Stray Ch156

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 156: Trouble

Nemo shook his head, and finally shook off the last trace of drowsiness. He wiped his face and stood up straight. Then he found that he could only look down at Hayden, who was making a very obvious shrinking movement.

So Nemo sat back on the edge of the bed again and raised his head slightly. “Go ahead.”

“First—first of all, I’m very sorry.” Hayden stared hard at the pattern on the carpet. “During the ceremony, I had a wrong view of you. You have a lover. I’m really sorry. I… I thought…”

“What?” Nemo was at a loss for a few seconds before reacting. At the beginning of the ceremony dinner, when Hayden saw his face clearly for the first time, there was indeed a subtle alienation in his expression. “Uh, don’t worry. This isn’t something that needs to be apologized for.”

“No.” Hayden’s tone unexpectedly hardened a bit. “I have to apologize. You see, you noticed it too, didn’t you? I hate prejudice, but I also…” His voice became smaller, and in the end, it almost turned into a vague grunt.

“Okay, I forgive you,” Nemo responded solemnly. “I have to wash up, Hayden. If you have anything else—”

“Yes.” Hayden buried his head even lower. “That… It’s actually a little hard to say, but… Uh…”

“Please just say it.” Nemo’s expression was a bit complicated. Nurses should be regarded as the assistants to healers who were faced with all kinds of bloody tragedies on the battlefield. If Hayden Wilhelm behaved like a frightened turtledove, he was unsure whether the other party was really suitable for this major.

“When you’re not with your boyfriend, can you try to be with me as much as possible?” Hayden said in a mosquito-like voice. “Uh, I mean, just go to class together, okay? I ran out of my own money and couldn’t afford to hire a guard. Five silver coins a day. If you don’t think it’s enough, I can add more… And, if your boyfriend cares, just treat it as if I didn’t ask.”

Nemo was taken aback. His gaze crossed the bruise on the other’s forehead, and he vaguely guessed in his heart. “No need to give money. Of course, we can go together. It’s just a trivial matter. Do you know Clementine well? If so, I have a lot of questions to ask you.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Nemo. I still have a bit of research to do on this place, but just ask me if you have any questions.” Hayden’s eyes were flushed, and he nodded vigorously. “I’m ready. Then I’ll wait for you to finish washing?”

He rushed back to his half of the room, as if Nemo would change his mind in the next second if he delayed.

Nemo shook his head helplessly. The logistics major needed to go out for group training at six in the morning before breakfast. He didn’t know if it was because most of the nursing majors were female, but training time for nursing was before dinner. Oliver should have just arrived at the training ground right now.

He finished washing quickly and picked up the textbooks he needed today. After half-instructing and half-threatening Bagelmaurus, Nemo slowly changed into his white uniform. When they officially went out, Hayden stayed behind him like a tail while still shaking his head.

Bypassing the corridor of the dormitory, Nemo began to wonder if the other party was using him as a shield—countless curious or contemptuous glances came over, and most of them were completely blocked by him.

The closer they were to the part of the castle that belonged to the nursing profession, the denser the gaze. It was just that most of these young people had never been outside. Nemo was baptized by Adrian Cross’ icy gaze in their initial task, so he didn’t intend to take this lack of momentum with contempt to heart.

‘What are we having for lunch today?’  Nemo carried his breakfast bread and thought seriously. Seeing that he was close to the classroom, Hayden finally dared to stick his head out and cautiously walked side by side with Nemo.

One of the two was wandering, while the other looked down at the tip of his shoe and walked in the corridor as if he was a ghost, paying no attention to the noise around him. Until there was a loud noise—Nemo subconsciously looked sideways, and his short new roommate was gone.

Hayden was sitting on his back on the floor; the books he was holding in his arms scattered all over the place. The person that knocked him down wasn’t a man, but a very beautiful girl. Her figure was exceptionally plump and tall, accentuated by the nursing uniform, and she stood firmly in place, looking down at Hayden, who was on the ground.

The beautiful girl’s temperament was extremely cold. Her face was full of subtle anger and disgust, as if a giant slug had fallen to the ground.

For a while, Nemo didn’t know who hit whom. According to Hayden’s way of walking, his roommate could probably bump into an elephant smoothly, so he decided to remain silent for the time being and squatted down to help Hayden pick up his books.

The girl snorted coldly and went straight past them, followed by a tall young man. He casually poked Hayden, who had just stood up with his finger, and caused the latter to fall to the ground again. “Pay attention next time you walk, little girl. I can see that you’re not really interested in women. I heard you’re in the same dorm as this little boy. What, did he give you some special service?”

He didn’t even bother to hide the sarcasm in his tone.

“She bumped into me first,” Hayden murmured in a low voice. “Don’t say that about Nemo. He has a lover…”

“What kind of lover?” The uniform of the young person was the cloth armor of the combat major. It stood to reason that the students of the combat department shouldn’t be here at the moment. “It’s just logistics over there. Except for the face, there’s nothing to be gained. What kind of ‘lover’ are you talking about?”

Nemo raised his eyebrows. Hayden got up silently again and patted Nemo’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“Oh, I think this gentleman should apologize.” Nemo stuffed the book he picked up into Hayden’s arms.

“Why? Because I ‘insulted’ your lover? It’s clear why he entered such a place—I wonder if his techniques are particularly good? This is really…”

“No, no you misunderstood,” Nemo said calmly. “I mean, you should apologize to Mr. Wilhelm. I saw you jabbing him with your finger. As for Ollie, please don’t mention his techniques. If I made a list of reasons why I like him, that would definitely be at the bottom of the list. To be honest, I really don’t mind your bullshit.”

For a while, both the perpetrator and the victim looked at him speechlessly.

“Ha! You—” The warrior’s hand was halfway stretched out, and his wrist was firmly grasped by a pale hand.

“Apologize.” Nemo smiled and lowered his voice slightly.

The warrior struggled in disbelief a few times but found that his hand remained in motion. There was an absolute power gap. He felt a little sore for a moment, as if it wasn’t a hand that was holding his wrist but a highly poisonous snake.

“Sorry, Mr. Wilhelm,” he said bluntly, pausing with every word.

“This is over.” Nemo let go of his hand. “Have a nice day, gentleman.”

The warrior snorted coldly and quickly turned and left. Nemo shook his hand and turned his head. The way his roommate looked at him was like looking at a monster.

“You…” Hayden shivered even more. “He…”

“My hands are stronger.” Nemo coughed. “Don’t worry. After all, now that I have become the well-known ‘little white face’, he won’t preach this kind of thing everywhere.”

Hayden let out a trembling breath.

When they officially entered the classroom, Nemo saw the beautiful girl again. She was sitting in the first row of the hall, and still had a cold expression on her face. Nemo sighed and chose a remote corner with Hayden. The strange thing was that at this moment, the hall was full of girls in white uniforms, but they seemed to completely ignore their existence as if they weren’t alive, and they all had nasty looks in their eyes.

This was the case for the whole hour of class.

“In general, as nurses, the first task is not to save lives and treat injuries, but to share the pressure of the healer. Abrasions, lacerations, fractures that are not complicated and such… It must be dealt with by you, rather than wasting the precious magic of the healer.” The professor was an elderly man, dressed in a white robe. His voice was extremely hoarse. “As a former healer, I would like to tell you that absolutely obeying the healer’s orders is first priority. When rescuing on the battlefield, please also abandon your useless sentimentality. Yes, yes, I believe this is an excessive requirement for women—”

He raised his chin and glanced around. The female nursing students lowered their eyes and were silent. The professor nodded in satisfaction.

“As civilians, you can enter this college. I personally appreciate your efforts.” He coughed a few times. “But this is just the beginning. Whether you plan to find a husband during your studies or look for a goal on the battlefield, I’ll treat you equally in schoolwork—Miss Lawler, what’s wrong with you?”

“…Nothing, professor.” The beautiful girl, with a cold expression, wiped her hands. She seemed to have accidentally broken her quill pen.

“Okay. That’s all for our first class. Please take a break for a while. Wilhelm, White, come here for a second, you two.”

Although Nemo could remember everything, in order to behave normally, he still wrote down the main points. Wilhelm’s hand speed was even faster than his, as his roommate seemed to want to write down every single word that the professor spit out. Hearing him call their names, the two put down their pens and obediently stepped forward.

This time, the eyes of the other students finally gazed over.

“Mr. Wilhelm, your father has communicated with the school. He still wants you to transfer to the healer major. To be honest, I read your answer sheet. Although the content isn’t excellent, it’s passable. If you consider going to—”

“No.” Hayden’s voice was pitifully low, but very firm. “Thank you, professor.”

“I suggest you think about it. After all, compared to nursing, healers have a much longer life span in terms of social status and occupation.”

“No,” Hayden just repeated in a low voice.

“I respect your decision.” The old professor shrugged. “Then it’s your turn, Mr. White. You got a full score on the part of abyssal magic pathology. The professor over there is very interested in your perspective. Have you ever considered transferring to a research-related major?”

“What?” Nemo was a little confused.

“You didn’t read the transcript, did you? A letter should’ve been placed on the desk in your room.” The old professor took off his glasses and wiped them carefully. “With all due respect… If you don’t understand the nursing major or the number of recommended places is limited, and you want to use this as a springboard, I understand very well, but if you want to stay here, I suggest you… Ahem, don’t be so arrogant. It’s best to cherish your talents.”

Hayden quietly clenched his fists. Nemo stopped breathing and looked into the hall subconsciously. The professor’s voice wasn’t low, and the girls in the front row could definitely hear it, but the old man still spat out words like “arrogant” unconsciously. It didn’t even sound like deliberate irony, but really came from the heart.

“You heard what I said. These civilian girls squeezed into this profession purely to find an opportunity to break away from their class and be with a wealthy husband or lover. You… don’t have the same plans, do you, Mr. White?”

“No, I don’t.” Nemo subconsciously denied this, and his brain became a little blank. “I—”

“Get out!” A cold and angry voice interrupted the conversation, causing the professor to frown.

The beautiful girl left her seat at some unknown time and was throwing a bouquet of roses out the door. “I want nothing to do with you, Leonard. I didn’t even know you before yesterday. Don’t follow me anymore!”

“Is my status too low for you?” Another voice that sounded a bit familiar came from the corridor.

“…I want nothing to do with you. I’ll say it again, get out.”

“You guys go back to your seats first. When you change your mind, you’ll come and let me know.” The old professor frowned and walked into the corridor. The two took the opportunity to return to a remote corner.

“What the hell is going on?” Nemo asked, a little confused. “Doesn’t the nursing major sound good? What is this evaluation—speaking of which, why don’t you become a healer? Since you can—”

“That’s what my father wants.” Hayden showed a wry smile. “But I know very well that my magic isn’t that strong. You also heard today that healers on the battlefield are extremely scarce, and a little more magic can save one more person. People like me… What would be the difference between killing people just for the face of my family?”

“Then why choose nursing?”

“Because I like to help others.” Hayden’s face was a little pale. “…Don’t look at me like that. I’m very good at this. Nemo, I scored second place in the admission score for the nursing major.”

In order to be less dazzling at the beginning, Nemo specifically answered a lot of questions wrong in nursing, but he hadn’t read the transcript, so he continued asking, “Who’s the first?”

“Marilyn Lawler, the one who knocked me down this morning.” Hayden looked at the beautiful girl standing at the door. At that moment, she had her arms crossed and looked angry. “I can understand why she doesn’t like me. Nemo, do you want to know why the professor advised you to change your major? In fact, they are all for the same reason.”

“Miss Lawler’s reputation is well-known. She’s a well-deserved genius in healing magic. For all the treatment-related parts, she got full marks this time… Her professional application was written as a healer.”

“Then why—”

“In Alban, women aren’t allowed to work as healers. Let’s just say that nursing is the only high-level profession that allows civilian women to enter.”

“……”

“The working life of a nurse is usually very short, up to five or six years. Most of them will find someone they like on the battlefield and get married. Others act sooner, finalize their marriages in college, and refuse to fight on battlefields, but what the professor just said… I don’t agree with it at all. At least the ones who are desperately fighting on the battlefield, I—I don’t think they are all doing it to ‘break away from their class’, and some may ‘want to’ do it.”

Nemo opened his mouth, but the doubt on his face still didn’t disappear.

“Nemo, you come from a small place. I don’t mean to look down on you. This difference may not be seen in small towns. After all, most civilian jobs don’t require a work permit, but in a slightly larger place… Uh, for example, here, most of the respected occupations will have work permit requirements.”

“Well, I know this.” But as a black chapter living at the bottom, Nemo had never had an in-depth understanding of this. Although the Abyssal Church’s collection of books was rich, there weren’t too many records and studies in this area.

“They can’t do licensed work without the signed permission of their father or husband.”

“Wait, that means…”

“Yes, they are civilians. Once they get older and their father dies, it’s impossible to have the opportunity to engage in this kind of work again. Nobles don’t look at girls who are too old, and even if they marry ordinary civilians, they usually can’t get a work permit. No one wants their wives to work more decently than themselves.”

