Jesse approached the makeshift tent humming a little tune, lifted the curtain, and burrowed in carelessly.

This should be a makeshift resting place for the horizon, usually for frail people who are injured or ill while traveling. This time Horizon took a safe route and no members were injured. This tent should have been prepared for those students.

It's a pity that the students firmly stayed on the tumbleweed and did not move their nests. Right now, the tent was empty, with only a guard soldier and Adrian Cross who was reading with his head down. The former knight commander was not tied or handcuffed, and a binding circle loomed at his feet. The Horizon Warrior next to him did not underestimate the enemy because of this. The big man was tense, blood vessels protruding from the surface of his muscles, and the whole person looked like a long wooden peg that was hammered into the soil.

"I'm back, Ed." Jesse blew a kiss to Adrian who was in the chair, making a loud tut.

The former knight commander raised his head, his face was calm: "Oh."

"Those students are all right, Horizon has confirmed this, you can rest assured. Alas, the regimental commander probably only sees you as a swordsman instructor, why are you still thinking about the work of a consultant What? Tumbleweed has long since lost its reputation, you don't have to stay here as a hostage and maintain our non-existent reputation."

"Sincere attitude is still very important." Adrian closed the book.

"Your students are fighting with Godwin Lopez, don't you want to watch the fun?"

Adrian thought for a while and stood up from the simple wooden chair. The warrior of the horizon shuddered, the metal armor rubbed a few dull sounds, and the sword he raised. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Cross. The commander's order hasn't come down yet..."

"Students are safe, and our people are not running away. It doesn't make any sense for me to stay here." Adrian Cross sighed softly, "I have more important things to confirm, I hope you understand...I'm sorry."

The soldier glanced at Jesse out of the corner of his eye, as if estimating the possibility of him rushing up to attack and save people. But the blond young man just folded his arms and his tone was gentle and provocative. "Want me to save you, Ed?"

Adrian was unmoved, he placed the closed book on the chair, and then moved his toes - accurately crushing the key circuit of the circle. The flickering restraint array suddenly extinguished, and a small explosion raised low flying dust. Just as the soldier was about to set off to attack, the black figure that had been quiet like a dead body disappeared instantly, followed by a dull pain in the back of the neck.

There is no magic fluctuation, the other party did not use any form of magic, however…

His vision darkened instantly.

Adrian silently carried the fallen warrior and carefully laid him to the ground, making sure that the fainted warrior would not be injured by the collision. After doing all this, he brushed off the floating soil on the black monk's uniform and walked quietly towards the entrance of the tent.

"You're so rude." Jesse whistled. "I thought you'd just wait for Godwin to let him go."

"I need to confirm Mr. Ramon's character at all times. Fighting and fighting are very good observation channels."

"Oh...but you didn't hesitate in your attack just now, you still have a little bit of bad in your bones."

Adrien let out a rare smirk, not much sarcasm, helplessness accounted for most of it. Jessie seemed to be in high spirits as she circled each other intentionally or unintentionally like a giant bee.

It's a pity they only caught up to the end of the battle.

The stone platform has basically been destroyed, and the sword of residual fire is nowhere to be found, and their leader is running to the edge of the stone platform. Godwin took a page of parchment from his pocket and ignited it neatly with magic. The soft glow of healing spells swept across his entire body. After the hazy radiance dissipated, the spirit of the head of Horizon looked much better.

Godwin Lopez hesitated for a while, seemingly struggling to draw his sword again—in the end, the holy sword lay obediently in its scabbard at dawn. He didn't take a fighting stance, and followed Oliver with relative ease.

Oliver doesn't look so calm. In a certain dignified, unceremonious style... he ran away, past Ann and back to Nemo.

"We have to be completely unified, and we can't make any mistakes." After stopping, Oliver whispered.

Nimo was still holding the grey parrot, and he was immersed in the shock of Jesse's little story. He stared blankly at Oliver, making a few pointless uhs.

"Be sure to stick to what the demon believers say. After all, the Wither Castle thing is so big, Godwin can't be fooled. Now my behavior can be explained by nervousness." Oliver spoke quickly .

"Well...then use this guy as an excuse to get stronger." Nemo shook the gray parrot, who was still shivering. "Besides, with that staff, it should work."

