Stray

Oliver sat on the cold stone slab. Impossible, he thought. He absolutely shot down every piece of metal, without omission.

However, the charred trees disappeared from view, and the grassy smell at the edge of the forest turned into a stale smell unique to the confined space. His sword was still in the scabbard, but his helmet was taken off when he arrived at his destination, and he should still be in the camp. Oliver touched his face subconsciously, he was still breathing and his heart was beating fast.

This is a small room, surrounded by densely painted circles. Without any hesitation, Oliver raised his hand and hit the door.

Then a sharp pain overwhelmed him.

Before the power was successfully activated, his sword instantly fell to the ground. Oliver was half-kneeling on the slate, gasping for life—if one feels pain in death, it's roughly the same. Like flesh being crushed in a meat grinder, or thrown into hot lead water. His brain boiled almost instantly, and if he did it again, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stay awake successfully.

My vision became blurred, and cold sweat dripped on the ground. I don't know how long it took before the pain slowly dissipated. Oliver swallowed hard, and carefully put his hand to his neck.

The narrow and thin metal clings to the skin of his neck, light as nothing, the surface is uneven, like a strange decoration.

Or a collar.

Calm down. Oliver clenched the sword of rest and leaned his back into the corner. Calm down, Oliver Ramon. The previously unknown demon believer was also hit by this trick, and apart from Alban, the handling of demon believers has always been looser. In other words, this is not a completely closed death row, but a place closer to the "suspicious person's prison".

He is not even a demon believer, and the black chapter resume is completely available, so there should be room for change.

Oliver doesn't quite understand the definition of "no war". But if his considerations were correct, those knights only knew that Fogil was a demon warlock, and did not confirm his identity. And he wore a helmet when he was fighting, and he was not teleported away in front of the knights.

The other party's evidence does not stand.

There are countless religions on the surface of the earth, the Muni religion is second only to the Ruddism in scale - but neither of the two currently has the power to directly execute people beyond the law. Even if the bishop of the abyss is caught, it stands to reason that he has to go through the trial of his country of origin and deal with it according to the corresponding laws.

He has an unfinished contract in hand, and it should be reasonable to claim that he just happens to be disguised as a silent knight to carry out a mission. After all, he didn't actually create any chaos in this incident. The only thing to worry about is Alban's draconian laws for demonic associates, he may suffer a little at trial, and things may not be so easy to resolve.

However, sin does not die.

He must go back as soon as possible, as soon as possible to Nemo's side. Oliver thought for a moment, retracted the sword into the scabbard, and retracted the whole person into the corner - try to cooperate as much as possible, try to be as innocuous as possible, it should be useful.

He didn't wait long. Less than half an hour later, a man as thin as a mummified corpse walked into his room. The man's face was like a dead man, his voice was broken, and his tone was terrible. Like Oliver is a rat with a skin disease.

"Boy, follow me." He rolled his eyes impatiently.

After going out, Oliver discovered the source of his impatience - he was not the only "sinner". Thin metal collars gleamed on dozens of necks. The sinners, men and women, young and old, all dressed differently, the only thing they had in common was a lethargic spirit. Oliver stood there in the armor of a silent knight, and many people straightened their necks in horror and stepped back.

The corpse-like thin man made a toothache-like sound, he made a random gesture, and the few people who retreated suddenly let out a shrill howl. They covered their necks and stood back to their original positions.

"I'm not a silent knight." Oliver said hurriedly, carefully breaking off the long thorns on his armor, and then stood in the line. "It's just a disguise for the mission..."

A tingling pain exploded in his neck, and Oliver gasped.

"It's too early to defend myself." The thin man's tone was still cold and impatient, "Be quiet."

