Dara Lanene doesn't seem to have any plans to leave. After warning the two, he went back to the small window and continued to stare out at the bright, fresh, green woods.

Wherever he looked there was nothing.

"I want to stay here for a few days." The abyss sage said softly, "If you two want to leave, don't worry about me."

Oliver thought Nemo would ask, but his lover just frowned. After a moment of quiet thought, Nemo gave him a slight nod, then he walked across the room towards the door that had long since lost its panel.

Mr. Demon King was obviously still thinking about something, and he almost tripped over the scattered animal carcasses. Before Nemo could regain his balance, a faint wave of magic power came out from the skeleton that was kicked away.

Buried in the bones is a delicate metal plate full of magic circles. Its material should be pure gold, even if it is covered with wet animal carcasses, there is no rust on the golden metal.

Nemo should have kicked it right, and the metal disc was turned from the fur and broken bones, and lay slanted on the top layer. The golden beads embedded in the magic circle floated up, weakly following a predetermined trajectory. Delicate visions propped up the air in front of them.

It darkened the clear, warm morning air, and bright stars floated and swirled in the darkness. They had seen this thing—in a certain window in the city of Hiram, the capital of Garland, a few months ago.

A gold horoscope.

They thought it was beautiful. But at the moment, the brilliant artificial light reflected the hollow eye sockets of the animal's skull, and the machinery lying on the thick corpse made the two uncomfortable.

Dara Lanene by the window didn't look back.

The astrologer ran like this for a while, and soon, the ingenious machinery that had been forgotten for many years exhausted its last strength and fell silent again. Nemo picked it up from the pile of corpses, threw a cleaning spell, and set it gently back on the dusty table.

Nothing stood in their way this time.

In this way, the two left the decaying wooden house. Until the three-story hut was gradually engulfed by green leaves and tree trunks, they could still see the devil standing by the window.

The gray parrot, who had been huddled on the branch outside the window, trembled and returned to Nemo's shoulder, staring hard at Nemo's expression, looking like she wanted to ask but didn't dare.

According to the coordinates set in advance by Della Laineen, as long as they walk to the lawn where the woods are relatively sparse, they can set up a temporary teleportation array and teleport themselves back to the vicinity of the Mercenary Guild headquarters.

The distance between the nearest open space and the wooden house is not too long, not too short. The two walked around the moss-covered tree roots and moved forward in silence.

Oliver always felt like he should take the initiative to say something.

From a personal point of view, Oliver doesn't have the slightest impression of Della Lane. But objectively, the demon had no reason to deceive them about the Demon King.

He thought it was a short journey back to the past, an exploration of the dark side of history. Whether it's themselves or Nemo, the problems they bear have long been set - their identities as demon kings and heroes will not hinder the time they have now, and it is clear that everything has just stabilized.

A brand new problem has appeared again.

The open space for teleportation was in front of him, Oliver looked at Nemo again - unlike before, this time Nemo didn't mean much negative and depressed. Although his Demon King looked in a bad mood, he was not flustered at all. Nemo was staring intently at his feet, apparently still thinking.

"Oops." Mr. Demon King suddenly said, and Oliver was instantly refreshed and decided to take up any topic thrown by the other party.

The information they got was so incredible that he had to support his…

"I see." Nemo said solemnly. "Since the gentleman observed 'God', there is a relative explanation for the house's inexplicable repelling of animals. Dylan must be sure. I found that someone was spying on him, so I used my aura to shock him—there was another person involved back then! We can ask Jesse what happened to his body. Oh my god, I kept forgetting this, obviously before You and Ann are standard surface animals."

The topic of "..." was too jumpy, and Oliver, "standard surface animal", didn't know how to answer it for a while.

It seems that Nemo's thinking focus is not on the suspected "Demon King" creature at the bottom of the abyss.

"You didn't like Jesse at first, very much, didn't you?"

Nimo looked unexpectedly calm, he stopped and leaned against a tree.

"Of course, I understand, he's annoying. But on the other hand, Ollie, you're definitely the nicest person I've ever met. You're starting to hate him It's a bit...to an abnormally high level. Ann too, Mr. Cross is relatively better."

"Hmm." Oliver tried to keep up with his lover's thoughts, "It's true...but I don't hate him so much now, maybe it was because of aura or something. "

"No. If Jesse Dillon wants to act, he can be anyone. If he wants to approach us more securely, it should be easier to pretend to be a gentle person at first - but he He just didn't hide his annoyance. I think it's probably because of this reason."

Nemo rubbed the staff in his hand: "If he behaves beyond reproach, and you instinctively hate him, you must be aware of the unnaturalness in it. That's not disgust, Austria. Profits are subconscious fears.”

Oliver tried hard to recall for a while, and was frustrated to find that he could not accurately describe the feelings in the memory. But he found another question: "You think Mr. Cross is okay?"

"Mr. Cross and Fuller Goat, they are both in a state of 'unable to use magic on their own', and they will be relatively insensitive." Nemo made a simple gesture, "And you Unlike Ann, the two of you are very powerful, and powerful people are always sensitive. Bagelmore lost too much power before, and then directly obtained my blood, so there was no special reaction to Dylan."

