To tell the truth, Adrian Cross wasnât familiar with Clementine Cathedral.
Clementine Cathedral could be regarded as the most magnificent church in Alban. The Alban Royal Family had always respected the Laddism Church, especially the old school of Laddism. The exclusivity of the old school was extremely strongâ Putting it another way, like mosquito legs, small religions could survive in the corners of this country, but in slightly larger towns, other somewhat well-known religion had long been cleaned up.
The strictness of Alban law on demon-related things had nothing to do with the prevalence of the old school of Laddism.
Adrian himself could be regarded as the more tolerant Wodenism Sect of the Laddism Church. It was just that as a former Knight of Judgement, he wasnât interested in the entangled interests between the two factions. In addition to going out to perform tasks, he usually goes back to Garlandâs Church of Penitence for penance. In his memory, he had only been to the Clementine Catherdral onceâ It was when he met the Pope.
The Pope himself spent most of his time in Hatfield, the holy land of the Laddism Church, and occasionally goes to Garland Church of Penitence or Albanâs Clementine Cathedral. It seemed that this time, he bumped into the Pope again.
It was just that the last time he was to report on the task, while now he became the subject of the report.
Adrian retracted his gaze from the spire of the church and dropped it to the ground.
Along the way, the Preceptor Bishop didnât treat them badly. Except for a little indifference and a slight ugly face, there was no shortage of etiquette. And that attitude problem⊠In fact, he could understand, Adrian thought as he frowned, because someone didnât have the modesty that a normal person should have in public.
For example, now.
Jesse Dylan was like a piece of thick syrup that had just been boiled out of a pot. His whole body was glued on the knightâs body as if he had no bones. Even now, waiting for at the entrance of the church, his arm was around Adrianâs neck.
At first Adrian would frown and push it away, but then he simply didnât bother to care about it. He stood upright, not squinting, as he let the vine name Jesse entangled him.
But even if Adrian Cross had already retired his position of Knight Commander of the Knights of Judgement, as the âShining Morning Starâ who the Pope once bestowed the title upon, his influence had not completely disappeared. The Knights of Judgement who stood around looked in other directions, as their faces were trying to suppress anger, disgust, and unhappiness.
Jesse didnât care.
In front of him was a solemn church and on both sides were Knights of Judgement holding murder weapons in shining armor. The beautiful young man whose identity was a mystery exuded the aura of a tourist. His fingers stuck into the collar of the former knight commander irregularly. If a personâs eyes were considered some kind of attack, he would definitely be pierced into a sieve by countless gaze at this moment.
Adrian sighed, held the dishonest hand firmly and threw it off his neck. âThe communication crystal is on Mr. Dylan.â
ââŠYou still call me Mr. Dylan!â Jesse shouted with dissatisfaction as his mouth curled while he pulled out the crystal. âEven if you donât call me baby, you can at least call me by my name.â
Adrian planned to ignore him.
Fortunately, Jesse seemed accustomed to this mode of getting along as there was no discouragement on his face. He expertly fished out the crystal from his pocket and casted a mute spell.
The Knights of Judgement once tried to break the array and ended this blatant provocation, but the number of failures was exactly equal to the number of attempts. Originally, seeing that excessively beautiful face, coupled with his poor popularity, they thought that Jesse Dylan had used some kind of powerful prop to show off that power. From the beginning, the Preceptor Bishop took away the staff that exuded the aura of the Abyss and sealed it carefully. The knights thought the rest of the work wouldnât be too troublesome.
Facts have proven that reality was much crueler than fantasy.
They couldnât break the mute array that hadnât even been recited yet. This couldnât help but make the knights wonder what was the point of guarding those two. If Mr. Dylan wanted to leave, let alone bring Adrian Cross, even if he wanted to remove the churchâs spire and take it away, they werenât sure they could stop him.
So the Knights of Judgement could only look at the two people in the open space. The blond young man leaned softly on their former leader, not even leaving them a chance to read their lips.