"Awesome brother, tsk tsk, this outfit." The small man standing in front of him turned his head, his voice was extremely low, and his face was full of fake smiles. His hair was short and sparse, his stature was short and plump, his small eyes were bright, and he looked like a mole with smooth fur. "Don't mind those **** in charge, their mouths always stink like shitholes. This is your first time? Gee, I've got a lot of experience with this place—"

Oliver sighed, grabbing the stubby wrist that was stroking the side pocket of the armor. "Sir, I have nothing of value on me."

Mr. Mole's smile suddenly collapsed, he let out a cold snort, and turned his head back resolutely.

Very well, Oliver thought. Judging by this guy's savvy attitude, the situation should be similar to what he estimated. He thought for a moment, then tapped Mr. Mole on the shoulder in front of him.

"But I do have a little money," he said softly. Yes, he did—it wasn't his armor, and a true silent knight wouldn't have jingling coins in his pocket. Fortunately, the gold coins that Mr. Vergil had just given him were still in his pockets. "You said you were experienced here?"

Hearing the word "money", Mr. Mole's ears twitched and he finally turned his head again. "uh-huh."

"If you can provide useful information, I can pay you a fee."

"How much?"

"If I can... I'll pay after the trial, a gold coin."

Mr. Mole swallowed: "Deal, what do you want to know?"

The other party did not raise any objection. It seems that the trial will not be very long and things will not be too complicated. Oliver felt a little relieved.

"It is indeed my first time here." In order to prove that he did not mean to be a white wolf with empty gloves, Oliver quietly twisted out a gold coin and shook it around. Mr. Mole's eyes brightened instantly. "Where are we going? What's the next process?"

"Hey, it's no big deal. You see this, they don't dare to treat felons like this. Here are some guys who have touched two more demons, we will go to the water court -What did you do?"

I only touched two more hands, Oliver was at a loss for words. "Uh... the crime of not fighting?"

"Oh, oh, it's amazing." The little man like a mole slapped his mouth, "I've been around for so long, and I haven't seen a demon warlock yet! It's really big enough. Which demon warlock? As far as I know, there are only a few more famous ones now."

"It's not convenient to say." Oliver replied vaguely, "He is unknown, and he shouldn't have hurt anyone." Jill looked like a hero.

"Oh," Mr. Mole was suddenly disinterested, and he scratched his thinning scalp. "Don't worry, a crime without a fight won't kill anyone—unless you assist a lunatic in committing a serious crime with proven evidence. If you only help a little bit, the other party won't do much harm... At most ten years, ten years will be enough. come out."

I can't wait ten years, Oliver rubbed his temples.

"I am Al himself, Black Seal." Oliver added some information, "They should have no evidence that I helped him."

"That's not easy to say! Do you have an ongoing quest?" Mr. Mole deliberately lowered his tone, "It's best to explain where you appear."

Oliver hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I've seen this situation a lot. You just need to put all the faults on the client. Even if the task is not recorded, you just say it's the client's instructions, you don't know it, and everything will be fine!" The chunky man rubbed his hands together, "There is no evidence, according to the rules, they have to arrest your client for confrontation - believe me, things without evidence are very troublesome, and 80% of people can't be caught. The most wanted order will be It will affect your client for a while, and in a few days, they will have to let you go."

"No." Oliver answered firmly. Mr. Fogil's current situation is very delicate. As a demon warlock with a depleted power and a superior demon, the last thing he needs is extra attention. "Is there no other way?"

"Then you can only insist that you 'suddenly want to do good' and don't know who you are helping." Mr. Mole's face twitched a few times, "I said, dear Sir, why do you have to live with yourself? You are not a black chapter, so don't play the fake trick."

Oliver twitched the corners of his mouth weakly: "It's really no use, thank you for your suggestion. I'll insist that I don't know."

"Okay, but you've got to think about it, it's going to be bad for you. If you're a good lad, things will be easier... Black Badge is not a flattering identity."

"That is to say...there is no immediate way to get rid of the crime."

"Unless you can promise to catch that Demon Warlock and pay for it." Mr. Mole shrugged.

