"Is she alright?"

Meders stood in the stone room under the ancient tomb, the red light in the skull's eyes brightened a bit. After getting Adrian's affirmative answer, the necromancer rubbed the tin soldier badge on his chest with his bones, and let out a hoarse low laugh.

"I'm going to write down this prescription." The living skeleton sat back in the pile of parchment, dipping the quill in the blood from the inkwell, and writing quickly.

"In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with Her Royal Highness Delia's health. Mr. Medes, if there is anything else you need to confirm-"

After carefully completing the record, he carefully picked up the still-blooded parchment and placed it on the thickest pile of parchment by the table.

The parchment ball that was thrown on the ground was swallowed by the fluorescent blue flame, leaving only a fine gray powder.

"Mr. Cross, I have a request." Medes held up the wrapped stack of papers in both hands, "I hope you can bring this knowledge to the outside world and sign it as 'Tin Soldier'. If possible, please send them to Clement College or a similar research institution... Once they confirm these theories, it should save a lot of people."

"What are these?" Adrian frowned slightly, he had a bad premonition.

"The results of my research over the years." Medeth's tone was very calm, "I still have a few dragon breath stones here, and I will pay them to the tumbleweed as a reward. Consider In my identity, the entrustment will not go to the mercenary guild."

The knight commander did not take the heavy stack of parchment.

"Why don't you go in person?" Adrian asked politely, looking at the vat not far away.

"I can indeed restore my body." Perceiving what the other party meant, Medes sighed softly. "But there's no need for that. Cured a Trent blight patient, understood the **** disease, and saw..."

Meds paused for a moment, no expression on the skeleton's face, but Adrian somehow felt that he was smiling.

"Enough is enough." The Necromancer shook his head.

The former trial knight commander pursed his lips, still not intending to take the stack of papers.

"Mr. Dylan should be outside? Then I'll see you off." Seeing that the other party did not move, Medes was not in a hurry. He rambled on, his voice soft as dust blown by the wind.

Adrian did not refuse.

The Necromancer scanned the furnishings in the Eye Stone Room. After a moment of silence, he made a gesture—the illuminated skulls hovering over the stone room fell one after another, and stopped neatly inside the stone table, like some kind of strange bird without wings.

The two walked up the road without saying a word. The paper bag was still held tightly in Medes' arms.

until they see the light.

Mr. Dillon obviously does not have a good habit of closing the door.

Not long ago, when the two members of Tumbleweed arrived at the tomb, Jesse received a contact from Nemo. After confirming that it was a private conversation, the knight commander took the initiative to enter the tomb alone - even if he lost his magic power, an ancient tomb that he visited once could not stop the previous trial knight commander.

And now Adrian and Medes are very close to the outermost entrance of the tomb, and the stone gate is wide open, allowing the sunlight to invade. Maybe Jesse and Nemo's exchange isn't over yet, but anyway...

Adrian stopped.

The moss at the entrance has become yellow and curled when it encounters the sun, and when you step on it, it will make a light clicking sound. The terrifying corpse was still lying in the first organ, and the warm light did not succeed in dispelling the gloom.

"If you want to end this, I will not stop you," said the knight commander softly, "It was me who passed through that chain of pain. Because of my self-righteousness, I let my dear friend Years of desperate struggle in pain that eventually led to both him and his mother... I thought if his will was respected and he was allowed to leave with dignity, would things have had another ending?"

Adrian Cross raised his right hand and blocked the dazzling sunlight outside the tomb with his palm.

"So I won't stop you, Mr. Meders." He still didn't look like he was going to take the stack of parchment. "I have no right to judge your pain, and I have hesitated in that way - to offer my atonement to the world until the end of life. If you are lucky enough to have peace of mind early, then use this life to pay for the last sin."

"I thought about it for a few moments."

The Necromancer was silent, neither admitting nor denying.

"But now I don't think so." Adrian turned his back to the light. "Mr. Ramon didn't want to pursue you. King Sampson is dead, and Mr. Lopez tried to stop you from hurting yourself. I want you to think a little... for a few minutes."

"Since you know the pain, why would you change your mind?" Meders clutched the paper bag with one hand and the Tin Soldier badge on his chest with the other.

"I thought I would never be able to be simply happy again, but I was wrong." Adrian lowered his eyes, "Even if it was only a brief moment of joy, but that's good."

He politely extended his hands to Medes.

"If you are sure that this will give you the ultimate peace, then give it to me, Mr. Medes. If there is any lingering in you, believe that one day you will be able to leave this quagmire. I Hopefully, one day, you will be able to put a more comprehensive record in the outside world—hand over it to the outside world.”

Meders stood silently. And the knight commander watched him patiently, without the slightest impatience.

"One day." The red light in the skull's eyes faded, as if experiencing a struggle. "One day later, at dusk, please come here... If the tomb door is closed, then you can come and take these materials from the door, and I will not appear again."

"If the tomb door is open..." Medes let out a low laugh, "Maybe it will be perfected again."

Meders watched Adrian Cross leave.

