Stray: Chapter 95 camouflage

Duran Fergil sat down on the floor. The miscellaneous things behind finally fell to the ground, and it became quiet after a series of collision sounds. After a slack, he took out a prepared small drawing board from one of his pockets - the thick parchment was well glued to the thin board, which was light and convenient. The man hurriedly supported the drawing board on his knees with his left hand, took out a charcoal stick with his right hand, and began to draw the lively scene of the branch hall.

This team called Tumbleweed is even younger than he thought.

He subconsciously thought that the captain of the team would be the older Savage or Cross. Thinking about it carefully, Oliver Ramon is just an ordinary fugitive from a small town around him, and he will not have too strong appeal and leadership. On the other hand, in terms of the missions this team has taken on, the two missions they've done so far are all of the unremarkable type at first glance - the one with Adrian Cross that ended up being relatively insane Some, but it just proves that they have the ability to infiltrate the Garland dungeon, and are good at escaping.

The tracing mission in Vincent Township also appears to be a success. They seem to be stepping on the minimum standard of taking tasks every month, and they have no ambitions for expansion. Savage's strength and low profile are well-known in the industry. Even if Adrian Cross was strong before, he would not be able to make a splash if he lost his strength. Jesse Dillon, despite his notorious reputation, has never made a name for himself when it comes to money.

There is even a demon cult among them. In terms of faith acceptance, he couldn't find a more suitable team.

Fergil thought at random, took out a piece of dry bread, and began to rub the part of the parchment paper that was wrong.

He needs to pay attention. Fergil sighed—he had to stay away from Adrian Cross to prevent his own distortions from being noticed. In case the identity is found out, I don't know if this team is still willing to take his mission.

However, Duran Fergil's concerns have become reality.

"Well, Mr. Vergil doesn't look like a mage." Oliver thought, his face calm. "I don't know if he would mind telling us the purpose of entering the crypt of the Church of the Abyss."

"...Are you going to pick it up?" Nemo didn't hide the surprise in his voice, "Ordinary clients would be safer."

Oliver gave him a deep look with a complicated expression: "Of course, we have to talk to Ann first. Mr. Cross should give us some advice."

Oliver may not have reacted, Nemo thought firmly. He himself has no problem with pretending to be a demon warlock, but dealing with a real demon warlock is two different things. They have to take an ordinary task from an ordinary person, and it is the right way to act as cautiously as possible. Maybe the other two can comment on this -

Ann Savage laughed loudly and unceremoniously for three full minutes.

"Oh, isn't that just right?" Ann finally laughed enough, pounding her chest. "God, we should take a picture of his face - what the **** are you nervous about, Nemo?"

"Baggarmoru is what I have always carried, and it's my business to peek at the materials of the Abyss Church." Nemo said dryly, turning his face a little embarrassed. "Overall, I don't want to cause you too much trouble—"

"Since that gentleman is a demon warlock himself, he should have a good understanding of the Church of the Abyss. This will make things easier." Adrian Cross didn't mean to protest at all, But the expression is equally subtle. "Personally, now that I've discovered a demon warlock in disguise, I'd like to find out what his purpose is - after all, it's equivalent to an imminent superior demon."

"Yeah." An wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Nimo, the Demon Warlock is not a high-level demon, if necessary, you can directly suppress him. And no matter when you reveal it, What's the point, it's absolutely impossible for a demon warlock to inform other surface sects - you haven't thought about suppressing him?"

Nemo laughed dryly, scratched his head, and responded to the question with silence.

"Looking at Mr. Vergil's attitude, he seems to want to keep a low profile." Oliver hurriedly cleared the siege, "Just looking at the content of the mission is fine, at least you don't need to kill anyone." Killing the abyss one by one The mission of the church members lined up in his memory.

"I agree to take on this mission." The knight commander sighed, "But I will also say bluntly that this is for very personal reasons - Mr. Wright, I can always follow the watch, but this one ... Now that I know it, I can't pretend I didn't see it."

"I agree too." Ann said excitedly, patting Nemo on the back. "Get along well with the client, Nemo—"

"Don't ask Dylan's opinion?" Nemo tried to die, "or wait, there may be safer..."

"Are you still nervous?...Wow, are you still nervous?" Ann covered her mouth with her fist, "Puchi...I'm sorry, I'll laugh a little longer."

"Let's go see the client."

Duran Fergil is still in his old seat. As soon as he entered the hall, Nemo gave the other members a general description of the client's situation. The reaction of the two veteran players did not bring much peace of mind.

"This distortion is small." Adrian nodded, "He shouldn't be too crazy."

"It's the type I like." An Ze whistled, "A good figure."

Nimo completely abandoned the last ray of hope. He took a few deep breaths and followed Oliver's footsteps. And tried to hold back his face, not showing any too suspicious expression.

"I remember there was another one?" Duran Fergil put away the painting he was drawing, and stood up very generously - he stood so quickly that he was almost dragged back to the floor by the too heavy package behind him superior. "Oops... I'm sorry, I'm a little excited."

"In the toilet." Ann lied without hesitation, "Don't mind him."

"I will introduce myself again, my name is Duran Vergil. Painter, amateur exorcist, no fixed beliefs." He bowed slightly, staring at his nephew Mo also bowed stiffly, then straightened up like a spring.

"Exorcist?" The female warrior raised her eyebrows and pulled the back collar of Nemo's robe in a warning way. "Then what would you like us to do for you, Mr. Amateur Exorcist?" She accentuated the exorcist's voice.

And Adrian frowned, he didn't say a word, just carefully looked at the messy gadgets on Virgil's belt.