"Is there a difference in how different charges are handled?" Oliver decided to find other ways to solve the problem, he pointed to the metal ring around his neck. "We have to carry this with us all the time?"

"Of course not!" muttered Mr. Mole in a low voice, "what do you think, when your sentence is over, they will definitely take it back. It's something that only death row prisoners keep Son...and only the kind of death row prisoners with very strong strength will stay. Why, do you think this thing is cheap and can be found everywhere?"

It seems that Mooney has made a lot of money this time. When the knights clean the battlefield, they should pick up the pieces of metal that he knocked off one by one. He thought bitterly.

This is fine, as long as he picks this thing, he will definitely have a way to escape. Oliver rubbed his chin—all he had to do was to minimize his charges so that the impact of this escape would not be too bad. "Thank you, uh, you are..."

"Mcca." Mr. Mole-Mcca said, rubbing his nose. "and you?"

"Oliver Ramon." Oliver held out a hand politely.

"Fuck, are you the Ramon of the Black Badge?" Mika widened her eyes and raised her voice subconsciously. The thin man gave him a gloomy glance, and Micah hurriedly shrank his neck, his volume plummeting. "You're the guy who took Adrian Cross?"

"..." It may be that Nemo gave him too much impact, and Oliver completely forgot the influence of the former knight commander. "Yes."

"You are really brave." Mika rolled her small eyes and made a loud tut tut. "But honestly, it's not good for your trial. Didn't that Cross hook up with the superior demons, apostate? You are typical pro-demonic tendencies...you'll have to pay early, before they before taking you away."

Oliver laughed dryly.

The line moves forward slowly, with no end in sight. Oliver clenched his fists, anxiety gnawing at his nerves. Hurry up, he prayed fast in his heart, time had better pass faster. Nemo should have finished with the Silent Church. He must have been waiting for himself, and they had agreed to have a good talk when it was over.

He can't leave him at a time like this.

Near the ruins of the Church of Silence.

Nimo's fingers penetrated deep into the muscles of his upper arm. In the burning pain, he finally managed to calm down. He pulled his fingers out and stared at the bright red blood on them. At the same time, I could feel the blood hole on the upper arm muscle creeping and healing, and the pain dissipated like a hallucination.

He smiled weakly, gropingly grabbed the rolling staff, leaning on it and trying to stand up. Nemo restrained all the breaths in his body and locked them firmly in his body. If you look at the strength of the momentum, he is not even as good as an ordinary person at this moment. Like an empty shell, or a corpse. A few surveillance insects finally dared to sway and approach, and they were nailed to the air by the abyss spell in the next second.

This time Nemo didn't tear the space right away.

Nemo recognized the holy symbol of the Radism in the distance, and the Knights of Judgment and the Knights of Silence were aggressively killing each other. After the fall of the church, the lines of the Silent Knights were visibly shaken. They were retreating, their movements became hesitant, and their well-trained onslaught eventually turned into madness. And Orori was the center of the storm. The warriors wielding great swords still slashed around mercilessly, and their armor was dyed red with thick blood plasma.

The roar mixed with screams, saw the air, and drilled into his ears.

Nemo can guess the reason why O'Lorore didn't leave. The movement of Corlestoro's body returning to the abyss is not small, and the superior demon killer is 80% aware of what he has done, and decides to determine the danger level of the culprit.

The whole world suddenly became very distant, and Nemo's nose was a little sore. He subconsciously touched the small bag on his waist, but it was empty - he reacted for a while before remembering that those sour Shajiao plums had sunk into the abyss with the broken altar.

When he sees Oliver again, he has to get another bag. he thought.