âThe Clementine Royal Military Academy.â Adrian wasnât under the influence of the mute array. He could hear clearlyâ Jesseâs voice seemed to be holding back a smile. âThis is such an ingenious idea Iâve ever seen, truly! Oh my goodness, I canât waitâŠâ
âWe need perfect background information.â Annâs voice came from the crystal, interrupting Dylanâs musing. âPerfect information, Mr. Dylan. Looking at Crossâ attitude, he probably couldnât find out any key clues. If even the former commander of the Knight of Judgement couldnât find such thing, you should be quite good at this aspect.â
âWe are about to meet he Pope, dear Ms. Savage! Canât you care about me a little bit? Why do I feel like Iâm being used as a tool?â
âAh, Iâm so worried,â Ann said dryly. ââŠHey, Dylan, Nemo says hello to you. He said you must have a way. Speaking of which, when did you two become so familiar with each other?â
âDonât ask about this kind of thing. You see, Iâm pursuing Adri wholeheartedly now.â Jesse glanced at the confused Knights of Judgement around him, as if he was a little eager to remove the mute array. âThis kind of question sounds so ambiguousââ
âOliver also said hello too. He smiled and asked you to please talk business,â Ann said. âBy the way, I also agree. Letâs get down to business, Dylan.â
âThe identity verification of Clementine Academy⊠I do know that it could be forged, but like I said, weâre going to meet the Pope of the Laddism Church.â Jesse made a point to sound deeply aggrieved. âI repeat, the Pope. My darling Adri and I are not going to see rabbits on the lawn. Do you think I can leave anytime I want?â
ââŠI can help you. What do I need to do.?â
âEasier said than done.â Jesse grimaced at the Knight of Judgement who was staring at him closely. âI can help those two get two letters of introduction signed by a bishop. As for the origin information⊠You should be able to do this yourself.â
âWell,â Ann said, âjust a letter of introduction?â
âLetter paper, ink, handwriting, signature, and seal are indispensable. All details must be matchedâ This is not just a letter of introduction,â Jesse shouted. âDo you know how difficult it is to make a fake one? How expensive? And it may not even be possible!â
âYes, please. I can handle the other information related to origin.â
âAlthough Iâm a little dissatisfied with the way you requested, I really like this idea.â The smile in Jesseâs voice came back. âSo Iâll get this done within two days and keep in touch.â
After that, he terminated the communication and raised his shining blue eyes.
âMy dear Adri,â Jesse showed a heartfelt smile, âI really canât wait to return to the teamââ
âWe need to meet the Pope.â
âI know, I know. Trust me. I have a way.â
ââŠYouâd better not go too farââ
âWhat do you mean?â Jesse smiled even more. âIâm just going to take you away from here.â
After all, he did it once. Jesse hooked Adrianâs neck again, lifted the mute array, and then rubbed the side of Adrianâs neck among the gathered gazes.
âŠThen of course he could do it a second time.
In the territory of Alban, on a dirt road in the countryside.
âDylan said he needs two days,â Ann wrapped herself in a genderless cloak so one couldnât tell if it was a man or woman, shook the whip causing the thin horse pulling the carriage to snort. âLooks like we can make it.â
There was a great deal of excitement in the crude wagon. The fuller goat occupied most of the space, while Oliver and Nemo struggled to squeeze aside. The gray parrot finally woke up from its coma. It laid on its back on the thick wool near the goatâs neck and said nothing.
The rest of the space was almost full of books. Oliverâs armor and helmet were wrapped up in coarse cloth and stuffed in the corner of the carriage. The two of them changed into simple civilian outfits. Nemo even had the illusionâ They seemed to have returned to the time when they first met Ann.
At the moment, Oliver was opening a book, pressing against the goat, struggling to read it through the bumps of the carriage. Nemo saw his loverâs face turning from white to blue, looking as if he was about to vomit.
âWe have to find a⊠Er, safer place to read.â Holding down his churning stomach, Oliver bravely opened his mouth.
âNot a problem, but you donât have much time,â Ann said mercilessly. âI need a few days to prepare our fake identities. Apart from this, thereâs only time to rest at night. After all, we canât go through the official teleportation array now. We can only rely on this broken cartâ If this horse doesnât have a sudden emergency, weâll barely be able to catch up before the enrollment procedures.â
There was a big crack in the canopy of the carriage, which was hastily stitched by thick thread, but the outside could still be seen. Nemo poked a little gap with his finger and looked at the deserted wilderness outside.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders collapsed slightly, and he was almost immediately buried by the pile of books that had fallen on one side. Oliver subconsciously propped up the pile of books and protected the back of Nemoâs neck with his other hand. Only then did he realize the identity of the person in his arms.
The atmosphere got a bit awkward.
Their captain even forgot about his motion sickness and forcibly changed the subject. âAre these books really enough?â
âHow much more do you want? These are enough, assuming you can memorize them all.â Ann stopped and went back. âYour friend is very quick to do thingsâ Gray Fox basically gave all the information he could find outside. If we do this by ourselves, itâs estimated that weâll exposed more risk of our operational objectives.â
Then she was silent for a moment.
âI respect your secrets,â she sighed, âbut I have to ask, Oliver, what happened to that gray mist?â
âHere it comes,â Nemo thought. In passing, he rescued an old book from the mouth of the goat.
It wasnât actually a big deal.
