Stray: Chapter 179 sophistication

The night fell, the autumn wind was bleak, a pale moon was embedded in the night sky, and half was blocked by the church spire. Nemo stood in front of Clement's Cathedral, looking out at the orange lights in the grand building.

This atmosphere is very good, and it is suitable for a final battle. Nemo tugged at his collar to the left, forcing his composure, and stuffed the cold Meiji into his mouth with the right. The little spider took the initiative to climb into the gap of the collar, and Bagmoru received a bland instruction as soon as he started to comb his hair with his beak.

"You act with Ann, Bagelmore." Nemo said slurring, shoving Meiji into his mouth.

The female warrior took out the jug and just poured herself two sips of wine. She sighed and tucked the jug back into her belt irritably, "Thanks, Nemo."

"I knew it would be like this." The gray parrot, who had returned to his normal color, complained sadly, "If you have other demons, don't want me! I'm not in the academy again. If something goes wrong, this spider is at best a rank - I'm not good enough, you say?"

"It's too big. We're going to see the Pope of the Radism, I don't know if he will have any advanced detection system there. Your power is too strong, in case I impose it on you The Concealment Charm is discovered... that scene is ugly." Nemo responded sincerely.

Grey parrot hummed dissatisfiedly, staring at Nemo's collar, as if determined to rip out the little spider with her eyes.

An rarely laughed, she just silently took out a few brown sugar cubes from the side bag of her belt and threw them towards Bagelmore. The latter caught them firmly before moving reluctantly to Ann's shoulders.

"I'm going to inquire about something. When you're done, remember to contact me with the communication crystal."

Nemo wiped it with the par, then looked at the cathedral in front of him for a while, and moved in the direction of Oliver - the latter's face was equally nervous. Oliver stretched out a trembling hand and wiped the crumbs off Nemo's grey-black robe.

Compared to the two people who looked nervous enough to vomit, Jesse and Adrian were much calmer.

"You're a big guy anyway, seriously, Mr. Wright. What are you nervous about?" Jesse's tone was a little bit of hatred.

"Can't help it." Nemo frowned.

When Ann left, the four of Tumbleweed were officially ushered into the meeting room, and Oliver was so nervous that he stumbled on the threshold. It's a pity that his nervous object doesn't seem to be nervous at all - the old Pope yawned under the bright magic light, with a light blue peaked nightcap on his head very unruly, and the most simple robe on his body. After that long yawn, the elderly Pope Quinn leaned on the soft satin pillow and carefully added milk to the tea.

There is not a single trial knight in the room, only a tall and thin servant standing quietly in the corner, his breath is not weak, but it is not their right at all. Seeing everyone step into the room, the footman made a polite guiding gesture and compared them to the couch against the wall. On the stone table in front of the couch, there were warm honey water and melons cut into small pieces. fruit.

Oliver: "..." This is completely different from what he imagined to see the Pope.

"Young people are spirited." The Ladd Pope winked, "Old people go to bed very early. Oh, see you again, Mr. Dylan. You are faster than I thought. Much faster."

"Is the pastry still there?" Jesse rubbed it with interest.

"Dear Philip, go and prepare some snacks for our tumbleweed, thank you." The Pope waved to the footman.

I didn't expect that the first sentence of my team members was to ask for food. Oliver looked up at the ceiling sadly - after scanning the portrait of Chenni on the ceiling, he resolutely looked back again.

"Ann Savage and the bird are not here. Well, but it doesn't matter. The head is...I think, Oliver Lopez?" The Pope sipped his tea and said lightly .

Oliver sat up straight on the sofa.

"Don't be nervous, after all, someone from the mercenary guild has entrusted the mercenary guild to investigate you. I have a good relationship with the president Blok." Nemo. "You have done a lot of things in the labyrinth of Isamel. Horizon submitted a briefing not long ago, and the content is very interesting."

"That's it, Lord Quinn. Our captain broke the Sword of Residual Fire, so I didn't have time to be admitted - Sword of Residual Fire's request was free of guilt and confusion. Right? I'm actually very confident to be a candidate for the hero, which is a pity." The dessert plate was placed on the edge of the fruit plate, and Jesse picked up a piece of dessert and nibbled it gracefully. "This is really delicious, Ed, don't you want a piece?"

The former knight commander stood solemnly by the sofa, not intending to sit down or answer. Nemo slumped his shoulders, trying to make himself less conspicuous.

