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Nimo stood up in shock and stared into the empty corridor in front of him.

Talbot Vance is the legendary superior demon slayer, and it sounds like time is running out. This was completely beyond Nemo's imagination, who thought Vance was nothing more than a collaborator with Della Layne. Originally, he was surprised by the vague subordinate atmosphere between the two. If Vance was O'Leary, this strange situation immediately became easy to explain.

The conversation in the room continues.

"It's not about obsession." Vance - or the devil O'Lorrie, answered the question casually. "Thank you for your gift, Delarion."

"I don't get into human affairs."

"But this matter has nothing to do with you." Della Lennion snapped her fingers in a good temper, and the cleaning spell brushed the strange metal tool and cleaned the liquid medicine on it. Not left. "I found out a lot about tumbleweeds... Oliver Ramon, the head of the tumbleweed, is the son of your rebellious student."

Vance raised his head slowly, his eyes narrowed.

"It's getting more and more interesting!" Della Lanene was in high spirits, "I was just skeptical...now I'm pretty sure that my memory loss is definitely related to tumbleweed. If not Having encountered something extremely unreasonable, it is impossible for me to specifically start a research project on Lent's blight."

"There are only two victims over the years, Sonia Ramon and her unborn child. The Horizon report is still somewhat useful, they at least confirmed Oliver Ramon for me identity. Now there is only one question - who did it on me."

Vance clenched his fists, looking a little disgusted by the topic.

"I have a guess. No matter who did this, the purpose may be more than just punishment, that guy is consciously protecting someone." Laraine continued quietly. "If not, before erasing my memory, he... or she doesn't have to cut off my information transmission at all, it's enough to hide his face. The other party obviously doesn't want me to reveal the identity of the person who destroyed the castle."

"Are you sure it was done by two people?" Vance finally asked rhetorically.

"The power to destroy the castle is unprecedented, and the use is simple and crude. But the spell I was cast was extremely precise, and it was definitely done by two people."

Nimo clenched his fists, a bit of bitterness in his mouth. Indeed, that was the best way he could think of at the time. He had hoped that Della Reinen would be able to converge because of this, but the form of the other party's convergence was only to retreat behind the scenes, pushing Godwin and Horizon to the front.

He underestimated Della Lane's curiosity.

"Whoever it is, I think that's a serious warning." Vance remained calm, "Your body in Wither Castle didn't even transmit any valuable information, the other party could Totally suppressing a superior demon. I don't think Horizon can handle that."

"Yeah, I think so too." Hearing the clear word "withering castle", the smile on Della Lane's face instantly faded a little. "So I just asked them to gather intelligence on my behalf. As for Godwin Lopez's decision to deal with Oliver Ramon, that has nothing to do with me."

"You're pretty sure he'll do that... In Godwin Lopez's character, after discovering Ramon's power, he'll definitely try to defeat Ramon and send him to a mercenary Guild headquarters. You just want to collect more information about Ramon by the way, so you and I won't use it."

"You don't care? That's Flint's son."

"I don't have the habit of asking my father and son to pay his debts. On the other hand, I really have no interest in him."

"Oh?" Della Lanen posted, "No fun? Even if I can tell you with certainty that after screening all the possibilities, he is most likely the pro The one who destroyed Wither Castle?"

"As I said, I will not interfere in human affairs. His power does not belong to the abyss, and that is enough."

"It's so cold." The abyss sage sighed blankly, as if he was still unhappy about what happened in the Withered Castle. "And what about Nemo Wright, who possesses the power of the Demon Lord?"

Nemo who peeked froze, and the demon spider in the corner of the ceiling almost slipped to the ground with one foot.

"Whether it's Ann Savage or Adrian Cross, or even that parrot, I know their details." The female professor lowered her head and patted the dust on her robe, then sniffed He sniffed the blood-stained cuffs just now, and sprayed some perfume with a disgusted expression. "There are only two people who have always puzzled me—Mr. Wright and Mr. Dylan."

Vance looked silently at the fellow in front of him.

"You don't want to help me play the tumbleweed, that's fine." Della Layne tucked the perfume bottle into her pocket, "At least tell me about the demon's cocoon incident in Roadmark Town, Are you there?"

"Hmm."

"Is Jesse Dillon really the demon in black that you met in the Church of the Abyss that day?"

"I'm not sure, he doesn't have the aura of the abyss." Vance replied quietly, "But I can't see through him, and I can't rule out the possibility that he used some paragraphs or props."