"I need to enter the crypt of the Abyss Church, I think you already know this." Fergil's tone became serious, "I won't ask you to take risks... Aren't you a demon believer? ? I need Mr. Wright to come with me. Infiltrating the tomb requires at least two people to meet each other, and other demon believers are not willing to take this job."

"Isn't it good for ordinary humans?" Oliver asked seriously.

"No. If you don't have a demonic breath on your body, you will never be able to infiltrate the Church of the Abyss." Duran shook his head, with a wry smile on his resolute face, "I know what you want to ask... In a sense, I am indeed a demon believer."

"The exorcist who has a contract with the devil?" An Rao answered with interest, "It sounds like a lot of inside information."

"That's it." Fergil replaced a wry smile with a normal one, "Anyway, thank you for taking my mission... God, you don't know how important this is to me. Please don't worry. , I will ensure Mr. Wright's safety!"

Nimo tried to tug at the corners of his mouth, but failed to laugh, so he had to remain expressionless.

"Mr. Wright, what about your familiar?" Virgil patted his head, "The data says it's a parrot, can I see it?"

"The parrot is throwing a tantrum and has been away for a few days." As soon as Nemo was about to speak, Oliver said quickly, "We are also having a headache."

"...that's a bit tricky, if the demon believer doesn't have a familiar..."

"It's better to pretend to be a demon sorcerer." An said meaningfully, "Can the Church of the Abyss be separated?"

"Theoretically not." Fergil shook his head, "But that's dangerous! Without a familiar, demon followers can't use abyss magic. If Mr. Wright needs to cast spells..."

"Oh, that's fine." A new voice interjected. "Mr. Wright has a great staff, he can use abyss spells, and you can rest assured of his strength."

Jesse walked over slowly, playing with a few **** of parchment in his hand, and a contract-like handwriting appeared in the gap between the balls: "I'm back from the toilet." He stretched his voice, beautiful His eyes glanced at Xiang An, who rolled his eyes.

"...Since you said so." The tall dark-skinned man hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "We shouldn't be there for long, so be it."

"We need a little time to prepare." Nemo took a deep breath and finally managed to keep his voice calm. "When do you want to leave?"

"The sooner the better, I'll see... how about eight tonight?"

"Okay." Oliver said, stepped forward and shook hands with Duran Fergil briefly, and handed over the task paper. "At eight o'clock tonight, gather here."

"I also have to prepare well." Fergil smiled, he carefully stuffed the paper roll into the smaller package, and then waved his hand boldly. "See you tonight then?"

He didn't hesitate, and walked out of the branch hall with a large bag and a small bag.

"Where did I get the staff, Mr. Dylan?" After confirming that Fergil's figure disappeared from the door, Nemo slowly grabbed Jesse's collar, "It will be revealed at the beginning!"

Surface magic can also be converted through media."

"It's an idea." Ann mused. "You'll have to change clothes by the way, Nemo. Now you look like everything, not a wizard."

"…" Nemo tugged at his coarse robe awkwardly.

"That's it." Oliver snorted, "Ann, can I ask you and Mr. Cross to prepare the staff together? Nemo and I are going to buy some 'more mage-like' clothes ."

"What about me?" Jesse cried, "Mr. Captain, you can't be so cruel to the new members!"

"The Fuller Goat needs to be looked after."

"I can take it with you! To be honest, do you really know what a senior mage should wear?"

"I know—"

"No, you must have missed the details!"

"...Take him, Oliver." Ann coughed twice, "He's right."

Two hours later.

"Interesting, why are you leading the sheep here?" Ann stopped outside the shop - she was holding a slender package, and Adrian walked beside her with a stomachache Like twist.

Oliver, who was beside the Fuller Goat, also looked very bad.

"Because Mr. Dylan claimed that my pairing with Nemo was 'aesthetic', 'bad taste' 'like a country mage dug out of a swamp'." Their captain gritted his teeth Said, "He's making too much noise, and I can't help it."

"I'm telling the truth." Jesse said lazily, "That combination is a crime, and the Church of the Abyss will sentence Mr. Wright just by looking at that dress."

"If you don't shut up," Nemo's equally gritted voice came from the shop, "I'm really going to beat you up, Mr. Dylan."

Nemo stepped out the door.

Okay. They did lose, Oliver thought. Nemo looks like a full-blown evil mage now—not to mention how gorgeous the clothes are, the gray and black robes are even very simple in style. It only had some simple silver rune embroidery where necessary, and it was much wider than what they had chosen before, with a neatly styled hood.

Nimo's original temperament was very soft, but he was twisted into gloom by this dress. With the hood, he no longer had a neat short ponytail, but simply let his hair loose. The ends of the hair are hanging down along the shoulders, slightly raised. The feeling of being careless disappeared completely, and it turned into a vague dangerous atmosphere.

"Mr. Wright is too sturdy for a wizard." Jesse cleared his throat, "If he wears clothes that fit too well, anyone will think he's an agile type fighter. He Had a bad haircut before, like from—cough." He stopped just in time for Nemo's icy stare.

"Nice job, keep that look, Nemo." Ann clapped her hands and threw the slender package directly over. "It's so similar—try this now."

Nemo opens the package.

Inside is a strangely shaped staff, about twice as long as a normal staff. The bone spurs of the knuckle lizard were ground into yellowish-white bone balls, embedded in the top of the long staff. The body of the rod is still heavy metal, but it has no luster. The black metal is covered with delicate and strange patterns, which does not look like any kind of magic rune.

"This is it?" Nemo made two gestures.

"The pole of the floor lamp." An said with a smile, "As I said, our team is underfunded."

The knight commander beside her finally reached out to support her forehead.

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