"I'm afraid it's not just the overfire. Destroying the dragon's breath stone ball, splitting the space. Either one is much more serious than the overfire. Of course, of course, it's not that the overfire damage is not serious— When we photographed it, it took a lot of money."

Oliver's face turned from pale to pale.

"But you came out to see us quickly." Jesse kicked Oliver in the calf to get him back. "If you just want to recover losses or punish us, we should have the heavily armed Judgment Knights under our noses right now."

"Oh." Pope Quinn scratched his cheek, the wrinkles on his face gathered in a smile. "Good sense, Mr. Dylan."

Oliver, who was so nervous that he was about to pass out, woke up from a dream, and the strange courage in his heart made him take the initiative to speak for the first time: "You... plan to make a deal with us?"

No other possibility. What they made was not a trivial matter. The Isamel Labyrinth was one of the wonders of the entire surface. Without the huge dragon's breath stone sphere as its core, it was estimated that it could no longer operate as precisely as before. As the Rad Sect, which has the right to interpret miracles, it stands to reason that they would like to have their heads screwed off. But the Pope of Radhism was sitting in front of them, and the old **** was drinking tea with excess milk.

Even if Pope Dwayne Quinn is well known, he will not show goodwill for no reason to this Black Badge team that got into trouble.

"Godwin Lopez contacted the researcher on my side before giving the briefing." The old Pope did not directly answer Oliver's question. "He wants to determine if there might be another reason for the damage to the Dragon's Breath orb. Your cousin, Mr. Commander, is serious about trying to minimize the impact of this. Godwin's a nice lad, So we are naturally happy to give him an answer.”

Nemo swallowed loudly and found the Pope's eyes swept over. He was busy squeezing on the soft sofa, wishing to squeeze himself into the sofa cushion.

"'Recently, the state of the Dragon's Breath stone ball is not very stable, we need to check the information to answer you.'... We responded like this for the time being. So in the briefing, he did not mention this. "

Oliver held his breath.

"You have no idea of ​​what the Dragon's Breath stone means, do you?" the old Pope sighed, "In terms of value, you may have damaged a hundred flawless diamonds of equal volume. . Do you understand now?"

Nimo's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously looked at Oliver who was sitting next to him - Oliver's face had a tendency to turn from blue to purple.

"In other words, Commander, if your actions spread out, it will be an incredible power and notoriety." Jesse warmly added that the dim sum on the plate had been wiped out by him half.

"And you held the news down...what do you want?" Oliver breathed carefully, trying to save his overwhelmed heart. Pope Quinn doesn't seem to like direct answers, and he just wants a good one.

"A favor." The old man said happily.

“…what? Uh, sorry, what did you just mean?” Oliver suspected he had heard it wrong.

"If I'm not mistaken, your power is not as simple as it seems. Take you, Mr. Lopez...or Mr. Ramon? I can't see your power at all , this is very good. And from my experience of watching people over the past few decades, you are also a good young man, not as rambunctious as rumored. So I want an agreement."

"I can help you hide the dragon's breath stone, the report will be based on the information disclosed by Horizon now - you just destroyed the sword of residual fire, that space crack is probably Issa The natural product of the adjustment of the Great Labyrinth of Mel. The Rudd will add one, and you also stole the gem on the Sword of Remnant Fire."

The former knight commander looked at Jesse Dillon in surprise, and the latter twitched the corners of his mouth.

"In this way, the dangers of you will remain in the impression of 'thief', and perhaps the level of the black seal will be improved, but there will be no curious forces staring at you. If I am not mistaken, than Fight and fight, you prefer a quiet life."

“…what protocol do you want?”

"First, I hope you and your teammates will not make any dangerous actions against the surface, and the judgment of 'dangerous' is up to me. Second, before the expedition, there will always be There are black chapters and people from the Holy See who are in the vanguard, exploring the way to the bottom of the abyss. To tell you the truth, I have trained a lot of lovely and capable young people. Softhearted, I don't want to see them die in vain in the abyss - so when that time comes, I want you and your team to act as Radical escorts. Would you?"

Oliver glanced at Nemo quickly, frowning slightly. "I…"

"Black Badges of Snake rank and above must participate in the expedition pioneer, otherwise they will be disqualified from the Black Badge." Adrian Cross said quietly, "But less than ten years have passed since the last expedition. Years, no one knows when the next expedition will be."

"Yes, yes. So this contract has an expiration date. You are twenty years old now, so let's take another ten years. If there is no plan to expedition on the surface within ten years, this part of the agreement will also be voided. Yes." The Pope said with emotion, "Alas, it's a pity that I can't live by that time."

