Something is wrong. Nemo clenched the small cloth bag in his hand and instantly became vigilant. He couldn't remember the last time Oliver made this look to himself.

Mr. Demon King opened his senses very cautiously, but did not find that the two had knives on their waists, or any other threats staring at them in the dark.

"How is it?" Oliver said nervously.

"According to Delia, people check the storage room every day. I can't destroy them directly, but I just touched the magic circle above. Those bone jade bombs. The bombs can't blow up. Yes, don't worry - if you give me a little more time, I might be able to find a way to disarm them and turn them back into pure energy."

Knowing that there would be no problem with his perception, Nemo couldn't help but craned his neck to confirm whether there was an unknown creature hiding behind Oliver.

"Nice job." Oliver responded quickly, pushing the horse's face to the side.

"What about you?" Nemo leaned forward and kissed the other's cheek briskly.

"Found a little information." Oliver cleared his throat, and after a kiss, he seemed to be relieved from the unknown tension. "About my father."

It seems that there are no potential enemies, Nemo breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Oliver had no intention of returning to the barracks, he skillfully used the shadow to clear the space and grab the wood. A small bonfire was completed in a blink of an eye, and it was spitting out orange-red sparks into the dim night.

"I got some food at the abandoned market in the city." Nemo shook the cloth bag in his hand, and his voice relaxed. "It's still a little distance from the camp. The dry food for the march is not delicious. I guess you may want to change your taste. Let's talk while eating."

"Okay." Oliver looked equally relieved, returning to the Ollie Nemo knew well. "Need help? I'm the honorary logistics of Clement College."

"Fuck you. It's just a simple snack, it's quick to make. Just talk about that information seriously." Nemo shook his head with a smile.

Shadow rolled into the fire with a small potato wrapped in it, while he stripped the bark of the branch through a block of goat cheese and carefully roasted it over the fire.

"I know the origin of that gold pendant of yours." Oliver said calmly in the sweet fragrance that gradually spread.

Nimo's movement stopped.

"My father made it at Tristan's, the store in the capital." Oliver stood up, stretched out his hand, slipped his fingers down Nemo's neck, and gently pulled the golden pendant came out. "For various reasons... I just met the owner and chatted for a while."

"Hmm." Nemo's voice was muffled.

"The pendant he took away from the expedition, said to ask for good luck, and when he came back, he would give it to his mother as a talisman. You know, that superstition - a token of expedition survivors can Bless you for a safe and prosperous life."

"So it's signed 'Your Flint,' but inside is a portrait of your mother?"

"Yeah, I think he meant to give her a blank pendant. He just… made it his own amulet first."

"He shouldn't have given it to me so easily." Nemo sighed very lightly, turned the branch, and turned the goat cheese over.

"This should be the most precious thing in him, father, he must have a good reason to do it at that time."

"But the pendant isn't on you, how did you talk to people about this?" Nemo picked up the cheese from the fire and dragged out a baked potato with the shadow, and the shadow blade was sharp Cut it in the middle.

"That's what I'm talking about." Oliver watched the shadow change into the shape of a blade and began to slice the melted cheese into the potato's grooves. He couldn't help sniffing. "The order he made with the owner was like this... If he doesn't return it from the abyss, after a while, the Tristan family will make another one for his mother."

Nemo threading the burnt cheese potato with a stick and handing it to Oliver. "and then?"

"As Mr Medes told us, father was in a bad state of mind after returning from the depths of the abyss. He left the capital directly with his mother in a low profile - I guess he was too low , didn't pay attention to it anymore. But when he came back to the capital later... you know."

Carefully wrapped in shadows, the potatoes were handled very cleanly. Seeing Nemo's uncomfortable expression, Oliver blew a few times and took a big bite. "Awesome! Nemo, you never said you would do this."

"Do you still want the snacks that I used to coax my younger siblings?" Nemo's attention was indeed taken a little bit.

"Hmm." Oliver chewed on the baked potatoes, "Never mind, I'm not trying to remind you of the past. When my father canceled the order, he was carrying a coffin - the owner remembers it very well because of this. "

"Mr. Meders mentioned this too." Nemo began to bake the smaller goat cheese again.

"But Mr. Meders didn't know, he was not alone at that time." Oliver tugged at the hot cheese, exhaling twice. "There was a very strange man with my father. The man had white bandages all over his face, and he looked very scary. The owner has been describing it to me for a long time—does this look familiar?"

"The gatekeeper?" Nemo nearly dropped the cheese into the fire.

"I thought so too, so I asked a few more questions. But after all, it was more than 20 years ago, and the owner didn't remember too many details, only remembered accidentally hearing them mention 'butcher shop' ."

"In Mr. Medes' memory, your father mentioned this to Mr. Medes. I remember Mr. Close had a conversation once."

Looking at his lover's dazed look, Nemo thoughtfully reminded: "The Church of the Abyss has related records, similar to the place where the superior demons and the surface are connected—you know, after all, superior demons cannot be directly summoned , they are all flesh and blood, smuggling with low-level or intermediate-level demons by summoning."

As Nemo made another baked potato, he carefully held it in the air with a shadow.

"The people at the butcher shop will help the two sides reach an agreement first. They will introduce the mages with sufficient qualifications and suffering from desires to the superior demons, and tell the mages the race and abilities of the superior demons. If both parties are satisfied , then the superior demon will carry the flesh and blood to the designated inferior demon, and then the mage will summon the inferior demon."