Nemo suddenly understood the sources of hostility and indifference. He could even understand that kind of mood; something that was at the fingertips of others but couldn’t be touched by him all his life.

He turned his gaze to the door of the hall. Marilyn Lawler’s strength was indeed outstanding, at least much stronger than her frivolous suitor. She had already left the door and was walking to her seat. Miss Lawler’s eyes were slightly red, and there was a smell of roses emanating from her body.

But she didn’t say a word, and not even a whimper leaked out.

The original relaxed mood suddenly became heavy. Nemo sighed and decided to talk to Oliver at noon about his disinteresting discovery, but trouble came faster than he thought.

“I believe everyone has understood the responsibilities of their profession. Let’s group together.” The last class before lunch was held on the vast lawn behind the college, and the sound amplified by the loudspeaker array sprayed across the field. “In a real battle, an action unit should be 30 people. Considering that there are not many fatal dangers in the academy, we’ll temporarily form a group of 15 people.”

“There are ten combat units: one defensive and offensive mage, seven fighters, and one commander; five auxiliary units: one healer, two logistics, and two nursing. Please identify your teammates according to the list and remember their faces. They will be your comrades-in-arms and relatives this year.”

Nemo looked at Oliver, standing opposite him, speechless, who shrugged. Hayden was still hiding behind him, and Oliver seemed to be with his roommate, who stood next to him.

‘Okay,’ Nemo thought. Without the discovery he made just moments ago, this would’ve been a surprise, not a nuisance.

It was Marilyn Lawler’s frivolous suitor.

“Ollie.” Nemo hooked a hand around Oliver’s neck. “Don’t look over there.”

“But someone’s walking by—wait a minute. You shouldn’t get into trouble on the first day…”

“Sorry. I couldn’t hold back,” Nemo said with a stern face. “I have a bad feeling.”

“…Me too.”


The author has something to say:

It’s impossible to live without trouble, they’re bound to it.


Kinky Thoughts:

I see, so it’s a sexist patriarchal system. It now makes sense why during Ann’s flashback, her brother said that to her.


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Stray Ch155

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 155: The Starting Point of the Story

Screams, splashes of blood, and dark faces full of murderous intent.

Oliver frowned while half asleep and half awake and subconsciously stretched out his arms to his side, but didn’t touch the warm body of his lover as usual. It seemed that countless pieces of ice had exploded deep in his mind, and he was in a cold sweat. Before his brain was completely awake, Oliver’s body took the lead. He rolled out of bed and almost instinctively retracted into the corner like a cat. In less than two seconds of the whole process, his two arms were already in a defensive posture, perfectly protecting his heart.

The desk was hit by a dull noise, and two books that he hadn’t finished reading before going to bed collapsed and scattered everywhere.

Holding his breath and hiding for a while, his mind began to turn slowly.

The memory of the day slowly surfaced from the depths of his mind. Yes, he visited a new campus and came back to have a brief exchange with Nemo for about half an hour. Before Nemo’s roommate came back, they also laughed at Bagelmaurus’ new look together. Oliver looked at the dark and empty room in front of him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a wry smile.

It’s over. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his face hard. The Withered Castle had disappeared, and he had left that hell, but those fragments of death still visited his dreams from time to time—waking Oliver up from his slumber. It was just that in previous days, he could hug Nemo in the next second and fall back into a deep sleep with the breath of his lover.

But today, he only felt cold. Hazily, he almost regarded this reality as a dream again.

‘Habits are a terrible thing,’ Oliver thought to himself. Instead of turning on the light, he sat in the same place and inserted his fingers into his hair soaked in cold sweat. He wasn’t very proficient at detecting, but he felt relieved when he felt the familiar breathing two doors away, and even the small snoring of Bagelmaurus.

Nemo was still sleeping, and everything was safe.

Nemo didn’t need to know this. He would get rid of the influence of this matter sooner or later. Oliver cranked his shoulders and finally decided to stand up. Fortunately, his roommate wasn’t here, as what he did made a lot of noise. Class would officially start tomorrow. It wasn’t good to disturb others.

The academy had no mandatory regulations on the first night’s accommodation. Many people came with friends and family. Tomorrow, the academy would be officially closed off. Many people would choose to stay with their relatives and friends at a nearby inn for the night. Clementine Academy had prepared all the details well. Students could even pack their bags in advance and come back in the morning to change clothes and get their books.

Most likely, his roommate was one of these people. Since the dinner ceremony, the burly young man had left the group early, and that was the last he had seen of him so far.

However, as he propped one hand on the floor, and before he could exert his strength, the dorm door slid open silently. Oliver’s back exploded in hot sweat and his left hand directly grabbed the ukulele not far away, almost subconsciously pulling out the Rest in Peace. The door had opened.

His burly roommate was standing in the doorway, with his mouth slightly agape.

The soft light from the corridor cast into the doorway early in the morning. It wasn’t to the point of being blinding, but it was enough to reflect the things in the room clearly. The burly young man who fought for Nemo at the ceremony was standing stiffly at the door, looking silently at his roommate, who was nestled in the corner in the middle of the night.

Oliver coughed dryly, put down the ukulele in his arms, and quickly stood up straight.

His new roommate was indeed quite large. Just from sitting alone, he was intimidating. Oliver roughly guessed that the height of the burly young man was probably over two meters tall. The other party’s muscles were equally strong and exaggerated, almost bursting. Oliver thought he wasn’t thin, but he would be considered skinny standing next to him.

Since both of them were awake, there was nothing to worry about. Oliver lit the magic lamp and hardened himself to continue this awkward stare.

“Oliver Ra…Borne,” he coughed dryly and stretched out his right hand. “It seems I haven’t formally introduced myself. I remember you are, uh…” The name on the nameplate on the door popped into his head.

“Oliver Elmer.” The big young man smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. He extended his large hand and shook Oliver’s hand warmly. “I’m used to it. Don’t worry—how about this. I’ll call you Oliver and you can just call me Elmer.”

“Thanks, Elmer.” Oliver held his smile firmly. “I still have something to do here, so it may take a while for me to go to sleep. It’s late now. Do you want to rest first…”

“Just in time.” Elmer shrugged. “It’s four in the morning. I have to pack a little early. If you’re awake, it just saves me some energy from not having to cast a soundproofing spell. How about you give me a shout when you’re going to sleep.”

Oliver glanced at the time. It was indeed four in the morning. He didn’t know if he could fall back asleep again, so he could only nod.

Right now, Elmer wasn’t wearing his uniform but a simple linen shirt. It was so wet that it was almost dripping with water, giving off an inconsiderable smell of sweat. The burly young man seemed to have just returned from a strenuous workout outside. His entire body was radiating heat, and when he turned around, Oliver noticed a huge sword on the other man’s back; but even in the dim light, he could immediately distinguish its material.

It was a wooden sword.

Oliver didn’t make a sound. His roommate was packing his bags carefully next door. Even if he knew Oliver was awake, his movements were still very light. In order to show that he didn’t mean to fall back asleep, Oliver simply picked up the ukulele and played a song Nemo had taught him, albeit poorly.

“You play well.” Obviously perceiving Oliver’s intention, Elmer’s voice was full of laughter. The movement on the opposite side instantly became louder. Matching the rhythm of the sound, Elmer cleaned up a lot faster. “Oliver, from your accent… You’re Albanian, right?”

“Yes, from a small town.” Oliver took his origins lightly. “Thanks to the help of a Lord Bishop.”

“Me too.” Elmer took it naturally and didn’t notice the abnormality. “But I… I’m not that good yet and our family has to pay part of it at my own expense.”

“Did you go to practice your swordsmanship?” Oliver decided to leave this touchy topic behind and asked inadvertently. “I saw you carrying a sword on your back. We also have swordsmanship classes in logistics?”

“No, no. It’s just a personal hobby,” Elmer quickly denied. His voice was mixed with a muffled sound of books hitting the wooden table. “I won’t hide it from you. My magic power is actually… reasonable, but definitely not on some genius level. My hometown is small, so placements are limited, but when I’m here, if I practice well, I might get recruited by some nobleman to… At least I can work as a guard or something.”

Oliver stopped playing. For a while, he didn’t know what to say. If he could be admitted to Clementine Academy, Elmer wasn’t weak, but…

“My brother is the real genius.” Elmer’s personality was equally cheerful, and he had now completely become a chatterbox. “It’s a pity that he, uh, for some reason, can’t really study. He paid for my tuition with his wage. If I could find a family that would sponsor me as soon as possible, Hamlin wouldn’t have to work too hard.”

“Wage?” Oliver couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes! Although my brother is young, he’s very strong. He told me he got a job at the Laddism Church. Alas, if it weren’t for Hamlin being born… with a bad leg, how could it have been me here? To tell you the truth, if his legs could be cured, I’d rather go to the docks to move goods and give up being a powerful warlock, but now…”

“Have you tried finding a healer?” Nemo may be able to cure it. Maybe he could discuss this with his lover, Oliver mused. If the situation was really bad, they might be able to help a little.

“It’s useless. I’ve looked. You see, I’m already twenty-four, and this is the last year I can drag it out.” Unfortunately, Elmer quickly interrupted his thoughts. There was a bit more bitterness in the tone of the burly young man’s voice. “To be cured, the body must theoretically ‘exist in a healthier state’, but Hamlin’s situation isn’t like that. He… He was born that way and God shaped him like that from the beginning. Isn’t there a saying? People who are born with abnormal powers always have irreparable physical defects. Occasionally, a few lucky people who aren’t disabled will appear, but Hamlin isn’t so lucky.”

“…I’m sorry,” Oliver whispered while he fiddled gently with the strings.

“It’s okay. Don’t take it personally. It’s just casual talk. ” Elmer’s voice became cheerful again. “It’s not that there is no precedent for this kind of thing. Maybe things will turn around. You see, aside from the ending, the Lopez brothers are the same way, right?”

Oliver almost snapped the string. “What?” His voice became louder.

“You don’t know? Ah, that’s right, you probably may not have cared for it.” Elmer sounded excited. “I especially admire Flint Lopez. He’s really amazing! Did you know that he dropped out of school before he even reached our level? This is what my neighboring senior told me, and it’s absolutely true.”

“Oh, oh…” Oliver responded weakly, pouring himself a glass of water. “Then what?”

“The brothers hit a rough patch that year. The bishop who had been funding them passed away unexpectedly, and it was just around the time of the Laddism reformation, so no one took over the matter for a while. In order for his younger brother to continue learning, Flint Lopez dropped out of school and founded the Tin Soldiers to do tasks to earn money. You should know the rest. The Tin Soldier Mercenary Regiment is a legend—”

Oliver swallowed a sip of cold water numbly. “I’ve heard a little about them. Having said that. He… What happened to his brother?” He was a little curious about who Godwin Lopez’s father was.

“His younger brother was also competent. Emanuel Lopez directly climbed to the position of Chief Justice of the Knights of Judgment, and his reputation was very good. Chief Justice of the Knights of Judgment! I haven’t seen anyone able to achieve such a status like that. Praise Zenni. Little Lopez—oh, that’s Emanuel. I heard that he also respected his brother immensely. It’s a pity that the ending of the brothers was inexplicable. Alas, Little Lopez died of an acute illness and Big Lopez is still missing. I hope he’s still alive.”

Placing the water cup in his hand gently on the table, Oliver lowered his eyes and trembled slightly with his right hand. “…Let’s hope.”

“Hamlin is also working in the Laddism Church now, and I heard that the treatment is very good, so I have to work hard too. Maybe we can also earn a bit of fame. Well, I’m all packed up. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed… Are you still not sleeping? The sun is about to come out soon.”

“Right away,” Oliver said, stepping barefoot on the fleece blanket and pressing his knees against the bed. “Speaking of which, what kind of work does your brother do in the Laddism Church?”

Maybe Mr. Cross knows him. Oliver grinned, trying to use this thought to pull himself out of his bitter grief.

“He didn’t mention much, saying there was a confidentiality requirement. I have heard people say once in a while that he seems to work in a choir or something,” Elmer said happily. “The internal regulations of the Laddism Church… I don’t know much about it, but ‘choir’ sounds pretty good, right?”

“Well, good night,” Elmer responded happily.

On the other side, there wasn’t much peace.

Nemo woke up early. Habits were quite terrible, as he was no longer used to falling asleep alone. He yawned, opened the bed curtains, and then found his new roommate standing upright outside his curtains.

Hayden Wilheim almost frightened the great Lord Demon King back to bed. Nemo waited for a long time but still failed to squeeze something out of his groggy head. The thin young man glanced at the parrot sleeping soundly by Nemo’s pillow and lowered his head again.

Following Hayden’s movements, his hair shook slightly, and the corner of his forehead revealed a dazzling greenish-purple color. After ten seconds or so of hesitation, Nemo’s new roommate finally opened his mouth.

“I—I want to talk to you, can I? White… No, Nemo?”


The author has something to say:

The newlyweds husband and wife (×) slept in separate beds, which was really miserable.

And Jesse, on the other side, begins rubbing his hands together (????).


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Stray Ch154

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 154: Three Portraits

The chestnut cake tasted really good.