Nemo gripped the staff tightly, took a deep breath, and pressed the end of the staff to the black dirt. Black rot was sucked into the yellow-white bone ball, dyeing it a hollow pitch black. The surrounding land began to gradually fade black, revealing its original appearance of tan. After the toxin was condensed, Nemo held the staff in both hands, trying to sense every life on the battlefield. He can only sense the strength of the warriors' combat power and can't tell the camp, but that doesn't matter—

He carefully filtered the magic power through the modified bone balls, letting it mix with rot and blight qualities. Then lock all the people in the battle, and let go of the momentum suddenly.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Not out of self-righteous kindness or blind sanctuary, it's just that he's smelled enough blood today. If Oliver was here, Nemo thought. If Oliver had this power, he shouldn't be completely blind to it. They always have an amazing tacit understanding on these "silly" things.

He has no intention of interfering in the grievances of the Abyss Church and other surface religions, but Orori came for him, so at least let him handle this matter well.

A simple question - he had read enough books that he knew the answer in advance.

When will people stop the war?

…when a more terrifying common enemy emerges.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped at the same time, the waving blade stopped in the air, and the condensed magic circle dissipated instantly. That aura was too heavy, too powerful to be real. In comparison, the strong killing intent in the air was like the lazy warmth in the bed. If Orori at the center of the battlefield is "dangerous", the sudden pressure can only be described in one word. Whether it was the believers of the Abyss Church or the Judgement Knights, the reactions were unexpectedly consistent—

That's the "monster".

The surveillance insects that were circling back and forth in the sky fell to the mud with a crackle, the eyeballs in the abdomen burst open, and the six insect legs twitched weakly.

Only O'Lori raised her head suddenly.

A few steps away from the blood-stained superior demon, a ferocious opening opened in the space. A black-robed figure appeared beside him, and the aura of decay and withering was entangled in a chaotic mass, and Orori couldn't even discern the essence of that power from experience. The other party covered his entire appearance with a black phantom, and at the same time deliberately concealed his magical characteristics.

Except for being unreasonably strong.

"I have no intention of destroying the surface." The magically processed voice whispered, its tone flat. "Please come back... please."

The figure in black robe did not look at the people who were comically frozen, and simply split a crack and disappeared at the other end of the space crack. Orori inserted the great sword into the mud, and his face behind the helmet was extremely ugly.

It's not his illusion - the other party sent Colestoro back to the abyss not by some kind of prop or unique ability, but by pure brute force. If this is the case, even with the experience of thousands of years, he is not the opponent of that black-robed demon at all.

When did such a dangerous thing appear on the surface?

Seeing that his target disappeared, Orori put the great sword back on his back. He ignored those who were still stiff and walked straight away from the battlefield.

Used the shortest time to deal with O'Lore, Nemo moved quickly to the destination - he didn't even have to sense, Ann didn't mention the gathering place, then it must be a place he knew. He walked through the crack in the space and walked towards the vibrant forest in front of him.

Oliver has an accident. He thought blankly, although he was not as good as himself, Oliver was a real and rare powerhouse. He's clear-headed and never let his guard down naively - what could happen to him like that?

Nemo wanted to rush over in the next second, but he didn't dare to step forward. In the end, he gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and ran towards the place where the breath was most concentrated.

He thought of many scenarios in advance, Oliver was injured—or worse, badly. Or suffered some kind of mental attack, lost his will, or even got poisoned. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he seriously envisioned countless miserable scenes. But that's okay, Nemo thought, he can cure him. As long as Oliver had his breath left, he would be able to save him.

But he didn't think about this one.

An stood leaning against the tree trunk, eyes drooping. Virgil's complexion was ashen, and Colestoro was still asleep. Adrian Cross frowned, still wet sweat on his face. And Jesse Dillon stood beside the knight commander with a rare expressionless face, and the grey parrot almost shrunk into a ball on his shoulder.

Nemo checked it all over, but couldn't find the familiar figure - he reluctantly looked at it again, and even used his strength to probe it.

Oliver is not here.

"Where are the people?" He asked in confusion, speaking very slowly, as if trying to save something.

Ann threw out a few dead surveillance bugs, which were scorched by lightning, giving off an unpleasant scorched smell. "We had a successful rendezvous. These things seem to be sticking to Oliver, he..." She restrained her careless attitude and glanced at Nemo cautiously. "He just disappeared."

