Stray: Chapter 21 first task

Bagelmoru stared tremblingly at the silver candlestick beside him, trying to distract himself. The delicate silver and white patterns reflect a fascinating halo in the firelight, a scene that can never be seen in the abyss.

It knows that it is not special, it completely inherits the timid characteristics of Ke Ruiwen flat snake - they are only ordinary middle-level demons, and live by devouring the corpses of other demons. Compared with other races, the powerful digestive power is their only special feature. After all, not every kind of demon can extract residual magic power from carrion.

The corpse of the superior demon whose magic power has not dissipated can be swallowed up.

There really is such a place in the abyss.

High-level demons don’t like their corpses being gnawed by a group of unknown soldiers. When their lifespan is approaching the limit, most of them choose to fall into the bottom of the abyss – there is the demon king’s territory, open and empty. Silence, filled with thick darkness. Only a very small number of superior demons who are particularly confident in their own strength dare to go there for food. Rumor has it that there are some strange races that the demons themselves can't figure out, surviving in the icy darkness, but to be honest, they don't care about the sparse group of monsters.

They just need to know where is the best place to sleep forever.

Since they have inherited the glorious tradition of their ancestors' counseling to the bone marrow, it is naturally impossible for Bagelmore to go to that kind of **** by himself. That day, it was dragging its huge body, intending to stretch itself in the lava—a dying man falling into the abyss just rubbed it, and the huge body of the superior demon smashed the rock platform into pieces, and the curled horns tied it. Hook firmly. The ribbon-shaped flat snake fainted out of nowhere.

I don't know how long it took, it woke up at the bottom of the abyss and found itself being carried by something like a hemp rope - it was shocked and stiff, and the countless eyes around the edge of the body went crazy Spin around. It is already a big man among the Ke Ruiwen flat snakes, and it can stretch even more than 500 meters. But at this moment it was being grabbed by the tail, and its head couldn't even touch the ground.

The force even made it impossible to faint freely. Bagelmore stopped thinking for a moment, and his body became even more rigid, desperately trying to get away with pretending to be dead.

The three eccentric eyeballs came closer, and Bagelmore felt a sharp pain in his back. It trembled all at once, waiting in boundless terror for what might be more painful to chew or devour—

But death did not come.

Something hot seeped into its body through the wound, and the flat snake wailed silently. The blood in its whole body is boiling, and the pain is so painful that it can't wait to die in an instant. In the overwhelming pain and burning, Bagelmore rolled his body into a tight ball, and finally passed out as he wished.

When it woke up, it found itself wrapped in a thick cocoon. The huge monster has long since left, and its whole body is surging with endless magic power.

Baggarmoru was dizzy due to the pie falling from the sky, it rammed in the darkness regardless, and quickly left the bottom of the abyss.

The ecstasy of the rest of her life mixed with the joy of inexplicable advancement, it almost burst its four hearts together. It can finally leave here for real - although the middle-level demons are not restricted by the rules of the abyss, they can enter and exit the abyss freely. But with their pitiful strength, they would be smashed to the ground by the powerhouses of other races within a few steps, not to mention exploring far away.

It wandered in the middle of the abyss for several years, and finally found out the specific way to leave the abyss. It took its own flesh and blood with great anticipation and practiced with anticipation—

Then was slapped by fate.

Damn Wright, **** Vance, **** everything. As the gray parrot stammered, he fell into endless annoyance—perhaps from the moment he was dragged into the abyss by the superior demon, his luck had not improved at all.

"Three giant red eyes." Vance completely ignored the grey parrot's bad mood and looked thoughtful. "From your description, it sounds like the tenth generation, the three-eyed corpse dragon."

"I don't know," replied the parrot weakly.

"Do you know which generation it is now?" Vance's face smiled even more, "The current devil is the nineteenth generation. Little guy, if you are not lying, then you Got to sleep for almost two thousand years...you don't know how much, how much I wish you were lying."

The superior demon in the human body folded his arms and did not seem to have any intention of respecting the elderly.

"According to you, the power of your flesh and blood was taken away by humans - this is the first time I have heard of such a thing in all my life."

"Maybe...maybe I'm not very skilled, I was only an intermediate before, you know..."

"Enough." The crystal pillar beside the candlestick suddenly made a sound, and Vance was obviously not the only one listening. "Enough, Vance. We can get Wright and study it ourselves."

"No."

"Why?"

"This bird does not have the aura of a demon king. I checked its flesh just now, and its flesh is indeed the smell of a high-level demon - but its current strength is undoubtedly only the level of an intermediate-level demon. It's just that ordinary flesh cuts don't happen, at least I don't know who can do it, Della Laineen."

"There's really no such case. That's why I'm proposing to get Wright - aren't you curious?"

"If this **** isn't lying, it only means one thing."

“…you shouldn’t…”

"The power that belonged to the Demon King was taken away by Wright, which does explain Pandoratel's behavior. I don't think a flat snake has the ability to lie. Listen, that Wright doesn't Like people who are willing to go 'on this side', I believe they will seek the truth on their own. Just keep an eye on them."

"Vance." The bright male voice was a little colder. "You have no authority over me."

