Four in the morning.

Even familiar with Jesse Dillon's eccentric personality, Adrian was deeply absurd by what they were doing.

Even though he was still far from the expected battlefield, Jesse still woke him up in the middle of the night - rather than waking up, he touched his chest vaguely. Just as Dylan's claws were about to move down, the tip of the metal bow pressed against his throat.

"Ouch, you're awake." The blond young man said with a smile, as if he was not surprised by the reaction of the former knight commander. "It's time for us to go, Ed."

Fuller Goat was also a clear victim of Jesse Dillon's eccentric plans. The goat's back was full of large and small bags, apparently overloaded with debris, and was nibbling on the hard grass beside the tent. The soldiers who were supposed to be guarding outside the tent had already fallen into a deep coma, and they didn't need to think about who did it.

"Actually, I'm enough alone. But you see, I promised not to hide any plans from you." Seeing the helplessness on Adrian's face, Jesse's smile grew brighter.

The knight commander did not ask more, he sighed softly, and put the bow and quiver on the back.

Before leaving, Jesse Dillon asked Marshal Gallagher for a lot of strange things. It wasn't until everything was shipped that Adrian realized why Jesse wanted Fuller Goat to follow.

This **** definitely doesn't want to carry this pile of debris by himself.

Even if he didn't see Gallagher's face, Adrian could see the dazed expression of the marshal through this pile of things, and see what Dylan was asking for—

Sturdy wire, hemp rope, small iron beads, straw traps, flares, grease mix to lubricate wheel axles, simple reels for drills, etc. stuffed into cloth bags like a country robbery grocery store.

There's even a good bundle of carrots and a bag of honey treats. The knight commander wasn't quite sure whether they ended up on the battlefield or in Dylan's stomach—especially the bag of snacks.

"It's a hassle to buy these things yourself." Jesse muttered after checking the items on the goat's back. "We're helping our little marshal, and I don't want to spend my own money."

Adrian watched numbly as Jessie stuffed a honey snack into her mouth. The overwhelmed Fuller Goat blew suffocatingly, sounding like a curse.

They used a simple teleportation scroll to teleport to the vicinity of the battlefield. The sky was still dark blue, full of stars. Jesse led the sheep to a wood.

"Set up here first, then we'll go to the lawn." Jesse snapped his fingers, and the cloth bag on the goat's back fell.

"What are you going to do?" The knight commander finally spoke.

"Win this battle." Jesse rubbed the snack bag into Adrian's arms. "You don't need to move yet, Ed, just watch."

He waved his pair as if conducting an invisible band in the dark.

Wire and twine snakes generally swim out of cloth bags and burrow into dark grass. Wrap a few segments around the carrots and drag them up the branch. For a moment, the rustling sound brushed through the bushes, through the branches, and into the soil.

Spooky preparations.

Adrian leaned against a tree on the edge of the wood with arms crossed, staring at Jesse humming.

Hide a bunch of ropes in the woods and hang carrots from branches. Jesse clapped and directed the goats to change places - the Fuller goat grabbed the mouth of the bag and dragged the rest of the bag obediently towards the grass. As he passed Adrian, Jesse reached out and took a honey snack from the bag he was carrying.

"Aren't you hungry, Ed? It's good to have something sweet in the middle of the night."

“Not very hungry.” The knight commander frowned, “Compared to this, you…”

Before he finished speaking, the sweet and greasy dessert was stuffed into his mouth. Jesse moved so fast that Adrian didn't realize until his tongue tasted the sweetness - and just as he was about to take the snack off his mouth, Jesse's face darted closer and bit off half of it.

"Since you're not hungry, I'll take a break." Jesse said vaguely, with a mischievous smile on her face.

Adrian didn't throw it, nor put it back in the bag, so he had to frown and finish the half of the snack.

"Why are you doing this?" Carefully brushing the scum from the corner of his mouth, the knight commander looked at Jesse who was digging a hole with magic.

"To win. I guess you don't like blood-splattered battlefields, so I decided to use a cleaner way." Jesse said rightfully, "Now you see everything I do Now—don't worry, you'll find out by tomorrow. Ed, I'll need your cooperation then."

"...but you didn't set up any magic circles, and against a heavily armed army, something of this magnitude would not be of much use."

Jesse sets up little gadgets that are scattered everywhere. Adrian couldn't figure out what the other party was trying to achieve with these crude traps—they weren't even traps in terms of their crudeness, more like some kind of prank.

"Surprise always comes with suspense." Jesse hummed.

More than an hour later, Jesse used up all the props in the cloth bag.