Until Nemo returned to his room, there was still a delicate sweetness in his mouth. Hayden didn’t keep up immediately. Like most students, he chose to take advantage of the free afternoon after the ceremony to wander around. A special faculty member would lead the new students on a free tour to get better acquainted with the overly large campus. Usually, this was the first time that students would meet their peers after admission.

The two briefly discussed for a while. Nemo’s situation was relatively special. He had attracted enough attention, and it was extremely easy in an informal social setting to attract unnecessary trouble. After all, the gathering included teachers who were masters of their class, so it was a bad idea to use spells before figuring out their specific situation.

The Demon King, who had never been one to socialize, happily decided to return to the dorm first and hand over the task of investigation to his lover.

The strange atmosphere that made people nervous greatly dissipated after entering his room again. The air here was clean and pure. Before entering the college, he completely sealed off his and the gray parrot’s aura. At this moment, the gray parrot exuded a very faint aura behind the bed curtains, almost as if it was truly a parrot.

Nemo closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and his ears began to redden slowly.

Ever since he knew the truth about his identity, out of some unknown feeling, he always wanted to behave more calmly and solemnly in front of Oliver. Unfortunately, although it was done successfully on the surface, it was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Nemo rubbed his ears. Yes, he finally learned what “love” was. Even not long ago, he was convinced that after so much experience, he would no longer be impressed by such trivial matters that felt like pricks of a needle.

It turned out that he was dead wrong.

Nemo turned to his desk and poured himself a glass of water, finally washing down the sweet taste that was in his mouth that made his heart beat faster. It was easy to lose his cool when he was alone, but it was also relatively faster to calm down.

Ann came exceptionally punctually.

“You found out that I’m here?” Nemo looked at the person’s round hat and apron, raising his eyebrows. He could feel that his ears were still burning slightly, but they were certainly not so red that they should be able to escape the female warrior’s too keen detection. “That outfit is very… Uh…”

“Shut up. Don’t force it. As for how I know… Where else can you go besides here?” Ann rolled her eyes. She didn’t make any over-the-top disguises. It was just a rare use of light makeup, and she got herself a pair of simple-style glasses.

The female warrior used some means to hide the ugly scar on her right eyebrow, and the simple makeup suppressed her heroic nature. She deliberately adjusted her posture, collapsing her shoulders and slightly bending her back. She really didn’t look like a warrior anymore from a glance. The regular long sleeves covered her muscles, and the cuffs were tied up. The long black dress without skirt support was simple and neat. Ann Savage disguised herself perfectly as a janitor.

“Don’t talk about me, look at yourself… Ugh, this waist is so tight,” Ann said sternly, pulling out a bulging cloth bag from the lower part of her cart. “Oliver went snooping around, right? You made a wise decision. In your present condition, in a place like Alban…”

She sneered and didn’t say much more and just threw the cloth bag to Nemo. “This is what we discussed before. Do you want my help?”

“No,” Nemo replied. “I can do it myself.”

“Alright.” Ann casually glanced at the interior decoration with a calm expression. “Then I’ll go first. Staying too long will cause suspicion. I’m usually responsible for cleaning the northwest corner of the campus. The library and information room are near there, so it won’t be suspicious if you go there.”

“Thanks for your hard work.” Nemo weighed the bag in his hand.

Ann pushed up her glasses skillfully, as if she had worn them for several years, and put on a numb expression again before leaving the room while dragging her cart.

It seemed that Ann’s side was also going well. Nemo picked up the bag and opened the thick bed curtains—

Then his entire body fell silent.

The soft and comfortable sheets were full of cookie crumbs and peeled kernels. The gray parrot spread its wings and lay on its back in the center of the bed, squinting at Nemo. The latter almost threw a cleansing spell on impulse. After a few seconds of silence, Nemo took a deep breath and finally accepted his fate. He picked up a soft brush from the bed and began to clean it up by himself.

“Aha,” the gray parrot hummed in a low voice. The feeling of power and prestige came back. “You really don’t dare use abyssal magic!”

“It’s called laying low. Besides, it’s not me, it’s us. You’re not allowed to make any moves, Bagelmaurus.” Nemo scowled as he swept the last piece of crumb into the small dustpan.

“Bah!” the gray parrot gave a loud burp, then spat. “Honestly, have you been brainwashed by humans? I… I was actually afraid of you. I really…”

“I have wanted to ask for a while now.” Nemo picked up the cloth bag, grabbed a book, and got into the bed. He kept his voice low, forcing back the anger of seeing his bed ruined. “What’s the matter with you recently?”

“I know that some races in the abyss will mate, and mating behavior determines the status. I also know that quite a few demons like to tease humans, but you! Didn’t you voluntarily allow yourself to be held down by that Ramon—”

Nemo didn’t hesitate to reach out and wrangle the bird’s neck.

“That has nothing to do with you,” he said solemnly. “If what you mean is this, then you can shut up.”

The gray parrot’s neck was trembling slightly when it was grabbed. Its golden bird’s eyes swept over secretly from time to time, but it continued to hum as a way to express its dissatisfaction.

“…But this is also good,” Nemo said. He untied the mouth of the cloth bag with his other hand. “I won’t feel too bad about what I’m about to do next.”

The gray parrot stared warily at the bottles and jars that were taken out of the cloth bag.

“Murder—”

“Shut up,” Nemo gritted his teeth and squeezed out his words between them. “Keep your voice down. If my roommate happens to come back—” Looking at Hayden’s situation, Nemo didn’t think the other party could last long in a social situation.

“I’m a superior demon! If I’m discovered, then so be it. It’s not a big deal to just kill a human who didn’t have eyes and bury him in the yard.” Bagelmaurus struggled mentally and began to peck at Nemo’s hand. “Anyway, it’s just some fragile…”

“How about I bury you?” Nemo threatened inexplicably as he unscrewed one of the bottles. However, a strange smell wasn’t emitted from it. It was better to say there was no smell coming from the bottle at all.

“Hey, what’s this?” The parrot asked as it trembled, kicking its leg as it softened its tone. “You… Are you really angry?”

“Dye.” Nemo stretched the attached small brush into the mouth of the bottle. The pocket array on the brush handle worked smoothly. “The best dye. The cleaning ladies here can get a lot of it. After all, they have to repair all kinds of damage. Even if Godwin can’t touch Clementine’s students, everyone knows that Tumbleweed carries around a gray parrot, so we have to be cautious.”

“Liar!” the gray parrot shivered and screamed, glancing at the brush with its eyes. “This is definitely some kind of potion. If this was purely to disguise me, why didn’t you guys do it earlier—”

“The dye on the outside smells. It will fade and blend together. Magic tends to leave traces.” Nemo shrugged as he held the brush. “Look, didn’t I come back to prepare as soon as possible?”

“…Help!!!”

The initiator of this tragedy patted the dust off her long skirt and opened the door in front of her. Ann knocked on the small bronze ball next to the door with her bronze medal, and the entire space was suddenly filled with light from magic lamps.

Countless portraits were embedded on the walls. Various trophies, armor, and even weapons were displayed at the center. The Hall of Fame at Clementine Academy held items of great people who had studied there. Some were donated, while others were relics taken by the academy.

Few people usually came here, and the cleaning ladies only needed to clean it once a week. Although the place was very large, the cleaning wasn’t complicated; just a few tricky areas, which was very suitable for newcomers who had just entered the job. Afraid to leave too strong traces of a cleaning array, Ann carefully wiped the dust on the glass. Compared to killing enemies on the battlefield, this amount of work was nothing.

She cleaned the space thoroughly, but her movements were getting slower and lighter.

“Ann, Clementine Academy is a great place.” A young man with a warm smile in her memory patted her on the head. “It’s much more interesting than here.”

“Can I go when I grow up? …Same as you, brother?”

“…Sorry, I’m afraid not.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it clear to you until you’re a little older.” The young man sighed. “Don’t ask now. Good girl. Come, let me tell you some other stories, okay?”

“I also want to study at Clementine in the future.” She did have this wish.

“Have I ever told you about Lopez? Uh, it’s not the very mean Lopez, but the other one, my classmate. Do you remember Flint?”

“Mm.”

“That kid stole dye from the cleaning lady last month and dyed the professor’s guinea pig purple. As a result, he was punished and had to sweep the Hall of Fame for three months. Manually sweeping, with no magic allowed of any kind.”

“…Brother, is that guinea pig okay?”

“It’s still alive and kicking. In fact, many girls also started playing with that dye. After all, the dye effect was so good it’s quite scary. If not for the professor’s high magic power, the guinea pig would probably be purple for the rest of its life.”

“I want to see… The purple guinea pig…” She fell asleep quickly, and the conversation in her memory stopped abruptly.

Ann straightened her back and looked at the big portrait in front of her. When Flint Lopez was cleaning the Hall of Fame himself, he shouldn’t have thought that his portrait would appear here one day.

Unfortunately, the portrait didn’t depict Flint Lopez’s face, but the widely known appearance of the leader of the Tin Soldiers Mercenary Regiment, the Sword of Ruinous Fire, and the weird mask.

On the left of the portrait was his brother, Emanuel Lopez, who died prematurely. This Lopez depiction showed his face, and he was dressed as a Knight of Judgment. Emanuel was handsome and looked similar to her captain, but his temperament was much more melancholy. Ann curled her lips. If she guessed correctly, Flint Lopez probably had a very similar appearance.

Emanuel was that “very mean Lopez”. A former knight commander of the Knights of Judgment and Godwin’s father. Ann took a look at those dim green eyes for a while, then turned her gaze to the right side of Flint’s portrait and froze for a few seconds.

Naturally, the right side of Flint’s portrait wasn’t empty.

Above was a young man, wearing an elegant robe. His long brown hair was tied up neatly. His appearance was soft, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze; only this was all made of paint piled up and framed on a canvas.

His staff was in a glass case not far away, divided into the category of relics. There was a delicate metal plaque beside the portrait and staff, engraved with gorgeous text, which summarized the life of the deceased in a few simple sentences. It was a pity that most of the text was buried by curved decorative strokes, making it almost impossible to read. Only the large line at the very top of the metal plate was still clear…

[Abbas Alastair, Deputy Commander of the Tin Soldier Mercenary Regiment.]

Yes, she should have expected this. Ann breathed out tremblingly.

…She hadn’t seen his face for a long time.

The female warrior retracted her gaze as if she had been burned by flames and said nothing. She quickly cleaned the rest of the area and left the empty memorial hall. Without the light from the magic lamps, the thick curtains perfectly blocked the sunlight, and the portraits on the wall were immersed in darkness again.


The author has something to say:

The gray parrot is finally not a gray parrot! It turned into a colorful parrot—!

Tumbleweed is really expensive and chaotic√ It’s not a simple relationship between members. _(:””√)_

After all, only the knight commander is a straightforward and simple person! (Knight Commander: ……)


Kinky Thoughts:

Oh… This is going to complicate things when Ann finds out the truth about Nemo…


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Stray Ch153

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 153: The Isamel Labyrinth

Jesse Dylan did what he said.

The heavy metal door slowly opened, and the smile on the blond young man’s face quickly disappeared, like ash that had been brushed away. He took a step inside the door, and there was nothing left of the flowing air at the moment. Adrian couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. Just gazing at Dylan like this, the cold discomfort climbed his nerves again.

He almost thought it was fear.

It must be a hallucination. The former Knight of Judgment shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to the room in front of him.

Although Adrian Cross had only been here once, he still had a slight impression of the furnishings in the room. The position of the decoration remained largely unchanged, except that the flowers in the vase had changed varieties. This wasn’t a room for a formal reception, and to Adrian’s surprise, Pope Dawn Quinn didn’t even bring a few guards. The old man was wearing a loose cassock, leaning his back against a cushion, steeping soft pastry into his tea. He didn’t even wear his crown, revealing a smooth scalp that perfectly reflected into a halo under the sun as there was no hair on it.

Adrian was silent. The last time he met the Pope, there was the panache of a Pope, but now that he looked at how he was dressed, he looked just like an ordinary man eating snacks.

Seeing the two of them coming in, the old Pope nodded briefly and made a “please” gesture to the table a few steps away.

Jesse Dylan simply nodded in response, and took his seat very naturally, while Adrian still stood straight, without the slightest intention of sitting down.

“Sit down, Adri,” the Pope of the Laddism Church sighed. “I have heard Mercer mention the specific situation, and I think you can understand his decision. It would be great if the current situation could be maintained. My son, I have no plans for you.”

Adrian remained motionless, but he lowered his eyes in silence. The old man shrugged and threw a small pastry into the tea again, and he wasn’t the only one. Jesse picked out a dessert from the tea tray and began to chew on it politely.

The scene was a bit awkward for a while. It wasn’t like an interview with some unknown person, but more like a tea party for the elderly.

“A wise decision.” After wiping away the snack residue in his hand with a handkerchief, Jesse was the first to speak. “You didn’t choose a hall and buried yourself in a pile of Knights of Judgment.”

