Stray

    The tunnel is hidden in the shadow of the giant tree. After staying in the authentic turbid air for a long time, the various breaths in the outside breeze became more and more intense. Drops of water dripped from the brim of the fungus-red canopy, rolled along the snail-shell-like ferns, and dissipated before hitting the ground, leaving a strong smell of fresh mushrooms. Various shades of green were mixed together to hide the rotting dead leaves, insect shells and tree trunks on the ground.

    But they still exist under the greenery, making a damp-soaked crunch when they are pedaled.

    The attitude of the blue birds behind them is still alien. Jesse Dylan's envoy status may not really be so useful, or, they don't want anyone to end this situation.

    Nemo ignored the bad attitude of the Blue Birds. He strode forward, even though he didn't know where he was going. He needed to find something for himself to do to ease the anxiety that was rolling around with needles in his heart. Nemo didn't look at Ann, nor at the Knight Commander - he stared at the instep of his own feet, refusing to meet any living creature.

    Reality frustrates him. After receiving the answer from Della Reinen, he just wanted to believe that he was just a human with a strange talent. He could have attributed many of the mysteries to talent—perhaps the stars were just in the right positions when he was born, or maybe Chenni accidentally sneezed at his mother, spattering the stars on her. Make him immune to all harm from the abyss in a comical way, leaving only the good. Even in the face of Witherspoon's out-of-control, he can push the cause to Baglmore. It may have just forgotten Witherspoon, or its memories flowed to him.

    But even if talent can explain his physique, strength, and even his ears, it can't bring him true knowledge. Nemo sincerely wished that he had only heard the birdsong and had no idea what the birdsong meant.

    It's a pity he understands. And Bagelmore can be said to be in a bad fight with these birds, and he can no longer deceive himself.

    Niemo stopped and fell into a fluttering confusion. Is this question really that important? He thought to himself that he could even face death with equanimity—by comparison, being human was not a big deal. He is not the only toy of fate. If Dylan hadn't lied, the people of Vincent Town would have faced a more serious situation.

    What is he so anxious about?

    He thought for a while, but couldn't get a convincing answer. At this moment, the blue bird behind him finally couldn't hold back his mouth.

    "Where did you learn our words?" His tone was not friendly, his dark eyes were as cold as a stone.

    "I don't know." Nemo shrugged, "Believe it or not, I really have no clue."

    "In just a few weeks, three human beings have been involved in our affairs - one who can sacrificial writing, one who knows our language, and one who is obsessed with Pasototu." He Complaining irritably, "Have betrayal and stealing no longer satisfy you?"

    "...You really want to attack Vincent Town?" Nemo ignored the hostility in his words and asked back in a deep voice.

    "Attack? This time they went too far. Usually they kill our compatriots, steal corpses from holy places and sell them in pieces. We just take a little from them It's a price. But this time they've got Pasototu, the future leader, and it's going to kill us all—"

    "They may be truly in love." The fairy tale covered with blood and tears flashed in Nemo's mind, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

      Shaking on his neck. "His brain isn't broken. They must have cursed him. Humans must hand over that witch, or there will be no talk."

    "Did Jesse Dillon tell you..."

    "Only the old-fashioned believe in the 'magic' thing. My sister's head was cut off and thrown in the mud. Just because the skull and brain are not needed, and they are afraid of the dead The curse left behind. Those cowards who dared not attack adults—she was still so young, and her bones had not grown hard. If there was a god, where was he at that time?"

    The circle pointing at Nemo's head accelerated and trembled dangerously.

    "Someone has to pay."

    "...I'm sorry," Nemo said softly.

    "No, you're just talking about it." Jade Bird responded indifferently. "You're not sorry at all."

    They stopped in front of the giant tree. Oliver and the out-of-tune angel haven't caught up. The time is approaching evening, and the sun softens a lot. A relaxing light rose oozes from the edge of the sky, accompanied by the music and the rubbing of the bushes. Like a caressing hand or a lover's breath, the hairs stand on end with delight.

    It's a pity that most of the eyes that fell on them were cold.

    "Don't mind what happened just now, Mr. Wright." Adrian broke the sticky silence, his tone firm and serious. "I think it may be related to your missing memory. According to the current clues, I can't get a definite conclusion... Thinking too much will only make you feel bad."

    "Thank you." Nemo pouted, "When this task is over, I'll have to find a therapist to take a good look at my head."

    They just stood in front of the giant tree, and the blue birds stared at them from all directions, like a huge being with countless eyes. This time, without Adrian speaking, even Nemo could feel the growing hostility in the air—this was the case under the prophecy of the gods, and he was reluctant to imagine the attitude of the blue birds to humans.

    "Let's get out of here." Oliver finally got out from behind the giant tree, moving very carefully, lest he accidentally trip over the vines under his feet. "Go to Merotti first, if Jesse Dylan didn't lie, then she should be able to give us part of the answer." He sounded a little weirdly in a good mood.

    Nimo looked behind Oliver, and Jesse wasn't following him.

