The attack, but the mouth did not stop. "So, what are you two going to do?"

Nimo scratched his nose and turned his eyes to Oliver.

What they want to do is actually pretty clear. Send these hot-blooded peers to a relatively safe place, even a safe place in the heart of the labyrinth. At this point, Nemo doesn't think they'll be able to keep their identities under wraps - Horizon will definitely find the tumbleweed as a wonderful hiding place after they've escaped, and it's a matter of time before Clementine finds out about it.

These young people are currently unable to communicate with the outside world. They don't have any reason to hide it, nor do they need to tell it sincerely, just let it flow.

Oliver's thoughts were obviously the same as him - in the face of Leonard's questioning, he laughed a little embarrassedly. He took off the big bag on his shoulders and began to dig out his modified light armor.

So Nemo took over: "I can't stand it anymore, come and help."

This is a hard truth. The second that Quentin Leonard fell into the vortex, Nemo detected the location of the noble warrior—the hapless little noble fell deep into the labyrinth, and several powerful auras were active in that area. According to Leonard's strength, let alone waiting for the school's rescue, he was able to survive even tonight.

At that time, the group they were in was operating in the outermost layer of the Isamel labyrinth. The professors and other combatants in the academy were able to arrive quickly. It is undoubtedly a stupid thing to expose the strength and the identity of the black seal here. . Nemo and Oliver originally planned to have a relatively reasonable death, hiding in a certain layer of the maze for a while, and then when they matured, they rushed directly to the maze to escape from the academy.

Clemen College would honestly detect their tracks, and by the time the people at the college reacted, they would have rushed into the same city magistrates' court - assuming they were able to get rid of them in time Threats on the horizon.

According to Godwin Lopez's cautious style, this will only happen once. So they'd better hold the initiative firmly, but...

Leonard is not stupid and asking for trouble. Although this young aristocrat has an unpleasant personality, in the end he doesn't have many bad intentions. What's more, after that, several hot-blooded young people kept up without thinking, and took the initiative to throw themselves into that terrible place. Under the premise of being able to rescue easily, in order to master the rhythm of action, seeing these young people die - Nemo didn't think he could do such a thing.

Unfortunately, Leonard apparently took that explanation as pure rhetoric. His eyebrows rose for a moment and went straight to the hairline. After more than ten seconds of silence, the noble warrior snorted coldly, with disbelief written all over his face. "Wilhelm...well, I still believe Hayden and Elmer came to help, just you?"

Elmer sharply smelled the air of contempt. The big young man took a step forward and tried to divert the topic: "This is not the time for pure chat, Mr. Leonard. While it is important to relax, it is also necessary to investigate the surrounding situation... Miss Lawler, you seem to know Mr. Isamel very well. Labyrinth? Do you know where we might be?"

After saying that, Elmer hesitated for a moment, put down the backpack behind him, and pulled out a long sharp hunting knife. He touched the knife distressedly, and then held it tightly.

Nemo stopped the conversation cooperatively.

He knows the answer.

The vortex had already closed behind them. At present, the area where they are located is very close to the heart of the labyrinth, and the magical fluctuation of the air is strong and strange, making people feel a kind of discomfort like hypoxia. According to this depth, it would take at least half a month to find people in the academy.

All communication links belonging to surface magic are ineffective here, the academy can only track the locator on the students' uniforms - which are sewn from the hard leather of some special inferior demon , able to leave a little trace under the powerful magic fluctuation.

However, there is Bagelmore on Ann's side, and Nemo himself is by Oliver's side, so they can naturally use the communication line dominated by abyss magic. As for Jesse Dylan and the Knight Commander - Nemo doesn't believe that this thing can really cut off Jesse's communication. That annoying shiny creature would love to put a permanent communication array on their heads so that not a single word of their chatter would be dropped.

If another knowledgeable mage student is here, maybe they can find a clue. As a world-class puzzle, the Isamel Labyrinth is still too complicated for students of other majors.

"I don't know." Marilyn shook her head calmly and admitted generously. "My knowledge is limited to paper, and this is what I read in the library."

On the other side, Oliver finally hung up the long logistic uniform on the bush, and fastened the last buckle on the black light armor. He grabbed the ukulele that Nemo had given him, and slowly drew out the sword of rest, pinning it around his waist.

Leonard was not really distracted by Elmer. He looked up and down Oliver's outfit, his face getting darker and darker.

Maybe he felt the other party's unkind gaze, Oliver scratched his head, or planned to explain: "We are really just here to help..."

"Even if it's good intentions to do something bad?" Leonard narrowed his eyes and cut off the wet creeping vines tangled in front of him. "You have 'good intentions', so even if I give up my life to cause trouble, I have to be grateful to Dade, is that what you mean?"

"Actually I—"

"I can see that the sword is not made by a serious weapons dealer, right? It's very rough." The noble warrior pointed out mercilessly. "As for the armor... the material is not bad, but it has been changed to half-useless. The defensive magic pattern is completely broken, and the protection that covers the vital points is roughly torn off, like a dragon chewing it and spit it out. . You were ashamed of your desertion last time, I understand that, Mr. Byrne. But it's no joke."

The end of the sarcastic words landed, Leonard turned beautifully, and his broad sword slashed another bunch of creeping vines that were squirming and approaching.

"Mindless courage won't wash away your reputation, on the contrary, such foolhardy behavior will make it worse."

"..." Oliver's explanation got stuck in his throat. He thought for a few seconds, poked Nemo in the waist, and lowered his voice. "Did I really change the armor to look ugly?"