"If you must participate in the expedition pioneer, then I am willing to take care of the people of the Rudd. Do you have any opinions?"

Nemo shook his head with a complicated expression, Jesse was enjoying himself, at least he didn't seem to have a problem. As for the former knight commander, Adrian is even less likely to have other ideas. Even if there is no such agreement, he will definitely not sit idly by and watch the people of the Rad Sect suffer.

"I agree." Oliver took a deep breath.

"Very good." Pope Quinn patted with satisfaction. "The contract will be ready soon, you only need to sign it. But if you violate the contract, I will disclose all the information about you and your team, please remember."

"That's fair."

“…and Mr. Dylan, if you like this snack so much, you can take a few boxes with you.”

"Lord Quinn, you will definitely become the most successful pope in the history of the Radhist religion." Jesse exclaimed with emotion.

The old Pope really didn't mean to keep them. Oliver took away the sterling silver seal that symbolized the agreement to take effect as a token. And Jesse took five boxes of snacks, and it was a little bit like walking.

"One person, one box." He announced contentedly.

Nimo was silent. During the whole conversation, the Pope just glanced at him with a deep meaning at first, and then his eyes never fell on him again. Nemo wouldn't really believe it was the shading effect of the soft sofa, and the old Pope ignored him.

He couldn't figure it out.

But since the result is good, maybe it's nothing. After all, he wasn't Della Lane, and he didn't have a suffocating curiosity.

"Why?" In Clementine Cathedral, someone helped him ask this question. Servant Felix tore off the soft mask on his face, revealing the face of Discipline Bishop Felix. "You just let them go? Their strength is too dangerous. Even with this agreement, it is likely to cause—"

"We are not their right."

"What did you say?!"

"Ed is alright, I know the ability of that kid. But Oliver Lopez, Nemo Wright, Jesse Dillon... Well, this is the first time I've seen it in my life. Such a monster. Felix, with all Alban's forces, maybe you can deal with an Oliver Lopez. Nemo Wright is an interesting man. There is too little information about him, so I won't comment. But Jesse Dillon...maybe more dangerous than we thought."

“…”

"So I gave them two options - either get bitten by mosquitoes like a stray dog, or make friends and give each other a little convenience. It's a very good business. Don't show that Look, Felix, you know I'm a businessman. I'm not Alban's first emperor, and I won't do stupid things like destroying treasures if I can't control them."

"But Jesse Dillon, I've looked into it. He's called 'Viper' and has a little talent for divination. There's nothing special about that. Why do you think that ?"

"The admission letter to the Royal Military Academy of Clement, yes, it was the two that Mr. Wright and Mr. Ramon got in. According to my information, it was arranged by Mr. Dillon. "

"Is there any problem with this? Although it is not easy to confuse the real with the test level of Clementine College, but..."

"No." The smile on the old Pope's face faded a little. "That's the problem. I have to read those two letters. They are true."

“…”

"You know how well our most important bishops are protected, especially spiritually. But Jesse Dillon did it without a trace, if it wasn't for me Look, those two letters will really be dealt with as fakes. Don't look at tumbleweeds as just a group of young people, that's not what we should be entangled with. Don't be too obsessed with them anymore, at my age, Alas, some things are hard to confuse."

The Discipline Bishop frowned, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.

"It's not a good idea, dear Felix." The Pope stood up, straightened the nightcap on his bald head, and put his pair behind his back. "Remember the reason why you believed in deni in the first place. Faith in this thing, I still prefer it to be a crutch than a weapon. If all that may threaten us, we will get rid of them one by one - then the world will definitely change into a special place.”

At the same time, facing the hotels full of people, the four tumbleweeds were huddled under the bridge by the river, silently eating snacks and waiting for the sunrise. As soon as they left the church, they were the first to contact Ann. But the female warrior just mumbled vaguely to show that she knew, and then hurriedly cut off contact.

There are only dim sum scum left in the dim sum box, and the sun is just showing a little bit of brilliance. Oliver leaned all over Nemo, his head twitched uncontrollably, and he was about to fall asleep.

The black seal on his chest suddenly trembled.

Oliver, who was half asleep, rubbed his eyes and skillfully called out the task screen.

"A task?" He shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Assign a mission to assist the client to meet with Delia Alastair." Nemo whispered intimately, but he still failed to control his voice whose tone changed due to shock. "Client Ann Savage."

"...remuneration...the arrears are written off, plus all my personal property?!"