Adrian's blond companion was waiting for him outside the ancient tomb, and as soon as they met, he hung up shouting. After the two simply said goodbye, they left very relaxed - Jesse Dylan was still noisy, and Medes could see the faint smile on the corner of the Knight's long mouth.

The Necromancer stood for a long time in the long-lost outside world.

However, after everything was silent, the only remaining warmth gradually disappeared. Silence struck again, and the **** he was in had not changed in the slightest. Medes shook his head with a wry smile, the impulsive blood in his heart was eroded and cooled by pain again.

Dusk is coming to an end and night is coming.

But this time, as soon as he stepped into the ancient tomb, he found an uninvited guest - a dirty, skinny little boy was nesting inside the stone gate, and was scared by the sudden appearance of the necromancer. He moved, but there was a strong hostility and unwillingness in those fearful eyes.

This is not uncommon.

Sick children. Usually the beasts wandering around help them out of these troublesome burdens.

Meders usually only sees chewed bone scum, and two breaths is the first time. Half of the child's face was covered with poisonous sores, and he looked like he was about to starve to death, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with worm shells that had not been wiped clean.

Maybe it was influenced by that knight commander, or maybe his mind was not clear at all. Medes, carrying the parchment full of life's efforts, leaned forward—

"Do you want to live?"

"..." The little boy nodded inexplicably and rolled his eyes, clearly thinking that he was asking nonsense.

"Want to be stronger?" Meders moved closer.

"Think." The little boy said hoarsely, swallowing. "You, are you a demon? I want to make a wish, I want revenge! What price do you want, soul? I can do anything..."

Meds covered her face with a bony hand and burst into a burst of laughter.

"Yes, I will pay."

Meds slammed the stack of parchments against the little boy: "I'll heal you, give you food, teach you everything - and you need to promise me that you'll use these things Save people. Well, I think, at least a hundred lives."

"No contract?"

"No."

"Then how do you know I won't betray you?" The little boy stared at the stack of parchment and asked boldly.

"I don't know."

Medith turned around and looked at the burning sunset again.

"…but I'm willing to trust you before you betray me. How about that?"

The sun sank completely.

Nemo pulled the reins on his horse and walked with Oliver on the way back to camp.

The woods near the capital are dense. The sky at the intersection of dusk and night reflected the leaves mixed with gold and green in early autumn.

With the last bit of luck, he avoided Oliver, first asked Jesse to verify what the hero predicted, and then got a positive answer. Nemo could understand why Jesse didn't tell them—not to mention them before, even now he couldn't digest this fact very well.

Oliver 99%, no, it should be said that he is definitely the swordsman who ended everything.

And he himself is roughly equal to "everything" that is about to end. If he didn't know Jesse Dylan's identity, or if Jesse Dylan was indeed at fault in prophecy... that would be great.

Escape does not change the truth. Considering their possible emotional out-of-control, the current environment is just right.

They were passing the thickest bushes, Oliver was just a few steps ahead of him, looking at the novel mushrooms on the roots. The sword of rest was inserted into the ukulele behind him, and it did not exude the malice that a half-armed weapon should have.

His Oliver.

Nemo stopped.

Aware that the sound of the other party stepping on the fallen leaves disappeared, Oliver quickly took his eyes away from the mushroom: "What's the matter, Nemo?"

"Oli." Nemo closed his eyes and tried his best to sound calmer. "Remember that prophecy?"

Oliver opened his mouth, he seemed to be keenly aware of something. The head of the tumbleweed just nodded slightly and didn't answer.

"Remember what it was about?"

"Nimo..." After a moment of silence, Oliver obviously also considered the worst possibility.

"I checked with Jesse, and it's what you think," Nemo added softly.

After sunset, the autumn sky gets dark quickly. Oliver was silent for a long time, standing silently opposite Nemo, and when he spoke again, the entire woods had been soaked in darkness.

"I see," he said with difficulty, and Nemo could hear that his lover was trying to make him appear cheerful. Obviously, Oliver did not succeed.

"It's getting dark, let's camp here tonight." Nemo's voice was dry, trying to dilute the gradually cold atmosphere with other topics. "I'm going to tie up the horse and set up a magic circle. You make a fire, Ollie, we can...let's talk about this."

"Okay." Oliver replied quickly, his tone as steady as ever. "Don't worry, we'll fix this."

Nimo pursed his lips, he should have felt relieved, but his chest was a little inexplicable.

Believing that his magic circle will not be destroyed by any beasts, in order to make the horse taste lighter, Nemo took the strange-looking horse farther and tied it firmly to the tallest tree nearby superior. After laying down the protective formation, he specially reinforced the reins with spells.

All of this didn't take as long as he thought, the darkness not far away was illuminated by fire, and Oliver should have successfully lit the bonfire.

Nemo walked silently through the woods, approaching the fire.

Then his heart twitched violently.

Oliver was sitting by the fire, hugging his knees and burying his face between them. The sturdy young man huddled himself into a ball, his breath was a little chaotic, and he looked sad and helpless. The brilliance of the flame swept across him, but no warm feeling stayed. Nemo knows that in terms of pure power, Oliver can be regarded as one of the strongest on the surface—

But for a few seconds, he looked so fragile and painful.