Not so long ago, after breaking through the spatial rift, he found a big problemâŠ
No matter how imaginative he was, the fuller goat didnât look like a hidden powerhouse. There was absolutely no way for it to pass through the spatial rift but they couldnât delay their time on the road for this goat. The three people stood in silence around the fuller goat and a trembling rift appeared not far away. The scene was indescribably weird.
âI can try.â Oliver glanced at the rift. âI always feelâŠâ
He didnât say much but grabbed a dandelion and threw it in the rift. The fresh leaves looked like they were about to pass through, but then split into several pieces at the moment of passing, becoming withered.
The fuller goat became so frightened it stopped chewing.
Oliver thought for a few minutes, then plucked another dandelion. This time, he carefully wrapped it in gray mist and threw it in the direction of the rift again. When the dandelion fell to the other side, and after the gray mist dissipated, it still looked green and vibrant.
âNo problem.â Oliver rubbed his hands, âI have the confidence to protect it.â
His lover succeeded and Tumbleweed didnât lose a precious member, the fuller goat. At that time, Ann looked like she was going to be choked to death by the problem, but they had too many things to do, and the experience female warrior wouldnât delay the planning process because of her doubts.
Ann looked at the presentâ The carriage was bought, and the books were in place. Oliver was still dizzy in the back, and they had wasted a lot of time.
âLet me explain.â Nemo cleared his throat. âThe Withered Castle stripped Oliver from the surface magic system.â
ââŠAre you speaking the lingua franca?â Ann asked stiffly.
âSimply put, uh, Oliverâs power does not belong to surface magic anymore,â Nemo explained bluntly. âActually, I donât know what attributes his power has, but it should be harmless.â
ââŠThis is not a question of âif itâs harmlessâ, Nemo. You mean, his power is now neither abyssal or surface traits? YouâŠâ She swallowed with difficulty. âDo you know what youâre talking about? How on earth do you know this? Donât tell me the Gatekeeper gave you a good lesson.â
He felt it. As the source of abyssal magic, his judgement couldnât be wrong, but if this sentence was said, he would sound like a lunatic. Nemo shrank his neck, intending to racked his brain to try and tell a lieâŠ
âTelaranea was there. Nemo told me.â Oliver took the words out of his mouth. âHe asked for the contents of the Gatekeeperâs research from Telarenea.â
Ann pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. She jumped inside and began to throw books out. Before long, more than half the books in the carriage were missing.
âCongratulation,â the female warrior said with a sullen face while patting her dusty hands. âYou have two choices left.â
Oliver and Nemo glanced at each other anxiously.
âOriginally, I thought Oliver could be a soldier and take the opportunity to learn some command skills and tactics. Now heâs stripped out of the surface magic system, ha.â She smiled briefly. âIf Clementineâs professors can find out, then Horizon would too. Listen, captain, donât use this power in Clementineâ And never in front of Lopez.â
âButâŠâ
âThis is a completely unknown force, isnât it? If youâre not capable, this situation is abnormal at best. At the very least, youâll be studied and observed for a lifetime. But youâre very strong. To be honest, stronger than any human Iâve ever seen.â
The female warrior sighed. âYou may become the most dangerous heresy in human history.â
The two were speechless. Oliver glanced at Nemo, then at his hand, and then even smiled.
âYou said two choices.â Feeling uncomfortable, Nemo tried to change the subject. âIâm definitely not able to use my power, and if Ollie canât use it eitherâŠâ
âYes, in the case of Alban Academy, only two majors will recruit students with extremely low magical abilities. Logistics and nursing.â Annâs expression became distorted. âChoose.â
âWhich side needs more knowledge to prepare?â Having no idea about the two majors, Nemo could only start from the most practical point of view.
âNursing.â
âThen Ollie will go for logistics.â Nemoâs face was expressionless. âI donât need much time to memorize.â
But Oliver didnât seem to be paying attention to what they were talking about. When he raised his head again, Oliver straightened up and brought the conversation back.
âI still have no way to completely control this power,â he said sincerely, âbut Iâll practice carefully⊠Thank you, Ann.â
The female warrior nodded with a livid face. She even looked dazed and she didnât want to talk anymore. She crawled back to the front of the carriage without turning her head and the carriage began to move forward again.
The familiar sense of bumping reappeared. Oliver lowered his head slightly and muttered very quietly in Nemoâs ear.
âLook, you donât have to be too anxious,â Oliverâs tone was very calm as he reached out and wrapped his arms around the back of Nemoâs neck. âNow Iâm also a monster.â
âIâll always be with you.â
The author has something to sayïŒ
Everyone really thought about a lot of cool majors for Nemo hhhhhhh
Probably the strongest logistics and nursing graduates in historyâ
Kinky Thoughts:
The fuller goat is an honorary member of Tumbleweed! Canât leave it behind!