"Then there are only two possibilities, either Jesse Dillon deceived the Rudd by some way and slipped into the castle to save people. Or Nemo Wright came out."

"Wright? If it's just a fragment of the demon king's power..."

"No, I have an idea." Della Lane rubbed her chin and smiled again. "Maybe he's like me."

“…”

"Look, since the Demon King can accidentally create an 'I', why can't he make a second one?"

"I promise you." Vance frowned, "I'll support you when necessary, investigate as you like. But don't forget, Della Lane, we The plan always comes first.”

"Okay, okay, I remember." Della Lane pouted, "Oh, it's really troublesome."

An Gang fastened the broom into the cart, grabbed a damp rag, and saw Nemo floating over from the end of the corridor.

Of course, their leader's lover didn't really float in the air, but just walked like a drunken colt, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

"What's wrong with Oliver?" An asked cautiously, subconsciously shaking the rag.

"Oliver is fine," Nemo said in a dreamy voice, "I'm not fine, just ask me."

"...What's the matter with you?" An helplessly put down the rough cloth that was still dripping.

"First, Della Lanene is here as a female professor. Second, the professor has decided to hire me as an assistant. Second, O'Lorrie is staying with her. , yes, that O'Lori is here too. About his intelligence, we can talk about it later." Fourth, it is very likely that Della Lenien himself was created by him at some point in time, but Nemo But dare not say this.

The female warrior was pinned to the spot by the excessive amount of information for a while, uh, several times.

"I told Ollie, you have to be careful." Nemo murmured in a low voice, "Dara Lane must remember us."

"With so much nursing care, why did that guy choose you to be his assistant?" An keenly discovered the problem.

"I...I answered the part of the abyss magic pathology in the exam..."

Ann's face was visibly gloomy, and she moved her wrist, vaguely wanting to press Nemo's head into the rag bucket.

"It's not a tickle answer, I need to get the information on Trent blight!" Nemo said like a bean, even if Ann's combat power could not pose a threat at all, he still instinctively shrinks He shook his head and tried to explain. "...for Ollie."

Ann raised her head and sighed at the ceiling.

"The information you gave is not trivial. We may need a team meeting." An turned his neck, and his joints made a loud click. "Even if you've already entered here, you can still encounter this kind of thing. Are you...are you sure you don't carry any strange curse?"

Nemo swallowed and lowered his head in guilt.

"It's not impossible." After calming down, the female warrior grabbed the rag again and wrung it out of water. "You two can just put it off for a week."

"But the horizon..."

contacted them."

"So?"

"This weekend is just in time for the monthly maze resets, and each reset will have a few unruly hapless people stuck in for a while. You and Oliver might consider meeting someone next time. Difficult. As for until then, since dear Professor Della Lane has been eyeing you - you can find a way to hide from her and get more information while you can."

“…Ann.”

"Huh?"

"Why do you know so much about the internal affairs of Clementine Academy? You clearly said before that you are not familiar with the city of Clementine."

"Oh." An lowered his head, and the smile on his face disappeared. "There are people I know... who have studied here."

The other side.

Oliver waited patiently for a while, but Nemo didn't show up for lunch. Seeing that lunchtime was coming to an end, Oliver had no choice but to walk toward the dining room regretfully, thinking about wrapping Nemo with some new Sunshine treats.

As for the contemptuous eyes and boos along the way, with a steel heart who has been in the service industry all the year round, he simply ignored them all. After all, the fact that he ran away decisively in the first training has been spread all over the profession, and no one likes a coward, and Oliver understands that.

But most of the students are past the age when they don't like it and go straight to provocation. Apart from the unpleasant whispers and insults, Oliver was very satisfied that there were no practical obstacles in his way to the restaurant. He happily piled the plate full of delicious food, and the Meiji he had reserved for Nemo was ready—

"Oliver." Just as Oliver was about to start enjoying his own lunch, his sturdy roommate pulled out his chair and put down his plate and sat across from him.

I didn't expect someone to talk to him at all, Oliver was holding a piece of beef in his mouth and almost choked himself. "Elmer...?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Ah, uh...I was so scared, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No." Elmer clasped his stout fingers and lowered his voice - even though the food supply had ended, for some reason, the entire restaurant was still full of students. "You and White obviously saved everyone, why do you deliberately cover it up?"

Oliver's mouth was still stained with brown sauce, he was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly. There was no temptation on the other's face, and it seemed that Elmer was very sure of what he said.