The blond young man tied the sheep to a slender tree, sat down on the softest part of the lawn, and then patted his thigh affectionately: "It's done, get ready to work That's all. Ed, would you like to get some more sleep?"

He slapped his thighs loudly.

Adrian gave him a faint glance, inexplicably felt that Jesse's action was like summoning a pet at home. He ignored Mr. Dylan, who was slapping his legs and looking expectantly. He chose a lawn to lie down on, curled up vigilantly, and began to take a nap.

Jesse sniffled sadly, moved herself over, and forcibly shoved her thighs under the knight commander's head.

Adrian: "…"

"Be softer this way." Jesse's tone was sincere, "Don't run, okay?"

The tone is very cat-like. The knight commander let out a light sigh in amusement. He wanted to get up and leave, but an inexplicable sense of familiarity stopped him.

Jesse Dillon has a very nice smell.

Different from his flamboyant appearance, the blond youth has never used perfume that choked his nose. When you get close enough, that delicate aroma will appear. Very light aroma, sweet and warm - like freshly ripened berries, honey washed with warm water, or silk with the warmth of skin.

Inexplicably...missing.

Although he also noticed that night at Clement's Cathedral, the faint scent was quickly obscured by the ambiguous smell of sweat. And at this moment, in this quiet early morning, it appeared like a ghost and became extraordinarily real.

Warm fingers penetrated into his hair and gently massaged the scalp, Adrian finally closed his eyes and did not leave.

"It doesn't make sense," he whispered. "You're a fortune teller, you can see the future, don't you?"

Jesse's movements stopped.

"This is the most important thing." The beautiful blond young man lowered his head and muttered to himself. Cool hair brushed across Adrian's face—the Knight Commander's breath gradually became even and long, and he fell asleep, soundly asleep.

And Jesse just stared at each other's sleeping face, her icy blue pupils darkening in the night.

"You had no future long, long ago, Adrian Cross."

The following evening, Gallagher's troops reached the vicinity of the battlefield where clashes might break out. Even if the two assigned black chapters disappeared in the middle of the night, the soldiers would not stop their progress.

The target city is not far away, and they can already see the high stone wall. The enemy was approaching, and the dust flew with the flag. The horses ran through the sparsely wooded woods, and the vast meadows ahead were perfect for engagement—

There are only two people on the grass, plus a white goat.

What are those two black seals doing there?

"Ed." Jesse ignored the approaching allies behind him, "It's time, aim for that turnip... I mean, aim for the rope on that turnip, I'll show you a show ."

Adrian shook his head helplessly, drawing his bow - the carrot that Jesse was pointing at was almost invisible, even the former Judge Knight had to use a simple magic circle to see it.

The sharp arrow broke through the air and accurately shot the fragile hemp rope.

Fresh carrots fell from the treetops, and with the help of a simple surveillance circle, the knight commander could see all the details of what happened in the distance—

The enemy knights were driving their horses towards this side, and a carrot that fell from the sky stopped one of the horses.

From this moment on, the whole battle changed.

Marshal Gallagher's army was already in formation, ready to wait for the enemy knights to rush out of the woods, and then immediately moved forward - but after half a day, no knight rushed out.

"What's the matter?" The general in charge of command frowned.

"You...you see for yourself." The scout handed the general a monocle with a surveillance circle attached.

The enemy is collapsing.

Everything is funny and spooky.

A knight on the opposite side was hit by a teammate behind him because of an abnormal horse - the position was very coincidental, just between the two trees. The companion behind him was unable to turn, and the horses collided directly.

A chain reaction follows.

The two knights appear to have broken their bones, and the therapist and nurse hurried to catch up. As a result, the two of them ran too fast, they didn't know what they were tripped over and flew out, their heads just hit the stone, and they fainted completely. The soldier next to him hurriedly went to get the healing scroll, only to find that the scroll had been dropped into a nearby stone pit at some point - and when the poor man tried to climb up with the scroll, the stone by the pit just came loose, and the soldier's scroll was not. Taking it up, he fell unconscious at the bottom of the pit again.

And this is just one place.

The horse was frightened and broke several legs. The cavalry collided and were stabbed by friendly weapons. Healing seems to be involved in some kind of a labyrinth of fate, always having a messy accident before feeling it. When the last therapist barely arrived at the place where the most injured people were, a rotten tree suddenly fell, smashing a bunch of them.

Unexpected events caused the opposing camp to start chaos. Before encountering the real swords and guns, they first encountered another powerful enemy-inexplicable bad luck lingering.

The number of enemy troops rushing out of the woods was two-thirds less. As can be seen from their formation, the knights on the opposite side were obviously also surprised by their situation.

