Hamlyn Elmer sat quietly in his floating chair.

Considering his poor eyesight, the control of the chair is in the hands of other Ladists. Choir members have always been rare and precious, and the Radicals specially assigned a believer to stare at him to ensure that their important backup personnel would not be injured due to accidents.

Although the team has been in the depths of the abyss for a month, for Hamlin, who cannot see with his eyes, there is not much difference between the surface and the abyss.

As a non-combatant, Hamlin had limited intelligence. Right now, he can only speculate in his mind based on the content of the conversations of his companions, and at the same time, he is keenly aware of the changes in temperature and humidity. As of now, the mages of the Rad Cult have not drawn his mana - that means the **** is still safe, and the mages don't need to fight for their lives in person.

The scout team is on its way to its final destination. In the previous battle, he lost the hat embroidered with the soothing magic circle. The gradually falling temperature made his whole body cold, and fear was like a net made of thorns, tightly wrapping his internal organs.

It's okay.

Hamlyn kneaded his cuff with his slightly too long fingernails.

It's okay, fear is part of the job.

The moment he stepped into the Rudd Church and handed in the application. Hamlin Elmer knew exactly what he was about to face—mortgage his binocular vision to the Rad Sect for 60 years, unconditionally accompany the Rad Sect fighters to the battlefield, the tomb, and even the abyss, ready to sacrifice spiritually at any time Provides magic to depleted mages.

In exchange, he will receive a very generous monetary treatment for the commoners.

The money is usually used by the choir members for their own family. And if they want to break the contract and leave early, they need to pay a lot of money to redeem their vision.

But because of the talent that is cursed or blessed, it is better to be born as a noble. If they live in ordinary people, the choices of geniuses with disabilities are extremely limited - if they choose to give up, most of them will become a burden to their families.

Then let the amazing magic aptitude be wasted.

The family is poor and born with physical disabilities. These two facts are enough to deprive them of the chance to become top mages.

The church and the nobility cultivate power, and most of them choose healthy civilian children - "normal" geniuses are the most popular, and those in power don't really need the top ones. The cost of cultivating mages is not low, and the defects caused by amazing talents cannot be cured. This means that even if it takes a little more time to train a less qualified mage to follow the next generation, people are not willing to bring back a troublesome character who needs to be taken care of all the time.

The troublesome character Hamlin felt the dry and cold air blowing against his skin and lowered his head silently.

His self-esteem does not allow him to sit in the house, he can only do some simple handicrafts to make a living, and sees his brother with excellent fighting aptitude go to the dock to carry goods for a lifetime to support his disabled brother who cannot go out.

I should be satisfied, Hamlin thought. At least he was lucky, Oliver Ramon brought his brother a great fortune. He just needs to do the final job well, redeem his sight, and go back to his brother.

As long as he can go back alive.

The scouting team split into two teams is small and people are being as cautious as possible. As the team descended into the abyss, Hamlin could barely hear anything from the outside world save for muffled murmurs and light footsteps—his heartbeat was louder than those two sounds combined.

Simple exchange of three meals a day with someone who takes care of you, and nothing else.

But as time goes by, the boundless fear mixed with the coming freedom becomes especially sharp and deadly. Hamlin opened his mouth slightly, breathing faster and faster. His head began to groggy, and his thoughts gradually became confused.

How many days have passed? Where have they gone now?

Are the people around him really still there?

"Are you okay?" As if sensing his unease, a hand patted his forearm on the armrest.

"Lord Cross... uh, Mr. Cross." Hamlin muttered softly. "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous. You, you are the escort, and as a rule we shouldn't talk too long. I'll cause you trouble."

"According to the map, we still have half a day to go." The voice of the former judge knight commander was completely different from what he thought, low and gentle. "Never mind, if you want to say something, I can listen."

"I...I have nothing to say, thank you, thank you very much."

I'm really stupid. As soon as the words came out, Hamlin felt a little remorse. What he needs most now is communication, but after all, the other party was once in a high position like the Judge Knight Commander...

"You're welcome." The gentle bass didn't stop, "Then let me do it."

Hamlin nodded subconsciously.

"Lord Quinn is considering abolishing the choir and looking for a more reasonable way to reorganize. Although I have no position now, I still want to apologize to you."

"Nothing to be sorry for, and I got paid. After all, Rad taught us a way, which is the grace of God."

"The reward is your strength, not your current pain." Adrian Cross sounded serious. "It's a fair deal, not a handout, and you don't have to put yourself that low."

"But..."

"God's grace." A smiling voice interjected. The voice was equally good, but unfortunately every word was saturated with frivolity. "Why, Mr. Elmer, did you know—the original choir didn't need a mortgage on sight."

Hamlin completely forgot he was in the abyss, and he shook his head in confusion.

"People like you are geniuses, and geniuses always learn things very quickly. Of course, there are also people who can learn with their eyes and turn their heads. I think you can guess the What happened next, there was a choir member who had learned enough, terminated the contract, and revealed most of the secret spells of the Rad Sect. Well, how can I say this? At that time, the Pope arbitrarily adjusted 'the grace of God' ', maybe he counted the pounds."

"Dylan!"

Adrian started having headaches again.

Under his appeasement, the poor young man's breathing just showed signs of easing, and was frightened back by Mr. Dylan's disrespectful remarks. Originally, this illegal conversation had already attracted warning glances from many mad believers. As soon as Jesse Dylan's bad words came out, the mad believer closest to them looked very much like he was going to draw a sword and cut something.