Nimo was silent. He stood on the spot, his eyes had returned to human appearance. The black robe on his body was stained with mud and blood, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders, with a hint of despair. The black-haired youth clenched the staff in his hand and looked straight at Ann, as if waiting for her to continue explaining.

"I don't know." Ann looked away, looking a little sad. "I'm sorry, I really—"

"Describe." Adrian Cross said promptly. His tone was as steady as ever, and he stepped forward and put his left hand on Nemo's shoulder. "Mr. Wright, calm down. Don't think too much of it yet."

"Yeah." Nemo replied obediently, looking a little overwhelmed.

"The blue arc, I saw a little metal reflection." Ann scratched her scalp, "That's it, it's gone."

"We met the Moonies." Fergil added quickly, "They used that thing to pass away a demon cult. It looked like a thin piece of metal, probably a playing card. So big." He stretched out his hand and gestured.

Adrian Cross frowned, then he let out a slow sigh of relief. Nemo immediately turned his gaze to the knight commander's face, as if the answer would be written on the other's face in the next second.

"No big problem for now, I remember that thing." Adrian said, "You met the Mooney sworn knights, they like to call that thing a sin contract - they will teleport people To a place." Nemo's state looked so bad that he temporarily omitted another function of it.

"Where?" Nemo asked immediately.

"Island Court." Adrian replied succinctly, and An said "ah".

"Give me a place." Nemo continued decisively, "I'll pick him up."

"No, you can't go." It was not Adrian who spoke this time, but Jesse Dillon. He stared at Nemo's reaction with interest, and the sentence he spat out had a certain indubitable meaning. "Island Court is well-defended, and I can probably guess what you're trying to do. Trust me, if you do - the whole tumbleweed will be the public enemy of the surface, and we'll be waiting for every day of shit."

"I won't hurt anyone," Nemo said slowly, walking up to Jesse.

"It's enough to 'break through defenses easily and take people away'." Jesse did not avoid Nemo's eyes, "Island Court is not Hiram's dungeon, your set The trick doesn't work a second time."

"...We know what you're capable of, Nemo." Ann's tone was reassuring, "Clos is right, there's no big problem for now. Oliver isn't hurt, with his mind, I won't get myself into trouble."

Nemo closed his eyes. He gripped the fabric on his chest, squeezed his lungs hard, and let out a long breath.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head slightly, as if the voice was not his own. "I wasn't very calm just now... Mr. Cross, you seem to know more about the Island Court?"

"Understand a little." Adrian Cross nodded, "According to my guess, Mr. Ramon is likely to be convicted of 'no war'."

"No War?"

"Close to the devil, protect the demon warlock." The former knight commander glanced at the bone hand behind Virgil. "The more times, the heavier the punishment. In my opinion, Mr. Ramon's sin is not to die for - whether it is taking me in or assisting Mr. Vergil, it is still within the allowable range of the surface agreement, except for one thing that is more difficult."

Adrian Close glanced at Nemo, "The original incident in Signpost... Now that I know it was Flint Lopez, I believe his death is related to both of you. People have nothing to do with each other. But the charges have been recorded, and if they are used by people with intentions, there are indeed variables in theory."

No, it does. That's what the Church of the Abyss did.

It was made by his followers.

"As long as it's not a capital crime, I think Oliver can escape by himself." An quickly interjected, "Based on his usual performance, his strength will definitely be underestimated. Although he is a regular fool , but it's not really stupid to go to prison for a few years."

"What if that charge goes away?" Nemo licked his chapped lips and said with a little difficulty. "If that charge goes away, is he absolutely safe?"

"...what are you going to do?" Ann's tone was a little worried, "I understand your mood, but..."

"It was done by the Church of the Abyss." Nemo spoke slowly and sounded uncomfortable. "...I just need to know who it is. If the prisoner is really caught, it should be enough to overturn his conviction."