"Oli." Nemo cleared his throat.

Spotting the lover's return, Oliver raised his head quickly, the expression on his face was almost calm: "You're back, Nemo, the prophecy just now... You don't have to worry, I won't—"

Nimo didn't sit back beside him like he always did.

“…Nemo?”

"Tell the truth, Ollie."

"What's the truth?" Oliver licked his lips and exhaled, speaking very fast. "I just want you not to worry. I promise you, I will never hurt you... Even if it is a prophecy approved by Dylan, there should be room for turning-"

"…said you were in pain." Nemo took a few steps closer and continued almost brutally. "I'm telling you this because I need you to know—if you're the one meant to be, you might be part of the 'before me' plan. If something goes wrong, I might even attack you. From now on At first, you have to be wary of me."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Oliver smiled reluctantly, his face a little pale. He stood up and tried to grab Nemo's arm. "I just didn't react for a while. Nemo, I know you're very…"

Nimo waved the hand uncharacteristically.

He shivered and exhaled, stretched out his right hand, and pressed Oliver against the tree gently. It didn't mean to hurt, but it also carried an aura that couldn't be rejected.

"I'm **** right now," Nemo hissed.

"We'll fix this," Oliver repeated firmly, staring at those beautiful silver-grey eyes. "Nimo, I don't understand—"

"Every time." Nemo's voice trembled a little, "every time you pulled me and told me you were okay, told me everything was going to be alright. Yes, we can fix these problems. , we can always solve these problems... but what about you?"

Oliver was about to open his mouth when Nemo cut off his back path neatly: "Don't say you're fine."

"We grew up in the same **** town, even if we don't know each other, I know how much you and I are. Alastair's family affairs, the truth about your parents, withering castle... And 'The Devil' and 'Prophecy.' Look me in the eyes, Oliver Ramon, and tell me you're not in any pain."

Oliver's breathing became short.

The sadness that Nemo felt just now finally returned in the firelight.

"I don't want to lose you, okay?" Oliver's eyes were a little red, and he gritted his teeth. "I just like a guy and want to go down with him. It's not too much of a wish, is it? But I'm not strong enough, I'll never be strong enough. Even though you and Mr. Cross have been teaching me, I still… Not your opponent, I know."

"So you're trying to reassure me—even if you're in extreme pain, and act like nothing happened?" The trembling in Nemo's voice became more pronounced.

"Because like you said, we grew up in the same **** town! I know who you are, too, I've felt the power out of control!" Oliver raised his voice , "I was supposed to share with you, but I can't do anything right now. Nemo, listen, do I have to put some weight on you when you're choking? I—"

"Do I look so vulnerable?" The two yelled at each other at the same time.

Time stood still for a few seconds.

For the first time they looked at each other out of anger and sorrow.

"...I don't want to lose you either." Nemo closed his eyes, "Oli, I hope you...can tell me. Let me know that you've been tormented by nightmares, that you're sad It's about to collapse, even if we can't do anything about it."

"You may destroy the surface, compared to this, my stress..."

"And you're probably doomed to kill me." Nemo quivered his lips, "If our feelings are similar, then it's hard for me to tell which is more 'destroy the surface' and 'kill you' I am in pain."

Oliver covered his eyes with one hand and let out two unpleasant laughs.

"Maybe you express your pain, and I'll blame myself for causing you that pain. But Ollie, you're making me sad even more. Don't hide it from me, okay? We It'll fix those problems, but your pain...promise me, don't hide your wounds too deep."

"I promise you. But seriously, we're not much different." Oliver forced a difficult smile, "Destroy the tin soldier, kill Abbas, and Mr. Demon King who walks on the surface, The wounds you've hidden are probably enough for a dozen. We really…”

"Like a fool," Nemo added hoarsely.

"Very good." The smile on Oliver's face disappeared, he looked extremely sad, but there was a hint of relief in that sadness. "We've had a fight, and people say couples who have had a fight are more likely to last longer."

"Occasionally sharing despair is good, isn't it?" Nemo no longer forced himself to smile. "My... Mr. Brave."

Oliver suddenly embraced him with unprecedented force.

"I'm sorry, Nemo," he said. "You're right, I..."

He choked, but did his best to embrace his lover, like a drowned man holding the last straw.

The night completely enveloped the woods, and the bonfire beeped behind the two of them. Nemo stretched out a hand, touched the corner of his lover's slightly wet eyes, and then bit Oliver's shoulder without hesitation. His strength was a bit strong, and a little blood was oozing from the wound.

Maybe they all need a little pain...a little pain, and a little warmth.

Then the night will end and the morning will follow.

"Nimo." Oliver didn't try to cheer up this time, but he sounded strangely calm. "What are you doing?"

"Assault on you," Nemo replied, reaching out his hands and digging directly into the other's shirt, feeling the tight muscles in his lover's back.

Being hugged tightly, he couldn't see Oliver's face. But that's okay, Nemo thought. At least this time, he knew it wouldn't be a forced smile, and he felt more grounded and peaceful than ever.

"Fight now, Mr. Brave."

"…Yes, Your Majesty."