Jesse fingered a strand of blond hair that fell down, grinning, and trying to make a face like she always did.

But this time he didn't succeed.

The blond young man frowned, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and coughed a few times. When he took off the handkerchief, it was stained with dazzling blood.

After a few days of walking, Jesse was too lazy to lead the sheep. The grey parrot has a leash around its neck and is forced to take over the responsibility of taking care of the Fuller goat. Now it saw the bright red on the handkerchief and almost fell to the ground in shock.

"Oops." Jesse sighed softly, threw a cleaning spell and put it back in his pocket.

"What's wrong with you?" The bloodstain on the back of the neck was taking effect, Adrian quietly drew a soothing circle on Hamlin's arm, then he turned his face and rushed to Jesse beside him He frowned tightly. "Don't tell me you're fine."

Jesse Dylan's face was no longer slightly pale, and in the darkness, that beautiful face turned completely pale.

"My spirit is dying. How about healing me with a kiss, my knight?" Mr. Dylan's expression was the same as before.

"Please don't make such a joke now."

"Don't mind, I won't die anyway." Seeing that he could not hide the problem, the blond young man shrugged indifferently.

Adrian Close was silent for a while, then sighed: "Even Mr. Wright knows what pain is like. This is not a matter of life and death. Let me ask you another way, how do you feel?"

Jesse Dillon raised her eyebrows: "Does it feel? It hurts a little bit, but it's okay. Do you feel bad for me, dear?"

Adrian shook his head helplessly. He stepped forward, stretched out his hands, held Jesse's chin with one hand, cut the fingers of the other hand with magic, pulled Jesse's hair back, and drew a small but extremely delicate drawing on his forehead 's array.

Jesse rarely moved. Adrian could feel a subtle smile on the face of the other person who was close at hand, and his unseemly eyes were brushing his face inch by inch.

"You seem to have a poor tolerance for abyss magic." Skillfully ignoring the other party's ambiguous behavior. After drawing the magic circle, he explained patiently.

"I think so too." Jesse's fingertips brushed the blood on his forehead, and his smile became more meaningful. "Your judgment is very accurate, Ed... It seems that I am not welcome here, very unwelcome. Alas, the atmosphere just now was so good, you should give me a good kiss."

"Come here, Mr. Dylan. Your position is too marginal, and given your physical condition... it's not suitable." Adrian ignored him and continued solemnly road.

Jesse Dillon crossed his arms, looking reluctant.

Although there is no problem with the circle, he does not look much better. Adrian hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out a hand softly: "Please come here."

"Ed, in fact, I've been to the abyss before." Jesse grabbed the hand, his palm uncharacteristically cold. "Last time it wasn't so bad at all, maybe that's what people say about 'allergies only the second time around'."

"Perhaps." Adrian responded calmly, glancing at Jesse beside him.

Jesse Dillon smiled weakly and said nothing. He followed Adrian quietly, shutting his mouth like Tumbleweeds had been expecting, and stopped talking.

They continued quietly.

Too quiet, a thought popped out of the knight commander's mind for no reason. He is clearly familiar with this dead silence, which has run through almost his entire life, but now he is unexpectedly unable to adapt to it again.

Adrian stopped instinctively.

As a battle-hardened warrior, a qualified leader. He was used to thinking about all the bad possibilities, but somehow, he never thought that "Jesse Dylan might disappear from the world". Maybe it's because the proud guy always looks overconfident, maybe it's because of the bottomless abnormal strength of the other party.

Perhaps because the other person always has a casual and relaxed smile on his face.

Embracing some kind of strange irritability, Adrian looked to the front of the team - the dark blue dragon was walking in front, and the commander Lugo stood on the dragon's head, looking only a small dot . They marched in the exact opposite direction with the other team, and after a few days, they were finally about to leave the land of the ghost's throat.

The seventh hidden magic circle is not far away.

They will **** the reconnaissance team to obtain the final information, and then the giant dragon will immediately equip the expensive dragon breath stone flying props, and quickly fly back to the surface with everyone, and join another team in the Meet at the entrance. They have to survive a possible battle first, and then have to deal with fanatics who don't know what to do.

This task is quite dangerous, but not complicated.

He shouldn't get restless just because of an accident.

But he still stopped, and when Jesse Dillon followed slowly, Adrian stepped forward again, and the two walked side by side in silence. He stood firmly on the outer edge of the weakly defended team, holding the metal bow in his hands tightly, keeping the always annoying guy firmly inside the team.

Jesse remained silent.

The burning pain in her internal organs, Jesse, who had hardly suffered on the surface, did not like this new strange feeling at all. Nearly ten years ago, he had come to the bottom of the abyss - when everything was under control, it was very smooth, and he had no opponents.

Almost nothing.

The situation has changed now, and something unreasonable is happening at the bottom of the abyss. Even with all his knowledge of Nemo Wright's background, Jesse still can't be sure what's going on down there.

And he must know.

Because this sense of destructive oppression is undoubtedly directed at me. The Nemo Wright he knew would not have this level of hostility towards him, but apart from Mr. Wright, there was no other life in this world that could suppress his life so much.

What did Nemo Wright plan before heading to the surface?

Even if he uses "this part" of his body as a bargaining chip, he must at least determine the degree of danger at the bottom of the abyss. It's just that if this body is worn out here, all the information collected during this time will be...

"Ed, are you protecting me?" Jesse glanced at the humans walking by his side, skillfully injecting a smile into his voice. "Then you have to protect me, I'm very vulnerable."

"Okay." After half a minute of silence, Adrian replied softly.