“You wanted to see me too, didn’t you? Otherwise, you’re fully capable of escaping. I can see that.” The old man touched his smooth head. “Felix reported that you don’t seem to be the type who will be shocked by power. Young sir, you’re very powerful—”

Jesse nodded politely with a smirk on his face. “I thought you were going to poke me from head to toe with the dragon breath stone. It seems that this… religion has its reason to go this far.”

Pope Dawn Quinn didn’t praise Zenni at this time. He just put down his teacup politely. “Young man, I’ll ask you directly—would you mind introducing yourself?”

“Well… I have many names and I recently used ‘Jesse Dylan’.” The smile on the blond young man’s face became stronger. “You can call me Jesse.”

“Okay, Jesse,” Pope Quinn said without any hesitation and shook his hand casually.

This was a test. Adrian knew very well. When Lord Quinn was serious, he would make this gesture. He didn’t know if Dylan had solved the mystery of this room, as everything appeared to be peaceful now, but this time was worse than the last. He didn’t need to talk to anyone, and he could look at the room wantonly.

Many corners showed traces of magic arrays. Based on their intensity, it really didn’t matter if there was a guard or not. It would only make the latter look more pompous, but looking at the current situation, their Pope still preferred to make this matter into a big deal…

Dawn Quinn was extremely shrewd. He had been Pope for more than fifty years, and the Laddism Church had developed rapidly under his guidance. They no longer vigorously investigate such acts as blasphemy. Despite the numerous bad habits left during the expansion period, the Pope was actually planning to make this sect more people-friendly than the previous one, which advocated for “the supremacy of Zenni’s glory”.

He was indeed a devout and strong believer, but he was also a shrewd and smooth businessman. Dawn Quinn suppressed a lot of the more extreme dogmas, allowing Garland and Alban to quickly develop in the past ten years, which he had greatly contributed to.

Adrian could barely guess what Quinn was thinking. “Jesse” showed amazing strength in the superior demon incident in Roadside Town. After the “magical staff” was confiscated, the real Jesse showed just the right power. His power was enough to defeat the team of Knights of Judgment, but although such people were rare, they weren’t completely absent.

The Pope’s leisurely reception was intended, on one hand, to establish a good relationship with the young man of unknown strength; on the other hand, to explore the details of the person.

The old man’s left foot was buried under the Pope’s robe and never moved. Adrian guessed that he was stepping on a trigger device for a certain magic formation.

“Well, I think I’m a man of legends. It’s… what you call ‘The Last Hero’,” Jesse directly announced.

Adrian almost swayed to the ground but was able to hold on firmly.

“Interesting.” Quinn raised his eyebrows. “I haven’t heard that name for a long time. How do you know the rule?”

“I think with your information network, it should be clear… I can use ‘spiritual sacrifice’ of the choir, so I naturally have my own channels as well. Dear Pope, I see you just confirmed one thing—”

Jesse paused, and the expression on his face became serious. “Am I qualified to enter the Isamel Labyrinth?”

“I have indeed heard a little about spiritual sacrifice.” Quinn still had a kind smile on his face. “Felix said that Adri had regained his power, and I almost took it as real… Alas, what a shame. That power that was lent to him was from you, right? You are indeed qualified to enter the labyrinth, but…”

“If I’m not mistaken, Godwin Lopez has already been in it. It’s just that he didn’t succeed, right?” Jesse chuckled. “The person in the prophecy must be able to pick up Flint Lopez’s Sword of Ruinous Fire. If he can’t pick up the Ruinous Fire, then he’s not destined to be the Hero of the prophecy. This is the rule you set.”

“Alright, fine. I admit it. That was just a weird request from an old man. To be honest, young man—The Sword of Ruinous Fire has nothing to do with the prophecy.” The old man narrowed his eyes slyly. “As for that kid Godwin… He has too much on his mind and his heart is too heavy. He had challenged the Ruinous Fire, but that sword refused to accept him. Of course, he didn’t approve of the wayward regulations of a crazy old man.”

The old pope leaned into the cushion. “I know he’s very popular among the people, but if a person can’t even face his true self…”

He didn’t go on but sighed regretfully.

“Actually, I don’t think—well, Adri can’t do it either,” the old man added lightly. “Although I suggested that he give it a try, he refused. I think you know this very well… Right, Adri?”

Adrian nodded silently.

The Ruinous Fire, Flint Lopez’s sword, was rumored to be a weapon with the power of disaster. Anyone who had a guilty conscience and confusion in their heart would feel strong pain when picking it up. It would be like being burned by soldering iron when they held the sword. Flint didn’t take his beloved sword when he disappeared, and it was brought back to the Laddism Church and placed in the center of the Great Isamel Labyrinth.

People who were not strong enough were destined to be unable to step into the Abyss. If he was being honest, Adrian didn’t think there was anything wrong with the Pope’s initiative—after all, the prophecy was illusory, and many details were difficult to verify. Once identified as the person of prophecy, the favor of all parties was indispensable.

Dawn Quinn was very calm. For more than two decades, Clementine had had no shortage of powerful but unscrupulous visitors. This Pope adhered to the principle of preferring “better be short than excessive”. In the future, people would be invited to the ancient labyrinth next to the Clementine Royal Military Academy.

“Please get recognition of the Ruinous Fire.” The Pope would declare in the face of these ambitious challengers.

Unfortunately, although they were powerful, the ancient labyrinth was even more dangerous. More than half the people backed out when they were invited, and the small half that accepted the challenge and decided to give it a shot—most of them died in the maze, and none of the few who successfully returned were recognized by the Ruinous Fire.

Thus, no one had claimed to be the “Last Hero” for over a decade. Even someone as strong as Godwin Lopez didn’t rush directly to the Pope but took a more low-key path—the leader of Horizon obtained permission to enter the maze from Clementine Academy.

“So, Jesse, even if you know that you’re likely to lose your life, and the Ruinous Fire has nothing to do with the prophecy, do you still want to try?”

“Of course.” Jesse Dylan smiled brightly. “Please give us permission to… Yes. We. I’m going with Adri.”

Adrian stared deeply into those blue eyes and, in the end, didn’t object.

They had an agreement. If Dylan wasn’t so shameless as to deny things, he could have asked the other party’s motives after leaving here. That weird guy definitely had something planned. When those blue eyes swept over, the overflowing teasing and pride almost spilled out.

Adrian sighed softly, turned his face, and nodded in the direction of the Pope.

At the same time, the ceremony hall inside Clementine Academy was still lively.

In fact, Oliver only said a sentence before he went for the kiss.

“Do you trust me?” His expression was very serious.

Nemo almost immediately recalled the familiarity of this sentence. He once asked Oliver about it, right after the battle between the Bluebirds and Vincent Town, so he happily gave Oliver an answer then.

“Of course,” Nemo replied.

Oliver smiled slightly. He leaned down, held the back of Nemo’s head with his right hand, and gave a deep and firm kiss.

Nemo could feel his body tighten in an instant because of the shock, but he didn’t push Oliver away. After the brief surprise, he deepened the kiss very cooperatively.

“Care to explain?” After the long kiss, Nemo poked the buttercream cake on his plate. “…The chestnut cake over there tastes pretty good. I hope you can bring a small piece directly next time. Don’t use such a roundabout way.”

Hayden, who was sitting next to Nemo, stared wide-eyed, while other women chose to turn their faces and pretend to have seen nothing. The logistics major who had been paying attention to them made a series of whooing sounds. In addition, not many people had noticed. There were a lot of people walking back and forth greeting each other, so the hall was no longer in full view. A few combat majors didn’t bother to pay much attention their way.

“A lot of people are talking about you,” Oliver said as he rubbed his reddened ears. His breathing came in gasps. “I can hear it now. They thought you were here…”

“To try to climb into someone’s bed.” Nemo was expressionless. “I heard them, Ollie.”

“So I decided to reduce some of the trouble and save many people from coming over to your side to find trouble.”

“Are you worried about me?” Nemo raised his eyebrows.

“…Uh, actually, I’m more worried about the ones looking for trouble.” Oliver coughed dryly. “If a nobleman from the combat major came to your door, would you pretend to flatter in order to avoid conflict?”

Nemo imagined for a few seconds and shook his head sincerely.

“And I don’t want to see others having fun with you.” Oliver shrugged and took a bite of the buttercream cake on Nemo’s fork. “Seriously, you have been noticed by some people. If that cheap cousin of mine really finds out, with his temperament…”

Oliver tensed his face and forked himself another piece of the buttercream cake. “…Rumors of a couple like this… would help dispel his suspicion. Well, that’s what I think. Any other questions?”

“Yes,” Nemo pointed out solemnly. “You ate all my cake.”

Oliver chuckled a few times, raised his left hand that he had been hiding with, and pushed a plate of chestnut cake that had a small bite in front of Nemo.

“No need to wait another time. I brought it now,” he whispered. “Try it. It’s much tastier than yours.”


The author has something to say:

A shiny old Pope.

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…Writing makes me want to eat chestnut cakes and shed tears in the middle of the night…


Kinky Thoughts:

Why does this cake taste like dog food?


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Stray Ch152

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 152: Three Chapters of the Covenant

The waiting room of Clementine Cathedral had excellent lighting. The afternoon sun illuminated the white and smooth statues inside, and the gilded brilliance rolled across the gleaming floor. The breeze blowing in from the window seemed to be stained with champagne gold, warm and soft. From a human point of view, the aesthetics of the Laddism Church were good—they weren’t sure if it was at the Pope’s behest, but the waiting room didn’t exude much luxury or religious intimidation but had a rather sense of warmth and comfort.

Jesse leaned his neck back. His long, soft golden hair rubbed against the back cushion of the armchair. He raised his eyebrows high and looked directly into the dark brown eyes above him.

Adrian Cross rarely smiled. Except for the occasional frown, he hardly showed other expressions. If one insisted on finding emotions that belong to normal humans, one could only chisel a little bit from the depths of those eyes.

But Jesse knew that the other party was serious this time.

So he also withdrew his joking intention and made a “go ahead” expression. “Hm?”

Adrian Cross, indeed, wasn’t happy. Dylan had always acted absurdly, and he himself had no reputation at all. To be honest, Adrian didn’t really care about reputation, so he could acquiesce to Dylan’s nonsense in front of the Knights of Judgment.

But the Pope was different.

Even if he looked at it from his own perspective, Pope Dawn Quinn was a very respectable elder. Lord Quinn was old, and Dylan was prone to making a few blasphemous remarks; to say he was unconcerned was an understatement. In case this thing in exquisite human skin made the Pope angry, he really would have no face to face his faith.

He was determined to talk to the other party. After all, from another perspective…

“I don’t hate you, Mr. Dylan.”

Those frozen lake-like blue eyes widened slightly, and Jesse Dylan maintained his posture of raising his head with an expression that was half polite doubt and half “this was long overdue”. “To be honest, I’m a little surprise—”

“Although I’m not sure why you behave like this,” Adrian ignored the other party’s sticky tone and continued bluntly, “haven’t you been secretly assisting Mr. Ramon and the others since we first met?”

“If you hadn’t forcibly involved Mr. Ramon in the incident in Vincent Town at that time, it’s estimated that they wouldn’t have been able to save the Bluebirds and the townspeople. Including the matter of guiding them to the forbidden land… If I’m not mistaken, you have planned everything in advance.”

“Caleb Village was also the information you gave, and if we were even a day late, Ms. Nadine would be dead. It was you who made the earthsea orchid bloom again, wasn’t it?”

And when you were in the Abyssal Church, you purposefully threw the sacrifices to the wrong sects, causing the Preceptor Bishop to detour to Kenyatta—as a result, they were unable to pursue Mr. Virgil and Colestoro in time, and we happened to hear information about Mr. Ramon’s whereabouts from them. Isn’t this a bit too coincidental?”

Adrian’s well-knotted hands were pressed on both sides of the armchair. His wheat-colored skin didn’t match the red velvet. There was still no expression on his face. His eyes were equally calm, and his tone was steady, as if he was praying.

“…And this time. You did it very obviously. Your plan allowed Mr. Light to leave in time, and even took the fall for him—of course, if this is counted as a crime.”

“You can obviously get along more amicably with other people, so why deliberately behave like this?”

The blond young man grinned. His tone was so gentle that it was creepy. “Mr. Ramon and Ms. Savage are both simple and straightforward types. I don’t want them to fall into chaos. Is it that hard to understand?”

It was another vague answer. Adrian couldn’t help but frown again. Jesse Dylan shrank slightly in the armchair, looking almost innocent. “…You didn’t deny the part of helping.”

“You are complimenting me, so how can I deny it?”

“Then I’ll change my question.” Adrian stared at the beautiful face tightly, trying to find traces of lies. “Why do you want my faith to be shaken so much? My faith should have nothing to do with you.”

“You’re taking this too seriously.” Those clear blue eyes suddenly narrowed. “It’s not as serious as I want it to waver, but I just hope you think a little more about it.”

“Why?” Adrian lowered his body and moved his face closer.

“Do you need a reason to care?” Jesse leaned forward cooperatively, and the tips of their noses almost collided. He took a deliberate breath, and their breathing became ambiguously intertwined. “After all, I’ve never seen someone like you. It’s very interesting.”