Nimo picked up the twig with little cheese left and licked the leftover grilled cheese: "It's basically a matchmaking deal like this. It shouldn't be a secret that 'butcher shops' are in the upper ranks of all major religions. , Mr. Cross knows it is normal."

"It will evaluate and monitor both demons and mages. In a sense, it has a disgraceful control effect - plus its headquarters location is a mystery, and there is a huge It may have something to do with O'Lore, and the general forces turn a blind eye."

"What about Bagelmore? No one should make any deal with it." Oliver looked away from the other's wet tongue.

"This is an accident." Nemo explained, "If there is no butcher shop, the superior demons will blindly try, get lucky to the surface and then force qualified people to make a wish. Now there is a butcher shop And the shock of O'Luo Rui, generally higher-level demons with brains will not take risks."

"I see." Oliver lowered his eyes.

"What?"

"Medith's memory should not be falsified. My father's arm was restored by the butcher, that's right."

Oliver shoved the remaining baked potatoes into his mouth, his voice muffled.

"The owner remembered 'The Butcher' because he met his father near the shop. He heard this when he came up to say hello - the 'horribly and weirdly dressed man' asked for his father' Send the backup to the butcher as soon as possible'. After finding him, they stopped talking about it."

After he finished speaking, he rushed through the potato branch and stared blankly for a while: "Nimo, what do you think the butcher shop wants to back up his father's memory?"

"I don't know that much about butcher shops. But butcher shops have always been close to the abyss, and since they are so interested in what your father knows, I don't think it has anything to do with the truth at the bottom of the abyss. So it makes sense, even if your father is a great hero, the butcher wouldn't be kind enough to provide compulsory medical treatment... This part of your father's 'knowledge' should be a bargaining chip."

"What a coincidence, that's what I thought too." Throwing away the bare branches in his hand, Oliver took the roasted potatoes handed by the shadow. "But since its location is a mystery..."

"Eurore is Vance." Nemo said suddenly.

"Yes."

"If O'Lori has been associated with the butcher shop, this is a matter of 'knowledge' at the bottom of the abyss. I think we have a breakthrough - when things are over on Ann's side, we will I have to find Della Laineen."

"He's been interested in you, ahem, your situation." Oliver spoke faster. "Nimo, I do want to know the truth, but don't forget, you risk exposure... Della Layne isn't the kind of good-natured demon who's happy to keep a secret."

"I know, I don't want to leave you either." Nemo lightly flicked his lover's forehead, showing an inevitable smile.

"It's all right, Ollie. It's up to us to find 'which' Della Lanene. I've been thinking about it since the Black Badge test started. Let's go to the mercenary guild headquarters."

The next morning.

"Your Highness, your current behavior has a tendency to be disordered, please reconsider." Marshal Gallagher said politely.

At this moment, they have arrived outside the city wall of the capital Doru, and the huge city gate is closed. The captain of the tumbleweed is waiting outside the city with his lover, guarding the commoners and maintaining order - the princess of Alban seems determined not to let her companions get involved in the final battle.

She even made a ridiculous proposal just now.

"I'm sober—by the way, you're the first person I've ever seen who says 'you're crazy' for so long." Ann tightened the leather buckle. Unscrew the thin copper cylinder containing the magic scroll, and arrange it neatly on the belt around the waist. She stroked the hunting spear in her hand, as gentle as she was stroking her lover's skin.

"I'm going alone."

"Okay, you're crazy," said Marshal Gallagher. "Listen, we have to put our forces—"

"Not all the civilians have been evacuated." An said calmly, "Believe me, people in Xiacheng are reluctant to leave now. Many elderly people will not leave, and at least one-third of the city is still there. One's population. Are you bringing the army in? .

She swung her hunting spear a few times.

"If I'm alone, whether it's an army, or a large-scale attack on magic, these will become meaningless. If they only attack me, they will be rebelling against the blood of the Alastair family. Minimize damage."

"Only if you survive. It's full of princely troops—!"

"If I survive and get into the palace and beat my dear brother to the floor, then that's the least costly option, you have to admit."

Ann twitched the corners of her mouth: "And if I die—bah, although that's unlikely—you'll have the best reason."

"What are you talking about?!"

"You didn't need a real heir anyway, did you? They never thought I was still alive and wouldn't immediately destroy the body, and maybe they were waiting to use it to give you a 'support leave' Heir, belittle the royal family's charge. But you are the royal confidant, and you naturally know how to prove that it is the blood of the Alastair family."

The female warrior spread her hands calmly.

"Kill your blood relatives in the street in the royal city, you can use this to deal with the prince. And you only need to promise me that Delia will survive well - this is a perfect plan. "

Marshal Gallagher stared at Ann silently, as if seeing her for the first time.

"Hold the communication crystal and wait for my news - anyway, I will open the communication all the time, no matter what the situation is, you will know. When I enter the palace, I will find a way to prove the death of the emperor The prince has not really grasped the real power, and the nobles of Alban will definitely be in chaos. You show up at the right time, and don't let me die in the panic of a group of idiots."

"I see..." The marshal patted the dust on his front and sighed.

"Truly."

"...I mean, I see, I'll go with you both."

"Are you a fool?"

"The Salt family is always loyal to the emperor, and I am not the only descendant of the Salt family. If I see the princess die in front of me, one person is not as good as two people - let His Royal Highness It would be nice if the 'criminals' were more focused."

"You..."

"Like you said, you're unlikely to die, but I prefer 'zero chance'. If you don't mind, go out for a while - I need to change Get on my armor."