    "But how are we going to find her?" Nemo murmured, leaning closer to Oliver subconsciously—the unreserved smile on his face reassured him.

    "Ann." Oliver turned to the female warrior with a calmer aura. "share."

    "...Ouch, that's scary," Ann whispered, taking out the pages from her goat leather pocket. She unfolded it deftly with one hand, and the orange characters floated over the parchment. That's an explicit coordinate.

    "When-"

    "She slapped the spell on that food bag, and I happened to see it." Oliver patted Nemo on the shoulder, "How could our Lady Savage let the mission target go so easily? "

    "Fuck you, I'm worried about her." Ann rolled her eyes.

    The orange coordinates flickered slightly, distorted like steam. And its content kept changing—Merotti was clearly still functioning normally, and Nemo breathed a sigh of relief.

    Finding Merotti Delaney is not difficult. She is not far from the Blue Bird Tribe. In fact, she has been wandering around the illusion, staggering the right path again and again. When they met again, she was running through the woods like an ugly whirlwind, or scarlet lightning. She spotted them first and stopped timidly five paces away. There was caution and a little joy in his eyes.

    Monster Girl is thinner than ever, even if she doesn't look human, Nemo is still quite sure of that. Merotti was still carrying the two bags, and her eyes were terrifyingly bright. Now that she doesn't have to bother stealing from human territory, she smells much better—at least now Nemo can't smell the pungent sourness.

    The sun is about to go down, and the light blue of the night makes the monster's ugly appearance a little softer.

    "It's you." Her voice was still strangely hoarse, not pleasant. "You... have you met my parents?"

    Her claws were digging at the mud, and she looked nervous like a criminal awaiting sentencing, but that nervousness was mixed with a little cautious expectation.

    "Yes," Oliver said. "...We also saw Pasototu."

    Merotti's body froze extremely obviously, she opened her mouth, and seemed to have forgotten how to make a sound for a moment: "Where is he, is he okay? He... Did he..."

    "Pasototu is locked up by the tribe, as you can guess." Nemo said solemnly, "He has always wanted to see you."

    Tears rolled down the monster's cheeks and into the uncomfortable folds of flesh. "I know," she said, "...but the way I am..."

    "There are three theories about alienation." Adrian said, he walked to the monster and stared at those cyan eyes seriously. "Usually it stems from a demon's curse, which you call divine punishment. Now there's a third...you want to know? It's kind of cruel, I have to say."

    "Can it change this situation, Mr. Friar?" After thinking for a moment, Merotti asked seriously.

    "Maybe."

    "Then tell me."

    "It's a spell," Adrian said. "Your love undid it. And it's in the process of undoing it...You're a bluebird, Miss Delaney. Vincent's People may all be within the scope of this spell."

    Merotti Delaney was so shocked by this ridiculous statement that she stopped breathing.

    "I just can't figure it out." The voice of the former knight commander was low and soft, "About the time difference in removing spells..."

    "If that's true." She shuddered violently, breathing very quickly. "If that's true...I can explain."

    "Love is not easy or not. I fell in love with him gradually and uncontrollably. I struggled for a long time, Mr. Friar. I know it is wrong, my parents will not Identify with me. I know I'll break their hearts...but..." Her voice grew softer, "but I can only feel beauty and hope in the world when I'm around him."

    "The night I ran away, I made up my mind. I couldn't fool myself."

    "Tell me now, this kind lady...what did my parents say? Did they abandon me or...are they sad?" Her voice broke into tears.

    "They want us to kill Pasototu." Ann looked away, her tone flat, almost cruel.

    Merotti was silent, she was silent for a long time. She was still trembling slightly, as if she was about to freeze to death in this summer night.

    "Oh." She let out a hoarse sigh, "...I know."

    "I never expected miracles in this world. Until I met him and fell in love with him without authorization, this was the first." Her voice began to become soft and soft gentle. "Desperate and selfish, and didn't expect a love from him...you've seen him, how beautiful he is."

    "And he still loves me, that's the second one. I shouldn't be so greedy... expecting my parents to approve of me." Her voice was even softer, like a thin film about to melt in warm water ice.

    "Thank you for the third miracle."

     A cyan glow flashed around her. The rotting skin fell off, and cyan feathers took its place. Huge wings grew from behind her waist and stretched awkwardly. The twisted arms straightened, gradually covered in scales and fine feathers. An obsidian-like beak appeared on her face, and the cyan of her iris faded into darkness like the night.

    A beautiful and graceful blue bird spreads its wings.

    She opened her mouth, but Nemo only heard a meaningless tweet. She obviously did not understand the language of the Blue Bird tribe. Merotti himself realized this. She stretched out her winged forearm and slowly gestured the circle in the air—a circle that Nemo was familiar with, and that was what Oliver used on the manticore in the woods.

    The magic circle of Forest Ballad is gradually completed.

    Complicated emotions flooded them. It was wrapped in gratitude, sadness and despair, and finally turned into great happiness.

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