Stray

    Baggarmoru wanted to run away.

    It has no idea what the superior demon named Nemo Wright is thinking. At the beginning, it did feel that the contract was a bit strange. After the power was taken away, the contract that should have been completed was stuck in a very delicate state. Through the spell residue, it can still sense the existence of the other party, but it can no longer do anything other than that.

    If Wright is a human, it can still wonder if there is something wrong with his spells. Wright isn't, however, and that only means one thing - if Wright wants to, he can also trace it backwards. And it is very sure that the current Wright is much stronger than himself, maybe he will not mind the flesh and blood that has fallen to the intermediate level, but Bagelmore does not want to take this risk at all.

    Even if you really become a brainless parrot, it is better than losing this flesh and blood completely.

    These idiots don't understand at all - the grey parrot tucks its head into its wings, ignoring Debbie Wright who has just stepped into the room - Humans don't know as much about demons as they think, This Black Badge team had no idea what an unreasonable monster they were facing.

    Generally speaking, the strength of the superior demon is proportional to the size of the body. Assuming that Nemo Wright is really a complete superior demon, judging from his size alone, his strength is not much stronger than Pandoratel made of mist, and should even be lower than Pandoratel.

    Adrian Cross should also know this rule, so he tolerated Ramon's naive proposal. Bagelmore slandered angrily, if the former Judge Knight Commander could feel everything he sensed, he would definitely report the situation to the Holy See regardless.

    Baglemore didn't know what Nemo Wright was like when he was hostile, but he remembered exactly where the familiarity of that breath came from - it felt very similar at the bottom of the abyss breath. It was a dead energy so thick that it almost condensed into a solid body, and a nothingness that seemed to devour everything.

    High-level demons are just ordinary creatures after all, and no race is born with such a terrifying aura. That breath will not be contaminated by anyone, and will only be born from the most brutal fighting. As a member of the race that is best at avoiding danger in the entire abyss, Bagmoru is very familiar with it - that is not the level of fighting that Pandoratel can survive.

    But Nemo Wright claims he crawled to the surface as soon as he was born.

    He is lying, he must be lying. If this is a lie, then the statement about the ontology must be the same - after all, there is only one exception in the abyss where the size and strength are completely disproportionate.

    The grey parrot shivered violently.

    "Hey, Dylan..." It muttered softly, and the blond youth raised his eyebrows and squinted at it.

    "...When was the eighteenth generation demon king defeated?" Absolutely impossible, Bagelmore thought. But the unknown cold climbed up its back, and it just couldn't help asking. "I heard that it should be the nineteenth generation now."

    "Twenty years ago." Jesse Dillon turned his gaze back to Debbie in the center of the room. "The nineteenth generation? No one has obtained information these years, but they returned with a full load last time. The next expedition should not be so fast. Why, you suspect..." He seemed suddenly interested, lowered his voice, and moved his beautiful face closer very close. "Mr. Wright is the nineteenth generation demon king?"

    "I don't!" Bagelmore held back a scream, "He...he must be a rogue, he can't be that thing!"

    "You should have some confidence in yourself, sweet little guy." The smile on Jesse's face became more obvious, "Maybe you guessed it right."

    "But if that's true, O'Lore... O'lore won't be unresponsive by now." It was almost paralyzed by its absurd conjecture, but it was caught in time. A lifesaver. "...you're kidding me!"

    "Oh, yes." Jesse coughed lightly, "Who made you look so serious? Can't help it, sorry."

    But the grey parrot was not fooled by him.

    "You don't ask me who Orori is." It stared suspiciously at the pretty face of the blond youth, "You know Orori?"

    "Guess what?" Jesse replied casually, turning his eyes back to the center of the room again—

    "...Nimo, did your team choose people based on their faces? I like this idea." Debbie, who had entered the door shortly after, stood in the center of the room and glanced around. "What were you doing just now? Why is everyone looking... uh, not very happy."

    "Nimo just saw the doctor, we are just asking about the situation." Ann answered quickly.

    Hearing the word "doctor", the girl lowered her head slightly. "Ah...yes, Nemo can't remember what happened before he was picked up. So you're here to find Ms. Nadine..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and the subtle embarrassment was about to spread.

