: "Although I usually don't care about this... As a compatriot who has survived for so long, I still have to warn you, it will be more painful than you can imagine."

"I know."

"Trust me, you don't know. I know you're in pain right now, but the pain isn't of the same magnitude as what you're feeling right now...I could kill you right now if you wanted to ... in a completely painless way, of course."

"Not yet."

"Think again?"

"No."

"Okay, the old man is stubborn." Della Lane shrugged and rolled her eyes again.

"It is clear that the main body is stable and old, what are you still obsessed with, Vance... No, O'Lori?"