"But I can kill you." Vance answered briskly, licking the corner of his lips.

The grey parrot moved desperately into the shadow of the candlestick, trying to reduce his presence.

"Just a little curiosity, I'm sure you can overcome it." Vance added softly, "We have more important things to do, don't we?"

There was a long silence over the crystal.

"...Although I don't think it's very likely." The voice sounded again, and the tone was equally cold. "Are you too influenced by humans? Vance, we all know that 'Demon Lord' is just a wishful name for humans. It's not our king, and it doesn't require the **** loyalty of our little characters. For us , it's just a monster of monsters."

Talbot Vance did not answer. He lifted the shivering grey parrot, and his other hand made a virtual circle in the air. The black incantation climbed up the parrot's neck, and it trembled more and more.

"Shh...good boy, don't be afraid," he whispered, "It's just a small guarantee—if you mention today in any way, it will blow you up beautifully. Blood Flower, please keep this in mind."

He let go, and the grey parrot scrawled out of the dark basement, completely forgetting that he still had wings.

The two who were still at the registration place were inexplicably relieved about it.

"I really didn't see it." Nemo touched his nose awkwardly and looked away from Oliver's face. "Ann said it could find me. You see, it's probably a... ugh, you know. So it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, its power is still with me!"

For the first time in his life, Oliver came into contact with such a careless demon believer - or a suspected demon warlock - he had nothing to say, so he nodded.

"I'm not very convenient to squeeze past, you can quickly go to the task bar to see." Ann slumped in the corner and threw the small lead cube around his neck in Nemo's direction. "Hurry up, save the good quests from being picked up... Remember to pick up the ones near Hailam!"

Nimo deftly caught the small metal pieces that flew in, and dragged Oliver into the crowd, with the attitude of using the latter as a shield to open the way. Seeing the two coming over, the crowd made a gap very interestingly. The smiles of the female employees remained motionless, as if painted on their faces. She took the three lead squares that Nemo handed over, made a gesture, and the three dim black seals suddenly fell into Nemo's palm.

Nemo couldn't help but look down for a few seconds. The black seal is heavy, there are positives and negatives, like a living lizard carved on the front, and a simple magic circle on the back, plus the name of the holder - but the magic circle looks gray, not Like it can be used.

"All lizards?" he asked aloud.

"Your team has not decreased or increased. This is a tentative comprehensive rating." The girl said sweetly, "Please pour magic into your black badge and choose your mission. ."

Nemo squeezed the black metal as hard as he could, but it didn't help the magic - the black chapter lay quietly between his fingers, unresponsive .

Well, his routine is back again. Nemo immediately gave Oliver a look of help.

Oliver touched the black chapter with his fingertips, and the next second a light screen the size of a book page appeared in front of them - it was densely listed with rows of tasks, and new ones appeared from time to time, or old ones. of extinguished.

"You can specify the country or city, and the type of task." The female employee made no secret of her concern for the two. "Common language, the pronunciation is standard enough."

"Garland, Hiram." Oliver cleared his throat, "Mission type... um, mission type..."

“How about finding people or things?” Nemo said. “Feel safe.”

"Isn't there a task limit for the Advanced Black Badge? Will this kind of task not have...?"

Two people stared at the real-time results - a task lay there quietly.

"Quick." Nemo jabbed at the flickering text, then found to his dismay that his touch had no effect. "…Whoops, I hate this design."

The quest description is very brief, not the type that should appear in the Black Badge quest scope.

"'I would like to have a face-to-face with Adrian Close. Deposit upfront, remuneration negotiable.' Client Joanna Edwards, in Hiram. Any trustee." Oliver said, frowning slightly. "Will this be a bit..." It's too ordinary, but it looks suspicious.

"Maybe it was just hung up, maybe it was a couple arguing - oops, pick it up first. Don't miss it my friend!" Nemo snapped his fingers anxiously. Just now he could see a lot of quest titles such as "Hunting Ten Mutated Griffins" and "Dealing with Plague Carcasses". Compared to this, this is simply touching.

Oliver touched the fingerprint mark next to the quest, and a parchment full of contract instructions appeared in front of them instantly. Nemo quickly read it, it was full of official rhetoric and nothing of substance. Oliver seems to have noticed this too - he stretched out his finger and scribbled his signature under the contract. And just as he removed his fingers, the roll of parchment turned into a solid body and slowly fell in front of him.

"This is the end?" Nemo looked at the roll of parchment curiously.

"...probably." Oliver rolled the paper, sounding uncertain. "Let's go and say hi to Ann."

"I got it? It's very neat." An back leaned against the corner of the wall and nodded at the scroll in Oliver's hand. "What mission?"

"It's a tracing request from a lady," Nemo said. "She wants to meet Adrian Cross."

"Tracking commission, yes... wait, who? Meet with whom?"

"Adrian Cross."

“…who?!”

The two found something wrong, Nemo and Oliver looked at each other deeply.

"Adrian Cross..."

"...I will be killed by you two sooner or later." Ann's hunting spear slammed to the ground, and she buried her face in her palms. "Gosh, we're screwed."

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