“If all your actions are to sway me,” Adrian said softly, “I suggest you stop. I said that my love for Zenni is not such a superficial thing—and you don’t ‘love’ me. That’s also equally clear.”

The arc of the corner of Jesse’s mouth instantly widened, and he raised his hand and put it directly on the neck of the former knight. “Oh, your stubborn look is so cute… Then tell me, what exactly is ‘love’?”

“I don’t think you want to hear me recite the dogma,” Adrian snorted softly. “In simple terms, I think it is one of the most precious feelings in the world. I don’t understand the love of others, but as far as I feel—I believe that God does exist in the world and yes, I don’t think he has an obligation to save anyone.”

Adrian only felt that his throat was a little dry, “But there were so many moments when the world was like a snow-covered swamp. It was destined to become muddy and messy, but the moment the snow stopped, it was clean. I… love that kind of world.”

The moment the snow stopped, it was a miraculous moment in the chaos. In that piece of pure whiteness, after a series of coincidences, there was always an unlikely salvation of people who were thus saved. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part, but these coincidences and devotion to the light did support him, so that his heart would not dry up so quickly. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to believe that a miraculous creature existed in the world and watched over it. Although indifferent, at least it was watching.

And occasionally it would stretch out its hands.

Adrian didn’t know if he was the beneficiary of this hand. Perhaps he shouldn’t have seen things too clearly. All kinds of helplessness and anger in the world have long turned into numbness. He couldn’t do anything else but keep moving forward. This little faith and persistence, perhaps, was his last treasure.

He was willing to call it “love”.

And his only listener was silent for a moment. His expression blanked for a few seconds.

“Now that you understand… Not so long ago, you said to me, ‘Don’t reject the love of others’.” After a few minutes of silence, the beautiful face got closer, and the cheeks of the two almost rubbed together. Adrian stood still while the blond young man rubbed forward. His mouth pressed to the other man’s ear, spouting hot and humid breath. “You’re really a better liar than me.”

After that, he let go of his hand and leaned back on the soft and comfortable armchair again.

“Thank you for your attention to me. I’m really flattered—and I’m also watching you.” Jesse Dylan played with his long blond hair with his fingertips. “Never eat more or less what you can eat, regardless of the taste of the food. All decisions are always rational first, not showing a hint of weakness… or rather, not showing any bit of humanity. Even if you take your own life, even if the object is a companion who you get along with day and night. Mr. Light should be grateful that you have enough brains. If you were a little more stupid, it’s estimated that he would have been sent to the gallows a long time ago.”

“At this point, I’m more human than you.” The blond young man chuckled a few times. “Being such a person, you have the audacity to say ‘falling in love with others’ from that mouth of yours. Oh god, this is hilarious… Have you ever thought about it?”

“What?” Adrian’s expression was unreadable. He just frowned, and his dark brown eyes looked like two deep wells.

“To fall passionately in love with another person, to feel enthusiasm, sweetness, and satisfaction… As well as inferiority, jealousy, and exclusivity. Love is not such a pure thing, darling Adri. Don’t get hooked on books.” Jesse approached again, with his blue eyes shining brightly. “For me, interest is enough to be called ‘love’. For you, ‘love’ is nothing more than awe.”

“I’m not trying to nitpick words with you here. What I’m trying to say is—”

“Have you ever thought about spending your life with someone? Have you ever experienced the feeling of skin-on-skin contact with another? …Even in a dream, in the most unconscious moment?”

Adrian was silent.

“You have no intention of falling in love with anyone at all. I recognize these eyes. You just want to atone for your sins.” Jesse stretched out his hands and held the knight’s cheeks. “When did this idea start? Let me think… Dear Sir Knight, was it when you executed your first old man? Or when you executed the first child?”

“Enough,” Adrian sank his voice, and for the first time, there was some anger in his tone.

“Alright, alright.” Jesse rubbed his face. “I know what you want to say. Behave yourself in front of the Pope… and behave like a naïve law-abiding citizen. I can do it. Of course, I can. And then, what reward will you give me?”

Adrian was momentarily caught up in the question. He hadn’t thought the other side would agree so readily.

Jesse laughed outright this time.

“I changed my mind,” he said in a soft tone that sounded nasally. “Don’t worry. Since we’re both a little interested in each other, I’ll be a good gentleman. How about I court you in a dignified manner. What do you think? I really want to see this face show a human expression. Please.”

“You’re free to do as you wish.” Adrian let out a long sigh.

“Then let’s start by getting along amicably—”

“…If you insist on ‘getting along amicably’, I think we’d better have an agreement first, sir,” the former knight commander added stiffly.

“Let’s hear it,” Jesse retracted his hands and coughed.

“First, don’t mention anything about faith in front of me anymore.” Adrian stared at the person calmly. “Second, at least when we communicate, I hope you will be more straightforward and not say things half-assed. Third…”

He hesitated for a few seconds. “…Please stop calling me ‘darling Adri’.”

“Pfft,” Jesse laughed shamelessly. “Okay, no problem. I promise you… But it’s not fair for you to make a request one-sidedly, right? Do I also get three opportunities as well?”

Adrian narrowed his eyes. He intuitively felt that the party didn’t have good intentions, but for the sake of fairness, he nodded hesitantly.

“I know our Knight Commander occasionally lies.” Jesse’s expression was rarely serious. “How about not lying to me?”

“Okay.”

“I’m not sure about the third, but I’m thinking about the second—Just to be clear, you can say no. I don’t like to make things difficult for people in this regard.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you want to spend a night with me?” Jesse stretched out his fingers. His fingers slid down Adrian’s lower lip and brushed against his chin, then stayed at his throat, which was wrapped in the tight collar of his uniform. “You have such contempt for lust. I’m very curious…” he said in a meaningful, drawn-out voice. “You see, we’re both adults and we happen to be concerned about each other. If you’re willing—”

“I’m not interested in you.” The knight’s expression remained motionless.

“…You’re really hurtful. Why not give it a try? How about withdrawing a request from your side as well? I think the third one is quite unnecessary—”

“But I accept it.”

The smile on Jesse’s face froze for a moment, then instead of deepening, it faded a bit. He stared intently into the other person’s eyes and raised his eyebrows higher. “I’m going to take it seriously.”

“I just promised you so I wouldn’t break my promise so soon.”

“Oh.” Jesse stood up from the armchair. This time, he didn’t have a half-hearted tease on his face. As the other party suddenly got up, Adrian subconsciously took a few steps back. Jesse was very close to him in size, and this time his gaze, instead of looking down, was on an equal level.

“If this is one of your self-destructive manifestations,” Jesse’s voice was soft, “You’ll absolutely… regret it, very, very much.”


The author has something to say:

Yes, the side-CP will roll in bed sheets first before falling in love.

There is indeed a deliberate factor in Jesse’s annoyance XD

I think some little cuties have already guessed who he is (?)


Kinky Thoughts:

Oh god. I need more of this. Taking bets; who’s the gong and who’s the shou? I prefer Adrian to be the shou, but if they vers that’s a’okay with me!


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Stray Ch151

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 151: Prejudice

The result came out faster than they thought.

At noon the next day, after the test was completed, the two Black Chapters who planned to infiltrate the school stood in front of the gate of the Royal Military Academy of Clementine again. It was just that this time it wasn’t to participate in a test but to officially enroll.

Clementine Academy would provide all the basic daily necessities, but it didn’t exclude students from bringing their own personal belongings. Several young people who looked like nobles even used carriages to transport carts full of personal belongings into the high walls in an orderly manner. Even civilian students often carried more than three suitcases. After all, once enrolled in school, students were strictly restricted from going out. For ordinary students, what they could bring in at this moment was all they had access to for this year. If there were any missing items, the rest could only be purchased within the academy.

Nemo looked at the extremely smooth, manicured lawn in front of him. In the center was a huge and exquisite statue of Zenni that gleamed under the sun, making his eyes dizzy. He now understood why commoners brought their bags inside—the items at the academy weren’t ridiculously expensive, but their quality wasn’t low either. For aristocratic children, it may be considered good quality but low priced, but to an average person, it was an unnecessary expense.

The two Black Chapters, who only planned to lurk for a few dozen days, didn’t really bring any necessary belongings. Oliver made a waterproof canvas bag and stuffed it with his transformed armor, while the ukulele that Nemo gave him was carried on his back. Nemo was carrying a simple backpack and a gray parrot that looked like a fainted chicken.

Ann only prepared two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes for them.

“Clementine will send you professional uniforms,” The female warrior was rubbing an unknown potion on her head while she muttered. “This is for you to use when you sneak out. Don’t use it indiscriminately.”

Most of the reward they got from Randy and Mora was used to pay for their one-year tuition. Naturally, they wouldn’t get a penny back after they ran away. When he found out about the news, Nemo’s mind became numb.

“New students, please go this way.” A middle-aged lady in a gray-blue robe with a warm smile on her round face greeted them. “Did you bring the bronze medal that was issued to you in your name during the exam? Very good. Your dorm area and room number should appear on the back. The entrance is over there. You’d better move fast, boys. There’ll be a ceremony at lunchtime, near noon. You’ll have one hour to unpack and change into your uniforms.”

The accommodation for the logistics major and the nursing major were adjacent. The two quickly found their respective rooms. They weren’t sure if the rooms were divided into parishes or majors, but their rooms happened to be on opposite sides of the same hallways with their doors facing each other.

This wasn’t because of how close the relationship between the two majors was, as Nemo quickly noticed the reason…

The male dormitory area only had one dorm for nursing majors. The nursing and logistics students were the weakest groups in terms of combat power, so the college probably did this to avoid unnecessary conflicts between students.

After inserting the bronze medal into their doors, the two of them unlocked their rooms almost at the same time.

Nemo opened the door and glanced in, closed it in disbelief, then took a step back and directly bumped into Oliver, who was also retreating. Oliver’s ukulele bumped into him, causing a low sound of strings to hum.

The two glanced at each other and, at the same time, found horror on each other’s faces.

They had never seen such a high-end… residence.

Nemo stayed in a nice inn when he was in Hailem, the capital of Garland. He once thought that was the limit he could imagine in his life. It turned out that Clementine Academy’s primary goal was not a for-profit educational institution, as he could clearly see where those huge tuition fees were being used.

The heavy carved wooden door was embedded with a nameplate. Nemo took a deep breath and glanced at the names on it. There were only two. It seemed that this was a double-dorm system.

The sound of the door switching again came from behind as Oliver made a second attempt. Nemo shook his hand and pressed down on the doorknob again…

He couldn’t see the entire room with just a glance. It wasn’t so much a room as two semi-enclosed rooms put together. As far as he could see, this part was already wider than all the bedrooms he had ever seen.

A four-column bed was hung with exquisite and thick curtains, and at the feet of the bed was a small, upholstered sofa that had soft cushions. A little further away from the door—the floor facing the window at the head of the bed was covered with thick carpets, and there was a trace of sunlight behind the dark curtains. The room as a whole was dark. Compared to the little light that came in, the floating magic lamp was obviously the real light source.

And it was daytime right now.

There were wide desks and bookcases on the carpet. Heavy books were neatly packed in the bookcases, and the backrests of the armchairs were bulging. All kinds of ink, quill pens, and parchment paper were placed on one side of the desk, and a letter was laid in the center.

There was a simple partition composed of decorations and a wardrobe in the middle of the room. Nemo subconsciously sensed that there was no one on the other side—perhaps his roommate had already unpacked and had gone to the hall to prepare for the ceremony.

There wasn’t much time left, and he didn’t want to use being late to attract everyone’s attention on the first day of admission. Nemo swallowed, threw the parrot on the desk, and quickly opened the closet.

Then his face turned blue.

At the same time, opposite of the nursing dorm.

Oliver was no less shocked than Nemo. Fortunately, when he was working at the inn, he had received nobles, so his speed of adaptation was quite fast.

Without hesitation, he put on the armor and ukulele by the armchair and strode towards the wardrobe. There was no aura of others in this room. Although he couldn’t tell the reason for this feeling, Oliver was extremely confident in his judgment.

There was nothing special about the logistics uniform. It was basically a dark gray stand-up collar uniform, with the emblem of Clementine Academy embroidered with silver thread on the left arm. A basic defensive array was embroidered at the heart of the lining, and there was nothing else.

Oliver changed into his uniform neatly and pinned the bronze medal with his name on his lapel. He didn’t dare use the mist to give himself a cleansing spell, so he could only hope that the ceremony would end early, so he would at least have time to take a bath.

Ironically, he stared at his strange self in the mirror in a daze. The soft and comfortable fabric wrapped around him replaced his linen clothes, which were light and fast as if they didn’t exist. He was dressed in young people’s clothes, but his eyes were slightly gray and no longer belonged to this age.

He was now standing at the top of a group of residences in Alban, while not so long ago, he was still struggling in hell on earth. Oliver gave a wry smile and fastened all his buttons at his neckline and cuffs to firmly cover the scars on his skin.

He didn’t like this calmness. Honestly, Oliver hoped that his heart could beat faster simply because of this freshness, rather than calm down quickly, like a numb warrior on the battlefield.