"Mr. Wright, how do you know this?" Adrian was very direct, "This kind of thing can only be understood by the top of the church."

Nemo pulled out a wry smile: "I know it might sound crazy, but I…"

Before he finished speaking, his collar was firmly grasped, and Jesse bluntly dragged him away from the crowd.

"Don't do stupid things." After adding a soundproof magic circle, a meaningful smile appeared on the face of the blond youth. "Have you forgotten who Cross is? ... And Savage, trust me, you wouldn't want to know her reaction."

Nimo looked at each other a little sadly: "Should I thank you for not running away?"

"You are indeed stronger than me, but the pursuit of excitement is the greatest joy in my life." Jesse licked the corner of his mouth, smiling a little maliciously. "You wouldn't want to confess now."

"I'll treat you as a fortune teller, Dylan." Nemo stared at the man's happy blue eyes. "Tell me, will Ollie die?"

"No."

“…then will he be all right?”

"No." Jesse's smile looked gloomy under the answer, "To be honest, your idea is very good, and I strongly recommend that you leave quickly."

Nemo turned around and raised his hand directly to destroy the soundproof circle. So be it, he thought. He will return to Road Sign Town as quickly as possible, look for clues to locate the real murderer, and then hand over the murderer to the isolated island court. The sooner the better.

"Mr. Cross, if it's the worst." He looked at Adrian, his voice inexplicably calm. "How long does the process take from trial to formal conviction?"

"Three weeks for capital punishment."

"Okay." Nemo said, "I will find the real murderer within three weeks. As for my intelligence acquisition method...I don't want to lie to you, I can only guarantee that the answer is not from hurting others."

The former Judge Knight Commander watched him silently.

Yes, he will remove all possible hidden dangers, meet Oliver as soon as possible, and confess everything to him. Whether Oliver escapes or not, this will be Nemo Wright's last mission in Tumbleweed.

Until he is sure his "true self" is no threat to his companions.

On a remote island.

Oliver clenched the gold coin, not quite sure if this small transaction would go smoothly. It's not because he wants to default, but because the condition of his counterparty is really not good.

"Death?" McCain screamed, her voice terrified and desperate. "I just stole a bottle of perfume from that bastard! Just a **** perfume!"

"The 'that bastard' you're talking about happens to be the Duke of Helms."

"I didn't know he was a duke, hell! Would a duke get drunk in a country tavern?"

"It doesn't matter. The facts are quite clear that you, as a refugee, have stolen the legal property of a duke."

"I'll give it back to him...I can give it back to him, please, please—"

"It's not important." The elderly judge looked tired, and his tone became more impatient. Thick books were stacked on both sides of him into tall towers, and an exquisite bell was placed in the only place where no books were placed.

"Please, my lord, I am a refugee, you know what will happen to me! Have mercy, I am just a trivial piece of trash, and will never come in handy on the battlefield—"

"The evidence is convincing, and everyone gets what they get. Send this to the Wither Castle." The old man rang the wonderfully sounding bell on the table, "Next."

Mcca let out a high-pitched scream, despairing like a human voice. His chubby face was as pale as paper, and his face was suddenly filled with sweat mixed with snot and tears. Those small eyes twitched wildly, as if a life-saving straw would suddenly stick out of the surrounding air. But the floor beneath his feet cracked mercilessly, and he only had time to let out another broken wailing.

The floor is closed. Oliver stood where Maika was standing, with cold hands and feet.

"Oliver Ramon, um, Orr himself... Alban's law, I'll see, I'll see." The judge put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, waved his hand, a book A book so thick that it could smash to death flew out of the tower and spread out in front of him. "Oh, trouble."

He glanced at Oliver over his glasses. "Snake-level black badge, eh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you have anything to defend yourself?"

"What about my crime, sir?"