And what awaits them is not a normal battlefield.

The horse's leg poked into the dirt hole, and the knight was thrown away. The shield soldier did not know why he slipped and fell to the ground, and his ribs were broken by the heavy shield. The same hilarious tragedy was repeated, and the few remaining enemy soldiers began to retreat, unwilling to rush to the front of the "Wild Hound" army and rush to death.

"This is a curse... No, this is sorcery." Marshal Gallagher's general couldn't help but shudder.

Before their army moved, the opposite side took the lead in self-destruction. He had followed Marshal Gallagher for many years and had never seen such a ridiculous battle.

The sun just touched the horizon as the last figure of the enemy fled into the woods.

"Is this... is this man-made?" The lieutenant swallowed, "No, is this a level that humans can do?"

There is no sign of the eruption of the guided magic circle, it should be a pure physical trap. But even with calculations and chain reactions to trigger them, it is impossible to do this. There are no steel thorns suddenly pierced, or precise mechanical barriers. Just look at the material of the trap, the interference the other party receives should not be too much to be honest.

Usually, even if you set this level of stumbling first, at most one or two people on the opposite side can be injured. No sane person would take such a chance against the enemy—as if using intricate cause and effect as a weapon and fate as a sharp blade.

The randomness of all factors is terrifying, and this is no longer the scope of human computing.

The two generals looked at the backs of the two black seals in the middle of the lawn.

The cause of this farce is only a single arrow, if all this was planned in advance...

The last shield soldier who ran towards the woods tripped and fell to the ground. He seemed to have triggered something, and a row of signal bombs rose into the sky, blasting a golden sliver of light in the gradually darkening sky. The shavings of light, like the shreds of paper falling at the curtain call of the play, flew all over the sky reddened by the sunset for a while.

Adrian looked silently at the blond youth in front of him.

"Look, I don't want to use force when a few tattered bags can solve a problem. Nobody dies, you like that, don't you Ed?"

The knight commander stared at each other silently, covering the stormy waves in his heart with a calm expression-this was the first time he had thoroughly learned the terrible thing about Jesse Dylan.

That was a completely different horror than Nemo Wright.

I don't know why, he's not afraid at all. In the fluttering shavings of light, Jesse opened his arms with a malicious but pure smile on his face.

"Comedy for you, my star." The blond youth raised his voice, sounding very pleasant. "Like it?"

"Do you like it?" Jesse didn't move, his face puffed up in dissatisfaction, like a bad boy who didn't ask for candy.

"...Well, I'm glad this isn't a war I'm familiar with." The knight commander turned and began to advance toward Marshal Gallagher's army.

"What about today? Do you like me a little more today?" Jesse still didn't move.

Adrian stopped and turned around.

Jesse Dillon stood there, her long blond hair slightly blown by the wind. The setting sun was staying behind him, and the flawless face made him look a little unreal. There was a smile on his face - sly and content, and a little bit of anticipation.

Adrian could not understand the other party's obsession.

He considers himself to be a perfect person, and he doesn't even have much special "character" to speak of. Whether it is appearance or character, there are people in this world who are better than themselves. He used to be able to stand on top of the surface with his strength, but now he has lost even that strength.

Now he is just a ghost wandering for redemption and promise, and Adrian has no complaints about such a fate. But someone insisted on stuffing him into flesh and blood, reminding him that he was still alive as a "human".

He is a very unreasonable, egoistic, stubborn, naive, yet powerful and terrifying person.

The knight commander thought that the other party was approaching him with a curious mind, so after that night, Jesse Dylan, who had achieved his goal, should have started to lose interest - but the other party's interest was obviously getting more and more big.

No matter what the purpose is, if Dylan wants a sincere relationship, Adrian firmly believes that the other party will fail.

He doesn't have a heart that beats passionately because of love and love, how can he give it away?

"No." The knight commander replied as always.

"Oh." Jesse didn't look discouraged.

"Then smile, or as a comedy script writer, I will be very hurt." The blonde youth said casually.

Jesse grabbed the goat's rein and hooked it around Adrian's neck. They walked across the bloodless grass, and the little iron beads that were left gleamed in the setting sun, like pearls left in the grass.

The body temperature of the other party is pasted, strange and real.

Adrian froze subconsciously, turned his head, and looked at the carefree smile at the corner of his mouth. There was a sudden burst of soreness in his heart, not frustration, but some kind of… a pain closer to emptiness and dazedness. The unfamiliar emotion grabbed him, it wrapped around his tongue and made him want to say something.

"...but I don't hate you, Dylan."

He said.