“Nemo?” He closed the door behind him, and when he looked up, he saw his lover’s pseudonym on the nameplate at the door. Oliver rubbed his fingers on the letters of “Nemo Murkos”, then knocked lightly on the door. “Are you ready?”

The heavy wooden door slammed open, and the door shaft gave out a squeaky scream.

Nemo pulled his face and tugged at the neckline with his fingers. That unhappiness dissipated a little when he saw Oliver’s uniform.

“Don’t laugh, Ollie.” He lowered his voice. “If you dare to laugh out loud—”

Oliver let out a sigh, and for the first time he felt that his head was spinning. Oliver thought dazedly that, considering Nemo’s identity, he should probably laugh, but on the other hand, he unexpectedly felt good seeing Nemo like this.

Nemo had always worn a looser style, and this was the first time Oliver had seen Nemo wearing this type of clothing.

There were almost no men who majored in nursing in Alban. Considering the convenience of action on the battlefield, nursing uniforms were still based on practicality. It was just that nursing uniforms tend to be more unisex than the rest of the male uniforms that emphasized the hard lines of masculinity.

He guessed that Clementine Academy didn’t bother to design more than one set.

There was nothing to say about the white trousers and long boots, but the white uniform top was equipped with a jacket with a drawstring waist, which almost pressed the clothes tightly around the waist. A few sturdy thin belts were adorned with metal buckles that seemed to be equipped with all kinds of nursing appliances. The cuffs were also very tight, almost tying up his entire forearm. This close-fitting design was probably to avoid the clothes from touching wounds.

If such a uniform was worn on a woman, it would probably be considered valiant and beautiful, but Nemo’s body shape wasn’t the same as a woman’s. His muscles were smooth and exquisite, his waist was thin but strong, and his physique was much sturdier than that of ordinary young people, so it was a strange match…

Oliver looked away and coughed a few times as his face turned a little red. After thinking about the other party’s decency for a second, he decided not to say what was in his heart. He turned his head and, making sure there was no one around, he quickly kissed the corner of Nemo’s mouth.

“Let’s go.” After loosening Nemo’s shoulder, Oliver raised his eyebrows, and the gloomy emotions in his heart dissipated a little.

The situation was worse than they thought. When the two arrived in the lobby, this cold thought crossed Nemo’s mind. It was impossible for him to keep a completely low profile.

The seats were divided according to profession, and this time the two had to separate briefly. The area where the nursing majors were located was extremely easy to find. A dazzling sea of white, but most of them were women. The freshmen sat uniformly on one side of the table, and only one person sat alone in the corner, looking like a sheep who had lost its flock from a distance.

Nemo sat by himself where the lonely sheep became two.

Countless glances pierced his face instantly. The owners of these glances, regardless of whether they were men or women, were probably divided into two categories. One was contempt, and the other was first admiration, then contempt.

“Hayden Wilhelm?” Nemo recalled the name on the nameplate outside the dormitory and stretched out a hand.

“You… Uh, you are Nemo Mur—ko…”

“Just call me Nemo or White, Mr. Wilhelm.” Nemo ignored the stares and interrupted the other party bluntly. His new roommate obviously didn’t have much resistance. The thin young man buried his head even lower. “May I call you Hayden?”

Hayden didn’t shake his hand. He was about to shove his entire head under the table, as if there was some hidden treasure there.

“Oh, oh. Yes,” the thin young man responded dryly. “Then I too… Uh, Nemo.”

Nemo nodded, skillfully ignoring the sights from all directions. In theory, he was the biggest enemy of surface creatures—it wasn’t the sight of fear, but just contempt for his profession, so he didn’t care too much about it. He was only worried about one thing. Although the possibility wasn’t high, it was best not to have anyone recognize him.

His roommate was obviously a very distinct person. Throughout the ceremony, the thin young man acted like an ostrich wholeheartedly. After being warned once by the school staff that was walking around, Hayden no longer tried to stuff his head into the bottom of the table but buried his face in his dinner plate. This attracted a new wave of attention to them, as people kept looking in their direction, then whispered.

Nemo almost snapped his fork in half. He really didn’t want any more attention.

“Hayden.” Nemo poked his ostrich-like new roommate. He thought seriously that this was simply a miracle. They had been sitting here for almost two hours, and he didn’t even know what the other party looked like. “You can start eating.”

His new roommate finally raised his head.

It was an ordinary face. Hayden Wilhelm was very thin and small, and he probably didn’t reach more than 1.7 meters. His khaki hair was curled badly, and his face was full of freckles. His eyes were big, but they weren’t the kind of big eyes that made people comfortable—they made him look more neurotic than anything.

He glanced at Nemo quickly. Nemo could feel the gaze on his face for a while, but then it became complicated.

“Oh,” Hayden whispered. “Thanks, Ne… White.”

Nemo thought the other party’s attitude was a bit weird. The food in front of him at this moment was the best thing he had ever eaten in his life, so he decided not to think about it.

Oliver also noticed something was wrong. Compared with the weird atmosphere on Nemo’s side, the atmosphere on the logistics side was obviously much better. There were no women in logistics, and the conversations were civilian in origin, so everyone soon warmed up.

“Oh, it’s amazing this time. There are two male nurses.” The freshman on Oliver’s left laughed. “Do you want to make a bet? Guess how long they will last?”

Oliver inserted the silver spoon into the chestnut cake in front of him while his face remained calm.

“What an evil to come out.” The one who answered frowned tightly with disdain on his face. “I know that little guy, Wilhelm. His family is in the spice business with us, and he’s rich as hell—he’s a sick man. He plays with women, gambles on horse racing, and does all these crooked things. If you have to squeeze into a pile of Clementine women, it’s definitely because there’s something wrong with your head.”

“Maybe he has a crush on a girl? But with that look, there aren’t many girls shorter than him, right?”

Oliver’s brows frowned slightly. The chestnut cake was delicious, but he was vaguely unhappy.

“Anyway, sooner or later he’ll transfer to another major. You see, there are no men in the senior nursing program. Anyway, his family has a lot of money. This is just him fooling around. Master Wilhelm won’t let his precious little son learn this kind of sissy thing.”

“What about that pale boy next to him?”

“I saw him once during the test. I think he’s a civilian. I don’t think he has much ability. He’s probably relying on his looks to hook up with an aristocrat here… There are many good ones.”

Oliver exhaled, put down the spoon, and was just about to speak…

“Shut up.” Throughout the ceremony, the tall young man sitting on Oliver’s right remained silent, and now he finally spoke. “Everyone who could get in here is capable. Don’t say that.”

“If you still treat yourself as a man, would you go into that kind of major?” The one on the left was obviously not convinced and did not flinch in front of the opponent’s strong body. “Forget Wilhelm, with his thin arms and legs he probably couldn’t even lift a bucket of water. That guy looks very strong, so I don’t believe he couldn’t pass the logistics exam.”

“Maybe he has other plans,” the burly young man replied quietly.

“Look at that face… I reserve my opinion. Do you want to place a bet? Since you trust him so much, how about one day when that guy really climbs into the bed of some aristocrat, you’ll give me a gold coin?”

“You—”

“Make the bet,” Oliver patted the burly young man on the back. “Trust me, I’m on your side, brother.”

The burly young man frowned and stared at Oliver suspiciously. Oliver sighed. He put down the spoon and stood up, patting the little cake residue off the hem of his uniform, then left the table.

There were lots of people walking around now, and his movements weren’t conspicuous, but what he did next was truly eye-catching…

The freshman in logistics watched as their new classmates approached the nursing long table, said a few words to the excellent-looking male nurse, then kissed him very naturally.

While in Clementine Cathedral not far away, Jesse Dylan yawned.

“Still not ready?” The waiting room was warm. The blond young man sounded sleepy and sank into the wide armchair. “Ah… I know the Pope is very busy, but I’m also very busy. There’s a big fuss, I’m dying to watch!”

“You still need to wait for three hours.” The Knight of Judgment on one side of the entourage raised his brows. “Also, this is the one hundred and eighty-seventh time you’ve asked.”

“We’ve been waiting for over two hours.” Jesse yawned again. “It’s just human nature, do understand.”

The Knight of Judgment seemed to want to draw his sword, but he bravely held back.

“Sir, stand down.” Adrian’s tone was flat. “Since there’s plenty of time, I want to talk to my teammate alone.”

“Cross… Cross, I must—”

“You should know that he’s not someone you can match.” The former Knight of Judgment pointed out mercilessly. “Please stand down.”

Jesse suddenly became energetic.

“You want to be with me!” he yelled in surprise. “Oh my god. Do you want to… Oh, this kind of place is also very exciting, or we can—”

The Knight of Judgment guarding them retreated, leaving Jesse with dozens of glares like knives. Jesse pulled on his collar, and as soon as he was about to jump out of the armchair, he was firmly pressed back by one hand.

“Before we meet the Pope, we need to talk, Mr. Dylan.” Adrian supported the handles of the armchair with both his hands, looking down at the beautiful young man in the chair. “It’s time for this farce to end.”


The author has something to say:

Oliver: Just came out of the Withered Castle. All conflicts pale in comparison.

Nemo: Think about who he is and looks down on all conflicts.

……Like two old people (×


Kinky Thoughts:

Ann’s thoughts are probably: You’re supposed to maintain a low profile! After seeing what Oliver did.


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Stray Ch150

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 150: The Only Relative Left

The written test was much more complicated than Nemo thought.

The written test was preceded by an identity verification. It turned out that Jesse Dylan did have some uses—the letter of introduction was verified and inspected more than a dozen times by various means, and the inspector even contacted the bishop who signed it himself. Before getting the “pass” answer, the two of them were sweating bullets and almost sheepishly began to plan their escape.

The next day, they were truly qualified to participate in the written exam. Participants weren’t allowed to bring any items. Even the ink and quill pens were prepared by Clementine Academy itself.

Nemo stared at his pseudonym “Nemo Murkos White” above his seat and felt nervous for the first time.

If anything, Nemo guessed that it would take a lot of time to remember such an unlucky name. This was completely Ann’s idea…

“No one can remember such a long name, and it wouldn’t seem suspicious for Oliver to call you ‘Nemo’.” The female warrior patted him on the shoulder and suggested sincerely. “As for Oliver… The name ‘Oliver’ shouldn’t matter. After all, in a place like Alban, there’s at least one Oliver among ten men, and if you’re lucky, there’ll be at least two here. For your last name, we’ll have to choose one that both of you can respond to… Well, since our captain likes bones so much…” She glanced at the skeleton helmet and the Rest in Peace.

Oliver sadly became “Oliver Borne”.

Right now, Oliver was sitting not far from him, biting the end of the quill pen with his lips. His expression was a little empty. Nemo actually felt a little relieved, even though their current situation wasn’t easy. The plan to enter the Clementine Academy still allowed Oliver to revert back to how he used to be.

The young people who came to participate in the written test sat down in the lobby. Nemo glanced around roughly. The people around him were dressed in ordinary clothes. Half of the bright and shiny young people couldn’t be seen at the moment. He surmised this was the examination room provided for commoners.

Mixing into this pure peace had some effects on him as well. The feeling of being overwhelmed by reality and unable to breathe was much lighter. Looking at those “peers” with pure breath and no scars, he occasionally forgot his true identity.

But when the exam papers were sent out, this ease was instantly shattered. Nemo only thought a few sheets of paper would be sent out, but now a book was resting in front of him.

…This wasn’t the written test that he was aware of.

Nemo did receive an orthodox education and even learned well, but Roadside Town was just a small town. At first, he only wanted to die in that town by the border. Like most ordinary townspeople in small towns, after learning the basics, Nemo decisively gave up the idea of continuing his studies. The truth was, according to the level of poverty in the Light Orphanage at that time, even if there were extra funds, they were reluctant to carry out the most basic education. Old Patrick fought for his life to be able to provide for so many…

Nemo, who had not been taken away by any mercenary groups, took on the task of saving money. As the oldest one, when he came back from school every day, he had to repeat the course to the group of little kids who couldn’t even wipe their noses clean. They saved a lot of money this way; at least the children of the Light Orphanage were literate.

Many people gave up from the beginning.

Geniuses were in the minority, and most families knew that their children wouldn’t go far. Although nobles everywhere would subsidize a little education, it was better to simply save this expense and add more meat to the table. As long as it wasn’t too poor, the school in town could provide the simplest of education, but if they wanted to continue, not only were educational institutions limited, but the tuition fees required would also sharply rise.

Once the basics were learned, only businessmen with small savings and well-off families could afford their children to continue studying. Those who were richer would send their heirs to private schools from the start. As for an institution of higher learning at the level of the Royal Military Academy of Clementine, there were only two ways to enter.

Either pay the tuition yourself—generally speaking, only nobles and wealthy businessmen could afford this. The families of ordinary townspeople couldn’t save enough money for a single year’s tuition, let alone for the entire major program in their lifetime.

Or accept funding. Many lords or bishops would find gifted children in their own areas, fund them, and incorporate them under their command. Even if they had low combat or magic ability, if their mind was clear enough, they could try to apply for a special grant from Clementine Academy. Although only people who majored in auxiliary had subsidies, once they entered Clementine Academy, they had the opportunity to reach out to their peers from the upper echelon of society…

The best result was to form relationships with certain families or major tycoons, obtain funding, and become vassals for their descendants. If one was lucky enough, they may be able to get a good reward or get a decent enough official position in a prosperous city.