"...you see it." There's no point in hiding it.

"Yes. I have to say, you guys did it perfectly." His tall roommate sliced ​​the stew from his plate, his voice barely audible. "But I'm the child of the hunter, and I can see the state of the animals - when the meerkat hit the snake mane lion, although it was only for a moment, it was completely stunned. It didn't look like a reaction after an attack. , more like the shock of being crushed."

"Maybe you have your own problems, and I can understand if you don't want to say it. But I really do care, Oliver. I can't pretend that nothing happened."

Elmer chewed silently for a while, then politely swallowed the food.

"So I can't help but ask... Who are you guys?"

"I don't want to." Oliver was decisive.

Elmer's chewing motions stalled.

"Because I don't want to lie to you." Oliver shrugged, dipped his fork into the soft and juicy meat again, and turned his head to glance at the students who were talking loudly around him. "Although I know it's a bit of a request... well, Elmer, maybe we can make a deal."

Their friendship is still shallow, and their situation is really suspicious. It is a bit too much to directly ask the other party to keep it secret. Elmer seems to be an honest and honest person, and it is very likely that he will agree to this. Oliver doesn't want to take advantage of the other party's tolerance, and it is not his style to use "we saved you" as a reward.

"You help us keep it a secret, I'll teach you swordsmanship." Oliver wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, "Time is limited, I can only teach you the most basic things. But I've seen your fighting moves. You haven't studied the basics seriously, have you?"

Elmer stared at him blankly, then the circles of his eyes flushed red. "God, would you—"

"Wait, wait, don't be so excited." Oliver almost didn't hold his fork firmly, "My swordsmanship is not special..."

Before he could finish, the wall in front of them cracked.

To be precise, it is divided into two halves, slowly retreating to both ends. Countless roulette-like things floated out and neatly floated in the air. The students who had been sitting in the dining hall stood up, and a tidal wave poured in outside the door—mostly senior students, but also their peers.

The big restaurants these days are even busier than mealtimes.

"What's this?" This is obviously not a suitable atmosphere for dining, Oliver stuffed the remaining pieces of beef into his mouth and asked with his cheeks puffed out, his voice a little vague.

"I don't know." Elmer was much more honest. He obediently moved to the wall and decided to squat to enjoy his lunch.

Oliver leaned beside him, holding the Meiji for Nemo, chewing like a hamster. He carefully let go of his senses and listened to the conversations of those students.

"Unfortunately, that team was destroyed in the tomb of the high elves before? I've studied it for a long time."

"It's the team that's gone, and the deputy team leader seems to be going to another Black Badge team. How much did you earn from them?"

"A dozen gold coins..."

"I bet on 'Shadow Snake', the range of activity... Well, if I'm not mistaken, it should be near Kenyatta in Garland. According to their mission information last month, they this month Likely to choose a low-key and safer mission. Fifty silver coins, that's all."

The roulette wheel keeps spinning and does not mean to stop.

"Then I bet—"

"I see." Elmer bit his fork and poked Oliver right in the shoulder. "It's Calamity Roulette, I've heard people say it."

"What?" Oliver looked at the wheel closest to them. Unlike those in casinos, these roulette wheels have inner and outer circles, with the mission danger level, impact size and city name written respectively, and the city name is constantly flashing and changing. A round black ball kept rolling along the circular track, making a clicking sound.

A brass box with an opening is embedded under the roulette wheel, which is marked with the danger level, the team name, the number of players and a monetary figure. Students wrote messages on parchment slips, signed them, and dropped them into the openings of the boxes.

A few seconds after the note was put in, the amount number flashed, and the amount became a little bigger.

Those danger levels may seem familiar, but it doesn't matter, it's like…

"Gambling?" Oliver swallowed his last food forcefully, "Gambling with the Black Badge Team... Gambling?"

"That's right." Elmer put down his plate as well. "I've heard of it, it seems to be a regular project of Clementine Academy. After all, the Mercenary Guild is reluctant to publish the black seal information to other organizations. I guess this is to train our intelligence gathering and analysis skills in disguise - after all, we have to guess right. The specific movements and action goals of the Black Badge teams are still very difficult."

"I guess. The more dangerous the black badge, the fewer people betting, and the higher the reward?"

"It seems so."

Oliver stood up, he hugged Meiji’s rows of roulettes and looked over, and finally found his goal—

[Tumbleweed, snake class, 5 members. 】

[Current bet: 000]