"It's alright, I think it's handsome." Nemo whispered comfortingly, "Relax, Ollie—if people can still see what it looks like, you'll be slapped as soon as you go out. Take it from the street."

"Don't say that." Seeing Leonard's tone getting worse and worse, Hayden finally spoke. The dwarf nurse grabbed a section of the truncated creeping vine and skillfully squeezed the juice into the glass bottle at his waist. "Actually, in front of the maze, the difference in strength between everyone might be negligible—one more person means more paths. Nemo's level is still very good." He glanced at Oliver a little indifferently.

Oliver swallowed and chose to remain silent. He and Nemo held the left side of the team, but unfortunately the carnivorous plants frequently attacked from the right side, tacitly ignoring them both. These things are not strong, so they have no intention of interfering with the battle of their companions.

This is a real battlefield. When there is no fatal danger that the difference in strength is too great, the battle is good for these young people.

Elmer and Leonard became the main fighting forces, the cold light of broadswords and hunting knives split the air, and all the malicious touches were cut into dark green mud. Their hard work paid off, and they quickly found a dry stone platform near the rock wall. There were no weird snakes or colorful fat poisonous insects lurking on it, and it looked very suitable for camping.

Six people climbed to the stone platform in silence, indenting the connection between the stone platform and the stone wall. Elmer put down his hunting knife, rubbed his wide pairs, and began to pull the tent cloth embroidered with the circle of concealment from his backpack. Leonard inserted his broadsword into the stone platform, and the blade smashed the stone platform lightly—as if what they were walking on was not a hard stone slab, but a large piece of hard cheese.

It seems that he is extremely dissatisfied with his behavior along the way.

Nimo finally sighed. Now the members of this temporary team are emotionally stable, the environment is comfortable, and there is nothing too powerful nearby to take a walk. Maybe it's time for them to get their minds and the air out-

"A real swordsman is not attached to armor or weapons." But before he could speak, Leonard continued. "Since you've studied tumbleweeds, you should know—they did stop the war in Forest Town, and the regiment commander didn't wear any armor or even a decent weapon. That sword collapsed at the end of the war, But they still won. That's the real swordsman."

"How do you know that?" Nemo asked in shock, swallowing the sentence of explanation with difficulty. He nearly choked on his own saliva. "No, no. What do you mean by 'you studied tumbleweed', Ollie?"

"...this is a long story." Oliver's voice was a little floating. In a sense, Leonard was right, he did not have armor at that time, and the weapon was the standard silver sword that the knight commander had seized. But the reason is not the character of a swordsman, but a simple word for "poor".

Oliver was a little speechless, not even daring to look at Leonard.

He is guilty.

"My chef always likes to order smoked fish from Sen Town. The grocer who delivered to my house happened to be there when this happened." Leonard sneered, "It's all a bit of a mess. Terrible fake news, that team is a real team of heroes. Gossip and gossip is not intended, just the opposite of some people - yes, Mr. White, your lover claims to be a researcher of tumbleweeds, trying to Gambling for a small profit. But if I tell you, it's just those fake news..."

"Have you said enough? Barabara is endless." Marilyn interrupted the little noble impatiently after cleaning her pair. "Everyone needs a quiet environment to rest, not to listen to your speech. No matter what the movement is, Oliver Byrne is here now, can you make a vortex with your tongue and throw him back?"

She glanced in Oliver's direction casually, and her eyes stayed for a few seconds in confusion - the notorious deserter in the freshman actually had an attitude of not entering the oil and salt, and his face was a little red. .

His handsome lover pointed his chin, pondered for a moment, and moved closer. Muttering something in his mouth.

"Gambling? We can't go back and collect the money anyway, don't you..." Nemo said almost angrily, raising his chin at Elmer.

"Hmm." Oliver nodded slightly. "Nemo, why don't we force the big guys around first. There's a lot of food nearby, and this is an ideal campsite... It's too embarrassing to admit your identity now."

"No problem, no problem." Nemo secretly glanced at Leonard who shut up for a moment, the noble warrior was holding back his neck red. "But we'd better find an excuse to go together. I have a very serious concern."

Perceiving the seriousness of Nemo's tone, Oliver's expression quickly turned serious. "how?"

"There are demons here, this is not an accident." Nemo also completely stopped the joke.

"But part of it...they don't look any different from surface creatures."

Inside Clements College.

Old Salter was in a terrible mood.

This is a very sensitive period, and the freshmen in the college choose to have this kind of thing happen at this time. If only one or two were missing, it would be easy to deal with, but six people are a bit exaggerated, and it can be called unique in school history.

There is also a young man who was originally scheduled to be transferred to help Madame Mandy, and the Viscountess will definitely be unhappy because of it. There is only one who can barely call it good news—there is only one noble among the six missing people. Even if things develop to the worst point, the situation is not out of control, and the process will be troublesome at best.

Headache.

The old principal almost straightened every wrinkle on his face. With a cold face, he unfolded the parchment scroll with the gold paint in front of him, and then his face wrinkled even tighter.

"Where did they get the news?" He frowned and looked at the assistant standing beside him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Salter, that is—"

"It's the horizon after all, I know." The old man snorted coldly, "Isn't Godwin Lopez the fiancé of His Royal Highness Delia? Come here at such a time …what."

"They have the permission of His Royal Highness Aldric and have offered to assist us in rescuing the missing students. Godwin Lopez has only one request, he wants to see all of our new students' profiles. permissions."

"Well." Salt knocked on the cigarette stick, "Since there is no proper reason for refusal, yes, I agree. Give him the information."

"That's fine." The old man casually looked out the window, "I've always been curious about Lopez's true position, it's time to take a closer look at him."