This was the limit that civilians could reach, and a person who could reach the end could be said to be one in ten thousand.

At the beginning, he didn’t seem to have any magic capabilities, and he was carrying the lives and futures of a lot of little kids on his shoulders. Nemo never thought about doing whatever it took to get money to continue studying and gambling on luck.

And now, as the source of abyssal magic, the Demon King at the bottom of the Abyss, the thought had never returned to his mind.

Nemo opened the book used for testing with a bitter face and was relieved to find that there was a catalog in it. There were a lot of instructions on the title page. In general, the time was limited to one afternoon, and the papers were allowed to be submitted in advance so he could answer everything he wanted.

The combatant part probably included contents such as combat magic, analysis and application of combat techniques, command and tactics, and the like. Nemo simply glanced at the long list of catalogs, decided to skip it, and turned directly to the auxiliary personnel section. He wasn’t here to show off his reserve knowledge, so he should keep a low profile.

He glanced at the page number and skipped most of the book.

The remaining catalogs were slightly shorter—the practical application of healing magic, battlefield logistics instructions, nursing basics, research on the theory of surface and abyssal magic, and the pathology of surface and abyssal magic.

Nemo’s movements paused for a moment. Then he quickly opened the “nursing basics” section by page number and wrote quickly, answering all the questions in almost half an hour.

Then he hesitated for a while and finally opened the part to the pathology of surface and abyssal magic. He knew he shouldn’t do superfluous things, but he deeply cared about what Telaranea mentioned in the Withered Castle…

[No wonder Ramon was able to dissolve the Trent Plague curse.]

It was this year that Oliver received his own strength, and at that time, he didn’t look like he was being eroded by a curse. According to the information he got in the Church of Silence, the Trent Plague had been gone for hundreds of years—the curse was extremely fierce. Once a patient was ill, 100% of them wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone jump like Oliver.

Although Oliver was completely fine now, Nemo couldn’t leave this strange thing behind.

He pondered for a moment and finally dipped the nib of the pen into the ink bottle and began to answer questions.

“I’m done.” After sunset, they were finally released from the examination room. Oliver wiped his face and glanced at Nemo several times before he got some wonderful comfort from the identity of the other person. “I hope I can pass… How about you?”

“I did okay,” Nemo replied vaguely, patting Oliver on the shoulder. “There’s only the aptitude test in the evening. Don’t be too frustrated… As long as we don’t expose ourselves, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

Anyway, they must score at the bottom on the aptitude test.

They weren’t allowed to eat before the aptitude test. However, compared to the slightly exaggerated written test, the aptitude test itself wasn’t shocking. Of course, it may be because they only participated in the first half.

Nemo easily sealed off all the power in his body and passed the test without any risk. Oliver’s side was a bit unusual…

His lover seemed to want to suppress his ability to a very low level and make himself look more “ordinary”, but the response from the crystal cube was a clean zero.

Whether it was a mage or a warrior, Clementine Academy stipulated that a certain magic power limit be reached. Therefore, after confirming their physical health, they must leave with other people with low abilities and could no longer participate in deeper combat aptitude tests.

“From the results, there shouldn’t be a problem.” Ann had changed into a dress now. She was no longer wearing strong leather armor, and for the first time, she had changed into loose ordinary clothing. The female warrior stood guard in the alley near Clementine Academy and tossed them two hot bread rolls.

The one she tossed to Nemo, she put into his mouth herself.

“But our magic is too low. Isn’t this too conspicuous?” Oliver broke the bread roll apart worriedly, staring at the mustard sauce squeezed on the meat. “One is fine, but if Nemo and I are the same…”

“No.” Ann waved her hand. “Although Clementine has money, they wouldn’t take out such a sophisticated item just for you to play with. Those with too low magic will all be classified as zero. Don’t pay attention to it too much. As long as Oliver doesn’t suddenly act stupid, there shouldn’t be a problem. As for Nemo, if even a superior demon can’t sneak into Clementine Academy, then humans truly don’t need to be worried at all.”

Oliver looked in Nemo’s direction without pause.

“What about the task? We have less than a month to complete another task.” Nemo hurriedly tried to change the subject.

“Clementine will have an outing, and we can take that time to complete one nearby. This can buy us another month.” Ann touched her chin. “However, this method can’t be used a second time. Otherwise, they’ll definitely find the connection. We can’t afford to give out any clues.”

At the same time, the old site of the Withered Castle.

The Gatekeepers had lost their department for conducting live research and training death row soldiers. Although all the researchers survived, the Gatekeepers were unable to rebuild a second Withered Castle in such a short time. All the data had been destroyed and the researchers were trapped in nightmares all night long. Not to mention continuing various research projects, it was difficult to solve the problem of those researchers themselves.

The death row prisoners were sent back to their home countries for retrial and sentencing. The weak prisoners had no intention of resisting, and many even showed a relieved smile.

Such a strange situation.

Horizon’s leader, Godwin Lopez, wrinkled his brows. His face was flat, and his fingers crushed the scorched soil, turning his face a little pale.

“I know I shouldn’t ask you to leave Clementine now, Commander, but this situation… You must take a look with your own eyes.”

A huge creepy crater was embedded in the ground. The original huge fortress was gone, not even leaving any ashes behind. Only a faint fire glowed at the bottom of the crater.

“Different.” Godwin’s tone didn’t fluctuate. “It’s different from previous times. I can feel it.”

After receiving the task, the first thing he did was to thoroughly investigate the trajectory of Tumbleweed. From the Black Chapter test, Hailem’s prison, Vincent’s Bluebird, and Caleb’s Witch, to the recent fall of the Church of Silence and the Withered Castle, Tumbleweed’s destructive behavior was rapidly upgrading.

In fact, since he met them in Caleb, he felt that something was wrong with his nominal cousin. His cousin seemed to have a subconscious alienation from the rules of this world. The Church of Silence struck the Abyssal Church, so no one was currently investigating it, so Godwin was able to barely ignore it.

But he couldn’t ignore the destruction of the Withered Castle.

Of course, he knew that many rules weren’t reasonable, but if the world was to operate as usual, it would inevitably cause necessary sacrifices. All “kindness” should be based on the well-being of mankind itself. The rest was just a stupid and useless excess of emotions. Godwin’s face was getting darker as he looked at the deep crater in front of him.

Horizon almost missed this clue. Oliver Ramon may have something to do with this incident in the Withered Castle, which the client specifically told them about. After all, as soon as the matter of the Withered Castle happened, the old guard in charge of contacting the Insular Court “died of illness” the very next day. It took him several days to collect countless confessions before he truly determined Oliver’s whereabouts.

The surviving researchers were in an extremely poor mental state and even had amnesia. The death row prisoners were also unable to provide any valuable clues. The researchers and death row prisoners all lost their memories of the attackers.

But one thing was certain: they all had abyssal magic fluctuations on their bodies.

And Oliver Ramon did escape from the army that rushed in immediately—cleanly from this catastrophe. Of the surviving prisoners, excluding those who were incompetent or too weak, there were few left. Oliver’s companion, Nemo Light, also happened to be involved with demons.

The evidence wasn’t sufficient, but Godwin had a faint premonition that all this was definitely related to his extremely powerful cousin. He didn’t know what Oliver had done; he only knew that his only remaining relative was probably still heading in the wrong direction…

The remaining power didn’t belong to any known system. It was cold and chaotic. Godwin was pretty sure that this wasn’t a derivative of surface magic. Perhaps on a physical level, the leader of Tumbleweed was still a human being… But if the master of this power was really him…

Then Oliver Ramon could be regarded as a monster in human skin; a new kind of “other creature”.

Tumbleweed was very smart. Except for the two who were left in the Clementine Cathedral, he didn’t know how the others got wind, but they had cleanly disappeared and left behind various traces that only confused them.

If he were to change this to someone else, Godwin would even feel excited at this moment. This was undoubtedly a worthy opponent. He hadn’t encountered a target such as this in a long time.

But at this moment, only cold anger and a vague tingling of disappointment were left in his heart.

That was his only remaining relative. Even if he didn’t have a good impression of Oliver Ramon himself, he at least hoped the other party would live well.

He had already killed his “only remaining relative” once before, and such a repeat was not interesting. With a sigh, Godwin quickly left the crater of the remains of the Withered Castle.

But that memory still caught up.

“That’s it, my son.” His father, Emanuel Lopez, gave him a cold hug soaked in blood. That abnormal dark purple liquid spewed out from the wound, quickly blackening the shiny armor of the Knight of Judgement. “That’s it—”

“If you find something wrong, take action immediately… You didn’t hesitate, very good.”

“Don’t cry. Tears are useless. It’s good that you didn’t cry.”

“No matter who the opponent is, as long as it threatens the peace and stability of the world, they will be killed… Even if it’s me. Very good.”

“…So I can rest assured that you must be the one in the prophecy. You must be, you must be, you must…”

Godwin stepped on the teleportation array and forcibly used the loud sound of the teleportation to get rid of the voice in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, the boisterous sound of people in Clementine filled his ears.

The residents of Clementine would not forget this event. ‘On the contrary,’ he thought, ‘it might count as some kind of small talk in taverns—’

Nine years ago, born in Alban, Emanuel Lopez, the commander of the Knights of Judgment, who believed in the old school of the Laddism Church, died of an acute illness. His son left Clementine and founded the Horizon mercenary group.

Such tepid news.


The author has something to say:

Horizon: Tumbleweed vandalism is escalating.

Tumbleweed: We’re obviously a HE squad _(;””∠)_

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Godwin: Oliver Ramon escaped beautifully from that catastrophe.

Oliver: …Actually, I was carried away. You should stop talking about it…


Kinky Thoughts:

It seems Godwin has a painful past as well.


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Stray Ch149

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 149. The Sword in the Ukulele

The night before enrollment.

Nemo tightened the pack on his back again as he carried a basket through the rift and stepped onto the grass with one foot. The rift in space behind him slowly closed, swallowing the roaring noises and brilliant lights on the other side.

The dilapidated carriage was now parked not far from Clementine.

In order to avoid more trouble, the three of them didn’t intend to risk entering the city in advance in order to sleep in a place with a roof. Over the past few days, everything that should be prepared was prepared. At some point Jesse had sent them a blue-winged bird. The tawdry bird flaunted its feathers and circled the sky ten times before dropping a copper letter box. If he didn’t feel the aura of that thing, Nemo would’ve thought Jesse had turned into it.

There were two letters inside the letter box. The paper was thick, printed with gorgeous dark lines, and the smell of incense with complex ingredients lasted a long time. The handwriting on the paper was beautiful and powerful, and the black ink would occasionally flash with fine gold. At the end of the letter was a signature and seal stamped by a dragon flying. The pattern of the seal was so extremely complicated that it could make one dizzy with just a cursory sweep of the eyes.

Nemo silently put away the letter with his pseudonym on it, trying to ignore Ann’s encouraging eyes.

He knew what Ann’s eyes meant. Nemo dutifully accepted the task of setting off smoke. In recent days, he had been busy leaving traces for Horizon in different cities to confuse their trail. In his free time after purchasing supplies, he took time to check on information about the nursing profession, so Nemo knew exactly what he was about to face. 99% of Alban’s nurses were women, and a male nurse was about as rare as finding a ladybug without spots.

The last thing he wanted now was more attention.

“Why can’t we go to logistics together?” When Ann finalized their major and planned to contact Jesse Dylan, Nemo didn’t fight against it.

“Unfortunately, the number of places that a parish can approve is limited. There’s only one place left for logistics and nursing. Or do you want to pretend to be a stranger from a different parish? Can you do it?”

“…No.”

“It’s useless. That would require letters of recommendation from two different bishops, and Dylan would probably curse you on the spot. Or is it that you’re biased against the nursing profession, hm?”

“No, I’m not! But wouldn’t this be too conspicuous? We’re trying to hide. If I…”

“There will be some trouble, but you won’t die. Lopez wouldn’t be interested in this kind of gossip.” Ann shrugged her shoulders and played with the communication crystal in her hand. “They want to recruit hundreds of people. Well, there will always be one or two men. Your luck will never be that bad. Or let Oliver go? But it’s too late to change now—”

“…I’ll go.” At that time, Nemo glanced at the mountains of books and sadly gave up protesting. Nursing required a lot of knowledge and was extremely complex. As a relatively normal human being, Oliver had almost zero chance of being able to memorize things skillfully in a short amount of time. If one of them was disqualified, it would put them in an awkward predicament.

After receiving the exact response, Jesse Dylan himself laughed for a good five minutes across the communication crystal. To be exact, Jesse was still laughing until Nemo forcibly interrupted the communication—He sounded as if he was slapping something while laughing until he was out of breath.

Nemo wiped his face and unpleasantly dragged himself out of the memory of the laughter. The broken carriage was right in front of him, with a warm feeling on it, while the fuller goat was leisurely gnawing on the grass next to it. It was just that when he opened the curtains of the carriage, the warm atmosphere disappeared instantly, and the air was bitterly cold like winter.