"If this is true...I don't particularly hate him now, is it because I was stripped of the magic system and became a, uh, creature similar to yours?"

"You can say that." Nemo looked relieved, "It seems that if I don't always pay attention to hiding my breath to the extreme, I will definitely not please the superior demons. And if I If you consciously try to intimidate it...for more than ten years, no creature is willing to approach, which is very understandable."

"So you're going to ask him directly about it."

"Yes, I'm going to ask Dylan directly if it's him who was seen. If so, he might be willing to tell me the specifics."

Nimo took a deep breath.

"Time to have a good talk with that guy, I can't think of a worse possibility than 'I could destroy the world.'"

"The subterranean mentioned by Delarion..."

"It's the devil, so I can be free. If it's not, things won't change." Nemo's voice was very calm, "I figured it out, Ollie, no fantasy. Any meaning. Now we have to determine the simple thing - can I go back to the abyss now and make sure I can come out."

He pressed down on the back of Oliver's head a little roughly and bit his lover's lips lightly.

"That's my only concern, plan as usual."

"What are you talking about?" Seeing that the two were about to gnaw together again, the grey parrot finally couldn't hold back, and it asked tremblingly. "What the **** is Jesse Dillon?"

"..." The two of them looked at Bagelmore at the same time, and after a series of baptisms of bizarre facts, they completely forgot about it.

"Oli, you explain." Nemo couldn't bear to look directly at the shivering grey parrot.

“Uh, I…”

A golden eagle saved the scene from getting out of control. A bird of prey with golden feathers on its tail stopped in front of them, raised its head arrogantly, and dropped an ornate envelope with its claws.

The two were eager to find a chance to change the subject, and after praising the delicacy of the envelope dryly, Nimoy tore open the thick envelope: "...Oli, it seems that we don't have to worry about thirty year."

"What?"

"The convocation of the Pope."

"But the expedition has only been over twenty years-"

"Yes, this is not an expedition summoning order. There is an accident in the abyss, and we need to **** the Ruddite reconnaissance team in advance." Nemo shook the letter paper, "It seems that we have to act quickly, You know, I definitely won't let you go into the abyss alone."

Oliver raised his eyebrows: "What happened in the abyss?"

"Well, all the large teleportation formations that were convenient for the expeditionary forces in the past... No matter the deep or shallow layers, they were all deliberately destroyed. This is only part of the situation, and more changes are continuing, obviously Someone is preventing the next expedition from happening."

Wonderful. Oliver thought that this should be a shocking enough message to be frightening. But he watched Nemo calmly shake the envelope, and he felt peaceful and reassured.

They have reached the bottom of their fate.

"I hope the mercenary guild can record this as a monthly task, after all, we will be very busy next." Oliver unconsciously put a smile on his face.

"Yeah." Nemo shoved the envelope and the letter into Oliver's hand, and then he reached out to his Mr. Brave—

"Ready to do something bad, Ollie? Like sneak into the mercenary guild headquarters to see weaponized demons or something."

"Of course, my majesty." Oliver took the hand and kissed his lover's finger with a smile. "Let's go."

"What about my problem?" The gray parrot on Nemo's shoulder cried out, "Let's not talk about the Mercenary Guild Headquarters... What about my problem? Jesse Dylan, what the **** is he-- "

“…”

The Holy Land of Rudd, in the central church of Hatfield.

Pope Dwayne Quinn is enjoying his late-night snack. He squinted at the young man across the table as he slammed sugar into the teacup.

"Now is not the time, child." The old Pope scratched his shiny scalp, looking a little helpless. "Yes, this is a very formal and dangerous reconnaissance operation. So what we need is a black badge, not a hero praised by the world."

He shook his head and pushed over a small plate of shortbread.

"Most of the expedition facilities at the bottom of the abyss have been destroyed by humans. If it wasn't for a team of overly reckless adventurers who accidentally discovered the anomaly, we would probably not have noticed the seriousness of the problem in more than ten years. Sex. No matter who does it, our opponent is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous powerhouse. If…”

"I'm not a hero." The guest sitting opposite the Pope whispered.

"Well, you've changed a lot since the last time we met. But even if you really think so, I won't say yes. I've found a very suitable **** team —”

"Four is not enough, Lord Quinn."

"It should be enough for the Rad Sect, after all other sects will have their own escorts. Even if there are more people, there will be at most two more—"

"Then add two more."

"Alas, boy, what are you doing..."

"I have the last thing to be sure." The young man opposite the Pope stood up, his expression soft and firm in the bright firelight.

"I'm applying to join in my own name, and I'll bring a helper, is that okay?"

"If you insist."

"Thank you, Lord Quinn."

"It's me who should say thank you, Godwin."

Just as the Pope's voice fell, the communication crystal ball in the center of the table slowly floated up. The old Pope sighed and waved at Godwin Lopez, who was about to leave to avoid suspicion.

"Demon alert," he said. "Never mind, let's listen. What's the matter, Felix? Come and listen."

"The weaponized superior demon in the basement of the Mercenary Guild headquarters, Pandora... just disappeared."