"It's getting stronger?" Oliver looked suspiciously at Baglmore, who was trying to shrink himself into a ball for a few seconds, "Well, it seems a little bit, I didn't notice it before."

The grey parrot let out a small whimper of grievance.

"You don't need to run so fast, Mr. Ramon. I'm not qualified to interfere with your love life." Godwin approached, his tone very calm. Oliver, with his back to Godwin, gave a dry laugh as he turned and held on to Nemo's one without his parrot.

"How do you say, you just looked like my dad for a moment. After all, Nemo's identity is, uh, a little special, but he's definitely not the kind of person who hurts people for fun-"

Nimo cooperated to keep silent and stood there obediently, but his eyes were still a little erratic.

"What are you talking about?" Godwin raised an eyebrow.

Oliver closed his mouth momentarily and stared warily at Godwin's mouth.

"I know he's a demon believer. To be honest, I don't agree with your choice. I'm just surprised because... Mr. Dylan said, do you like men? , Mr. Ramon?"

I never thought that the other party's first point of attention was this, Oliver's eyes became as blank as Nemo: "Probably."

"And you are serious." Godwin's eyes swept across the two clasping hands, and there was no doubt in his tone, but there was still a sense of surprise.

"Yes." Oliver's tone instantly firmed up, and Nemo nodded quietly.

"Marriage level...serious?"

Nemo subconsciously turned his gaze to Oliver. The strong unknown was squeezing his heart, and he was stiff, unable to give a definitive answer about the future.

"We haven't been in love for long." Oliver scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I don't know if we can make it to the end, but I will definitely work hard in that direction."

Sure enough, Nemo sighed in his heart. Oliver definitely thought about his identity too, yeah, maybe when they find out the truth—

"I mean... if two people want to live together, they have to get used to it. Nemo may not have had time to discover the flaws that I made him intolerable." Oliver's grip tightened." There's no guarantee that there will be no friction, right? But at least for now, I can't find anything I don't like about him, and I hope he does too."

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Even though they have been together for so long, even after they have gone through so much, he firmly believes that he has figured out who the other is. Oliver Ramon will always surprise him, and not once, even once, has let him down.

The strong unknown did not dissipate, but the pain of being squeezed in the heart no longer existed. Nemo let go of the parrot, pulled Oliver's face directly, and gave him a deep kiss that was enough to suffocate.

"Me too," he whispered as they parted breathlessly. "Always like this."

Godwin's face was a little blue, and he was not particularly used to seeing someone who looked like him kiss another man. The head of Horizon let out a violent cough, which just interrupted the sticky gaze of the two.

"According to the teachings of the Radians, Dinni will not cast aside you, but will not bless you. But your choice is your choice, Mr. Ramon, I have no right to say more. ' said Godwin dryly.

Godwin didn't catch up just to talk about this, Oliver could feel his heart beating fast after the hair-raising joy. Sure enough, the next highlight is coming.

"According to my custom, I should have fought with Mr. Wright to find out his details. Based on his resume, I can only confirm that he is not a superior demon. His actions are completely inconsistent with his superiors characteristics of the devil."

Godwin fixed Nemo's silver-gray eyes sharply.

"Yes, I am a demon believer." Nemo's expression stiffened, and his momentum was gone. He picked up the slumped grey parrot, held it up to Godwin, and muttered flatly. "This is my familiar."

Bagelmoru looked at the Horizon Head with his small eyes, his eyes slipped from the holy sword, and his voice was as flat as its owner.

"I am a parrot," it said.

Nemo, Oliver, and Ann, a few steps away, looked at it at the same time.

"No, I'm a super devil." The grey parrot shrank. "Let's go... I'm lost, I'm sorry."

Seeing that the other party was not nervous, Godwin couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. The bird-shaped demon in front of him didn't have the courage unique to the strong at all, but looked more like a frozen partridge. "I won't attack Mr. Wright, but I need your oath, Mr. Ramon."

Oliver swallowed.

"If you are willing to make an oath that Mr. Wright is definitely not a demon warlock, and that he will not harm innocent people. Then I can... no longer pursue his specific situation."