"Okay, sly boy. This is the most interesting part." The judge's fingers tapped lightly on the wooden table. "Your sin deed is marked, sent by the sworn knight of the Mooney religion, and the location is near the church of the abyss. But we have not received any corresponding accusation reports until now."

Oliver remained cautiously silent.

"You stay here for a few more days." The judge moved his shoulders and picked up the small hammer that struck the bell. "Go back to your containment room, next—"

The bell suddenly rang frantically, a letter appeared from the table in front of the judge, and the old man's voice stopped abruptly. He picked up the letter from the magic circle, slowly opened it with a letter opener, and started.

Then frowned.

"...Bring this upstairs." The judge's eyes sharpened, as if he had just woken up from a nap. "There is a request from the gatekeeper to give him a full guilt test, and the cost will be borne by them."

The "full culpability test" doesn't sound like a good thing. Oliver's heart stopped for a moment, and an ominous foreboding strangled his heart. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but with this thought, the metal collar around his neck began to ache.

But now there is no one to ask him for news.

His intuition proved correct. The full culpability test was like digging malice in every bone of his life, and Oliver couldn't figure out when he had offended the so-called "gatekeepers" so much that they wanted him to be charged with a felony.

But he survived the odd quizzes.

He has a clear conscience about all of his life decisions - no hatred, no remorse. No runaway anger, no deliberate violence. He stood in the dimly lit room for four full hours, and the test and supervision did not pick out any flaws except for the "known fact" of "killing his father with his own hands".

"If you force it, this re-conviction is in line with the requirements over there... It just takes too long." The test inspector looked even more tired than Oliver, mumbling incessantly. "More than three weeks... ugh."

The test proceeded flatly until the last item.

A shriveled human heart floats in a crystal container, beating slowly, an unpleasant sticky dark red. It was placed in front of Oliver, I don't know if it was an illusion, Oliver always felt that the heart was looking at him.

"Can you be loyal?" asked the Test Monitor tirelessly.

"No." Oliver stared down at the chain on his wrist.

The beating of the dry heart suddenly became violent.

"Lie!" The sleepy test monitor immediately came to the spirit.

"Really not." Oliver frowned, "I'm only loyal to myself."

"...you mean, you unknowingly swore an oath to someone big and didn't know about it?" The test inspector raised his eyebrows, "I look Like a fool? Well, you're not like a slave, you're not like a servant... Let's start with the basics. Are you a knight?"

"No, I've never met a king."

The strange heart was beating so violently that it was about to smash the crystal container.

"A lie, another lie." The test inspector squeezed the quill and quickly made a note on the board. "Very well, it looks like you are a knight. Now let's look at your status, your love and loyalty—"

The chain pulled Oliver's hand towards the crystal container, which unexpectedly felt very warm to the touch.

Like being wrapped in liquid gold, the nauseating dry heart gradually turned golden. It pulsed smoothly and powerfully, exuding vigorous vitality.

"It seems that you love your king deeply and have deep loyalty to him." There was a little more sarcasm in the test inspector's tone. "Finally can't hide, huh? Listen, boy. This test is going to cost a fortune, and if it's just trying to make fun of an innocent person, no one's going to pay a lot of money to make such a joke."

"…Is there really nothing wrong with this thing? I have never participated in any canonization ceremony." Oliver muttered, he desperately searched for all the memories that could be traced back, but found no clues .

"No problem, this is a once-in-a-lifetime treasure. As long as the conditions are met, nothing can escape its perception - you must go to a king, or someone whose status is equivalent to a king Allegiance, and the other party recognizes your knighthood and has performed the exact canonization ceremony."

"Then, now, I'm going to start checking your identity, Mr. Ramon." The test inspector turned and took a thick, beautifully bound booklet from the shelf. "If you're not in the knighthood of any country or religion on the surface, you're in big trouble."

He glanced at Oliver's armor of the Silent Knight. "Allegiance to the knights of the abyss... You know what? With this one, we can skip all the forensics."

"In the laws of all countries, it is an unquestioned capital crime."

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