    "So what?" The girl took a few breaths and quickly changed the subject. "Nemo, have you recovered your memory?"

    "It's back." Nemo tried to squeeze a less suspicious smile, his face froze. "Nothing special - I survived by luck in the first place, much as we guessed when we were kids."

    Debbie narrowed her eyes: "Are you sure? I guessed that you survived by breathing fire when I was a child."

    "...and old Patrick guessed as well."

    Debbie looked him up and down, then glanced at the gray parrot beside the blond young man, who was yanking his feathers, and it took a long time to say "oh".

    "Does Horizon have to kill Nadine?" Seeing that Nemo couldn't hold back, Anri quickly brought the topic back. "Don't mind, I'm just asking - after all, you stopped me from asking the innkeeper any further, I don't think you're a completely impersonal style of behavior."

    "We investigated and she hid the whole village from everyone, not even telling her best friends - they all thought Nadine was her own 'grandmother'." Debbie The smile on her face dimmed, and she jumped to the table in the room and sat down, dangling her legs. "Although I don't know the reason...but she works so hard to maintain the status quo, she should have her intentions."

    "Miss Wright." When Debbie stepped into the room, Oliver spoke for the first time, with inexplicable nervousness in his voice. "According to Mrs. Nadine, the client should only be her ordinary patient. The matter should not be irreversible."

    "As far as I know, there is no way to recover." Debbie stared at Oliver's face for two seconds, her legs stopped shaking, and her expression became a little more restrained. "As far as the mercenary guild's rules are concerned, the Eastern Witch is a genuinely hostile race, a potential threat. We swore to Shizhang that we would not let go of any dangerous elements that might harm our compatriots—unless she could throw all her powers away. But we all know that's impossible."

    "Why?" Nemo sat down on the edge of the bed, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Debbie was no longer struggling with his memory problems.

    "Have you ever seen any flower plucking yourself off, big brother?" The girl shook her head, "I have to give you some spell books, the library in Luban Township is full of unreliable ones. Stuff... The previous generation of the Eastern Witch will extract the lifespan of the offspring through the root system, you should know that. The connection of the root system obeys Woodruff's theorem, and they keep getting those deadly roots."

    "Just use the same source to hedge," Nemo heard himself say. He hadn't yet realized whether "Woodruff's Theorem" was a lingua franca word, and the words leaked out of his mouth. It was as natural as finding a long-forgotten old toy in a dusty box, and the jumble of runes and magic circles swept through his mind like a gust of wind.

    "...if it creates just the right recoil at the same time it eventually sucks, destroying the root's loop nodes in sequence, it will think the target is dead - and the root will be cut off completely. Woodruff's theorem in This is still the case.”

    Like Jade Bird's language, knowledge from unknown sources was churning in his mind.

    Debbie was silent for a while: "...which rich man donated a lot to the library?"

    Oops.

    Cold sweat suddenly burst out from Nemo's forehead, he himself has not recovered from this accident, and the chaotic thoughts made him completely stuck. So he had to look to Oliver for help—

    "We also went to a lot of places," Oliver said sincerely. "Nimo always liked to read, you know."

    "Okay, I thought my brother was in charge of logistics in the team." Debbie coughed, Oliver's innocent expression was surprisingly convincing, and the suspicion in the girl's eyes gradually dissipated. "Uh...that's theoretically possible. But IMHO, Madam Nadine isn't that strong. And to break the nodes, the roots have to be observed—no one can see the roots of the Eastern Witch."

    "I know you want to help her." Debbie straightened her robe, "But I'd advise for Nemo's sake—you'd better stay out, trust me, you're not The first group of people who want to do this. The head of the regiment is a mission freak, and he won't be merciful just because of...something." She gave Oliver a meaningful look. "I don't really want to mention the ending of those people before, don't ask."

    She put an end to the topic.

    The only contradiction is removed, and the atmosphere is relatively light. Nemo had to be pressed by Debbie and chatted for an hour. Oliver listened carefully, interrupting from time to time. And Adrian watched the first ten minutes numbly and left the room. An Ze stayed where he was, staring at a small gap on the edge of the wooden table in a daze.

    Until a repressed cry pierced the darkening sky.

    (m..=)