Godwin decided to trust himself and handed over the responsibility. Oliver thought he should be moved, but he couldn't laugh or cry at this moment-his cousin just planned to extend a friendly word to him, and he was about to take advantage of it in person.

Strictly speaking, Nemo is not a demon warlock.

On the other hand, he does make sure that Nemo doesn't hurt the innocent.

"I swear." Oliver took a deep breath, "I swear by everything I have."

"Very good, then now we should discuss the distribution of force, we need to leave this place as soon as possible." Godwin expressionless, nodded slightly. "According to the last experience, we'd better divide at least five squads in advance and fight in a circular manner. I don't know how much you know about this space..."

"Thank you for Nemo, Godwin... no, brother." Oliver suddenly bowed his head and saluted, interrupting Godwin.

The other party seemed to be shocked by this name, and looked a little dazed for a while.

"Ann, I don't know how you got in, but I guess we can't use your route to get out. Or you would have come to propose, didn't you?" Oliver looked a few steps away A female fighter who looks obviously worried.

"Yeah." Ann glanced at Godwin and nodded briefly. "There are too many people, it will definitely be detected immediately, and the road is easy to control."

"When I just fought Gord... brother, I probed the space structure here - here is a big cube made of several cubic spaces, and that ball is the heart of this space , it should be right. It may be because the maze is being reconstructed recently, and some parts of the space are particularly weak." Oliver cleared his throat and gestured. "I want to try it out, maybe I can do it."

"This guy doesn't matter?" Ann raised his chin in Godwin's direction, and Godwin narrowed his eyes a little out of the way.

"I don't want to lie to him now." Oliver sighed softly, he had just made an oath to Godwin, an oath similar to that made to Adrian Cross. Maybe he needs to reassure more people about it in the future.

And the strength to prove this guarantee is not a lie.

Oliver took out the sword of rest that had been hanging from his waist, was silent for ten seconds, and then swung it in a certain direction—

The gray fog blazed away with the sword energy, and the space in front of everyone made a cracking sound like an ice cube being crushed, and a gap was opened crookedly. Ann glanced at the passage lightly, her expression as usual. Most of the students in the distance were already sitting on the ground, and Leonard was the only one left standing firmly, somewhat jumping up and applauding.

Unlike the space crack made by Nemo, Oliver does not seem to have the ability to directly stick two spaces together. He is more like blasting a tunnel that runs through every space and leads directly to the outside world. The brand new tunnel hangs in the air, surrounded by turbulent air currents. Oliver leaned in and pressed the inner wall of the tunnel.

"You can walk." He announced joyfully, "It's done, we can go out from here. Brother, you can bring your team. If you are worried, we can go first. "

Godwin was pale, and looked at his cousin with ineffable words. Oliver Ramon used brute force to solve the most difficult puzzle on the surface, but the joy looked closer to successfully stringing a few pieces of meat with iron skewers.

Glancing at Nemo Wright, who was standing aside pretending to see nothing, the head of Horizon was a little suffocated, in every sense.

"The labyrinth of Isamel is still undergoing spatial reorganization. Even if it is temporarily stable, it may be broken by the next space movement." Godwin rubbed his temples and decided to from the most practical point of view.

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that." Jesse approached from a distance, a toothache on her pretty face. "Its spatial structure will not change anymore."

"How can you be sure—"

Jesse pointed to the huge dragon breath stone ball with a complicated expression. Countless dense cracks appeared on the snow-white stone ball—

Then it shattered violently, and the falling stone chips were like snowflakes. The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, which was the unique feeling of a giant falling to the ground.

"...Sorry." Oliver muttered. Nemo looked at his lover sadly.

"It seems now." Oliver grinned weakly and glanced in the direction of the students. "Here and that bet the prize pool is empty, and Elmer should treat me to dinner."

"…" No, that may not be the point. But Godwin's mind was too lazy to turn.

"You really bet on Calamity Roulette." Nemo's focus is highly consistent with the leader of the tumbleweed.

"Yeah, we definitely won't be able to get the money back anyway. I put in some money, wrote whatever it was, and signed Elmer's name."

"What are you betting on?"

"Mission level, no fixed mission, free movement. Location, Royal Military Academy Clement. Influence...great."

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