The aura emanated from Ann. She clenched the spear that was resting on her knee and loosened it, repeating this motion.

“Ramon.” Ann stopped calling Oliver by his first name, and even ignored the captain, as her face stiffened. “Again, what is the best way to deal with the arthropod lizards encountered in the desert?”

He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating, but Nemo thought Oliver seemed to shrink himself, becoming a little smaller.

“Ignore it, pretend you didn’t see it, then warn the commander to avoid going there?” Oliver replied in a low voice.

Hearing the answer, Nemo thought bitterly as he glanced cautiously at Ann’s suddenly shrinking face and squeezed himself into the corner of the carriage with his baggage.

“Arthropod lizards.” Ann repeated, almost growling. “Honestly, you have a good brain, Ramon. I’ve never seen anyone who learns so fast… But the arthropod lizards, why can’t you remember this? That’s an intermediate demon, not a protected species! My God!”

Maybe it was because Oliver wanted to raise it as a pet. Nemo squeezed himself into the corner again.

“I’m sorry.” Oliver swallowed with difficulty.

Ann took several deep breaths. She rubbed her forehead and finally turned to Nemo. “Where’s dinner? Let’s eat first.”

“I really haven’t experienced this for many years,” Oliver said blankly, taking the bread Nemo had given him. He bit into it mechanically and then remained silent for a while. He turned his head, and Nemo didn’t have time to withdraw his gaze—after meeting again, Nemo had developed an inexplicable hobby.

He had to watch Oliver eat. The latter seemed to be aware of this, but he didn’t mean to call him out on it, and instead, just ate more seriously.

“Give me yours,” this time Oliver demanded uncharacteristically. “You eat this.”

“But you already took a bite from it,” Nemo murmured in protest.

“Do you really mind this?” Oliver arched an eyebrow and tried to grab the bread in Nemo’s hand. As a result, Nemo reacted faster. He almost teleported to the other corner of the carriage.

“Hand it over, Nemo.” Oliver arched his brows even higher.

“Eat yours,” Nemo responded angrily, intending to swallow his dinner quickly, but another hand came faster, and he was unprepared.

Ann grabbed the head of the bread solemnly and put it under her nose. Then she frowned and quickly broke it apart. After a slight tearing sound, turquoise mold emerged.

“Is this what you eat?” The female warrior sounded a little angry. “Nemo, seriously. If you’re short on money, you can just tell me—”

“No.” Nemo hurriedly denied. “I am… Er, it’s for personal reasons.”

Oliver made an ugly face. He lowered his eyes and opened his share. The fresh aroma of wheat instantly dissipated into the air, mixed with the smell of butter.

“Half for each person,” he said simply, without a smile on his face.

Ann sighed. She didn’t say anything but threw the book on her knee directly to Nemo. “This is the only book that Oliver can’t seem to memorize. I’m going out for a bit of fresh air.”

Nemo took the book and thought for a while before he leaned next to Oliver.

“Sorry,” he said without trying to defend himself. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

As he said, he untied the package behind him and carefully uncovered the fabric on it. “I’ve been wandering around these days, and I took a few short-term jobs in my spare time… But the money is almost gone, and I can’t ask Ann for it. After all…”

Oliver picked up the exquisite white ukulele without saying a word.

“But I can’t play,” after a while, Oliver whispered.

“I know.” Nemo scratched his head. “But I think you need something to hide your sword in. I found a good music shop. They make customizations. Go on, give it a try.”

He took the light instrument out of Oliver’s hand and fiddled with the head. The neck suddenly slid a little bit, revealing a scabbard-like socket. Oliver silently drew out his Rest in Peace and tried to put it in. It was just the right size.

Nemo adjusted the mechanism on the lower head again, and the neck closed without any traces of a joint.

“I did the drawing myself.” Seeing that Oliver didn’t speak, Nemo plucked up the courage to continue. “It just takes a little labor, but it’s not expensive. It’s just… Well, you know. Almost all the money for the wanted task was spent on preparation, and I still wanted to give you something. It’s okay if you can’t play. I’ve seen Uncle Ramon play in the tavern. I remember how he played at that time. I can teach…”

The ukulele was placed on the untied cloth, and before Nemo could continue, Oliver hugged him tightly.

“Thank you,” Oliver murmured. “Thank you, I like it very much.”

The gold pendant was still hanging on Nemo’s chest, rubbing it under the squeeze of the hug. Nemo knew it wasn’t a good time, but since he had already started, the topic would continue anyway.

He gently kissed Oliver’s ear and then broke away from the hug and untied the gold pedant on the back of his neck.

“Ollie,” Nemo said softly, sending the pendant into Oliver’s palm. “I’ve been looking for a time to tell you… I recovered a little memory from the skull fragment in the Abyssal Church. Now I remember. This is your father’s. The woman inside is your mother. At that time—”

An index finger reached his lips. Oliver didn’t pick up the pendant but made a silent gesture.

“Do you remember the cause and effect of the incident?”

“…I don’t remember.” The finger moved away, causing Nemo to lick his lips subconsciously.

“Then don’t tell me.” Oliver finally smiled. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, Nemo. My father has never told me about my mother, and I believe he has his reasons. As for what happened back then, I said I will find the answers with you.”

Nemo was taken aback. He didn’t want this pendant to be the spark of a disagreement. He was ready to tell Oliver about the memories of the Tin Soldiers, of course, this included Oliver’s father, Flint Lopez, who was chatting with him about his fiancé. He once listened to it, used him, then killed them. He wanted to confess all the pieces he remembered as they were, even if Oliver would resent him for it.

He remembered every word Oliver had said during their initial escape in the Border Forest.

[…But I don’t know his birthday, what his wife looked like, or how she died, much less the story between them…]

He knew what Sonia Ramon’s appearance was in this pendant, and the story between Oliver’s parents, when Ulysses was guiding Flint Lopez back to his team. At the bottom of the Abyss, he probably heard the other party recite it nearly twenty times.

He believed Oliver wanted to know this. This was perhaps the biggest regret in Oliver’s life. He never thought that the other party would refuse.

“I don’t want you to regret things that are not clear, Nemo. This is not information we must have at the moment. It’s incomplete and may lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.” Oliver took a bite of his bread. “When everything is clear, I’m willing to listen to you about anything, so stop showing this expression—the expression that seems like you owe it to me.”

Oliver leaned out and cradled the ukulele in his arms. Then he grabbed the book that Ann had squeezed into a crumpled mess.

“Let’s continue,” he said briskly. “This is the last one and I want to finish it as soon as possible. If there’s time left, will you teach me a little how to play it?”

“Yes.” Nemo squeezed out a single note from his dry throat and felt only his feet were finally grounded. The happiness that had been slightly illusory for a long time had become extraordinarily real.

He picked up the thick “Logistic Notes: How to Deal with Intermediate Demons” and grabbed the other half of the buttered bread. His voice was a little slurred. “Then let’s get started.”


The author has something to say:

Yes, Alban’s nursing is basically all done by girls. But the reason is not so simple. The girls in Alban are still… quite strong. _(:з”∠)_

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Oliver: I kinda miss White II.

Nemo: ? White I is in front of you.


Kinky Thoughts:

Ahhh yes! Gimme all this sugar. I need this after that painful arc.


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Stray Ch148

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 148: Heresy

To tell the truth, Adrian Cross wasn’t 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 strong—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 religions had long been cleaned up.

The strictness of Alban law on demon-related matters 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 Judgment, he wasn’t interested in the entangled interests between the two factions. In addition to going out to perform tasks, he usually returned to Garland’s Church of Penitence for penance. In his memory, he had only been to the Clementine Cathedral once—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 went to Garland Church of Penitence or Alban’s 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 a mission, while now he had become 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 didn’t 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 didn’t have the modesty that a normal person should have in public.

For example, like now.

Jesse Dylan was like a piece of thick syrup that had just been boiled out of a pot. His whole body was glued to the knight as if he had no bones. Even now, waiting at the entrance of the church, his arm was around Adrian’s neck.

At first Adrian would frown and push it away, but then he simply didn’t bother to care about it. He stood upright, not squinting, as he let the vine named Jesse entangle him.

But even if Adrian Cross had already retired from his position as Knight Commander of the Knights of Judgment, as the “Shining Morning Star” whom the Pope once bestowed the title upon, his influence had not completely disappeared. The Knights of Judgment who stood around looked in other directions, as their faces were trying to suppress anger, disgust, and unhappiness.

Jesse didn’t care.

In front of him was a solemn church, and on both sides were Knights of Judgment 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 person’s eyes were considered some kind of attack, he would definitely be pierced into a sieve by countless gazes at this moment.

Adrian sighed, held the dishonest hand firmly and threw it off his neck. “The communication crystal is on Mr. Dylan.”

“…You still call me Mr. Dylan!” Jesse shouted with dissatisfaction as his mouth curled while he pulled out the crystal. “Even if you don’t call me baby, you can at least call me by my name.”

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 cast a mute spell.

The Knights of Judgement once tried to break the array to end 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 wouldn’t be too troublesome.

Facts had proven that reality was much crueler than fantasy.

They couldn’t break the mute array that hadn’t even been recited yet. This couldn’t help but make the knights wonder what the point was of guarding those two. If Mr. Dylan wanted to leave, let alone bring Adrian Cross, even if he wanted to remove the church’s spire and take it away, they weren’t sure they could stop him.

So the Knights of Judgment 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.

“The Clementine Royal Military Academy.” Adrian wasn’t under the influence of the mute array. He could hear clearly—Jesse’s voice seemed to be holding back a smile. “This is such an ingenious idea I’ve ever seen, truly! Oh my goodness, I can’t wait…”

“We need perfect background information.” Ann’s voice came from the crystal, interrupting Dylan’s musings. “Perfect information, Mr. Dylan. Looking at Cross’ attitude, he probably couldn’t find any key clues. If even the former commander of the Knight of Judgment couldn’t find such a thing, then you should be quite good at this aspect.”

“We are about to meet the Pope, dear Ms. Savage! Can’t you care about me a little bit? Why do I feel like I’m being used as a tool?”

“Ah, I’m so worried,” Ann said dryly. “…Hey, 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?”

“Don’t ask about this kind of thing. You see, I’m pursuing Adri wholeheartedly now.” Jesse glanced at the confused Knights of Judgment around him, as if he was a little eager to remove the mute array. “This kind of question sounds so ambiguous—”

“Oliver also said hello too. He smiled and asked you to please talk business,” Ann said. “By the way, I also agree. Let’s get down to business, Dylan.”

“The identity verification of Clementine Academy… I do know that it could be forged, but like I said, we’re going to meet the Pope of the Laddism Church.” Jesse made a point of sounding deeply aggrieved. “I 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?”

“…I can help you. What do I need to do.?”

“Easier said than done.” Jesse grimaced at the Knight of Judgment who was staring at him closely. “I 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.”

“Well,” Ann said, “just a letter of introduction?”

“Letter paper, ink, handwriting, signature, and seal are indispensable. All details must be matched—this is not just a letter of introduction,” Jesse shouted. “Do you know how difficult it is to make a fake one? How expensive? And it may not even be possible!”

“Yes, please. I can handle the other information related to origin.”

“Although I’m a little dissatisfied with the way you requested, I really like this idea.” The smile in Jesse’s voice came back. “So I’ll get this done within two days and keep in touch.”

After that, he terminated the communication and raised his shining blue eyes.

“My dear Adri,” Jesse showed a heartfelt smile, “I really can’t wait to return to the team—”

“We need to meet the Pope.”

“I know, I know. Trust me. I have a way.”

“…You’d better not go too far—”

“What do you mean?” Jesse smiled even more. “I’m just going to take you away from here.”

After all, he did it once. Jesse hooked Adrian’s neck again, lifted the mute array, and then rubbed the side of Adrian’s neck among the gathered gazes.

…Then of course, he could do it a second time.

In the territory of Alban, on a dirt road in the countryside.

“Dylan said he needed two days.” Ann, who was wrapped in a genderless cloak so one couldn’t tell if she was a man or woman, shook the whip, causing the thin horse pulling the carriage to snort. “Looks like we can make it.”

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 lay on its back on the thick wool near the goat’s neck and said nothing.

The rest of the space was almost full of books. Oliver’s 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 illusion—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 lover’s face turning from white to blue, looking as if he was about to vomit.

“We have to find a… er, safer place to read.” Holding down his churning stomach, Oliver bravely opened his mouth.

“Not a problem, but you don’t have much time,” Ann said mercilessly. “I need a few days to prepare our fake identities. Apart from this, there’s only time to rest at night. After all, we can’t go through the official teleportation array now. We can only rely on this broken cart—if this horse doesn’t have a sudden emergency, we’ll barely be able to catch up before the enrollment procedures.”

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 hole 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 Nemo’s 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. “Are these books really enough?”

“How much more do you want? This is enough, assuming you can memorize them all.” Ann stopped and went back. “Your friend is very quick to do things—Gray Fox basically gave all the information he could find outside. If we do this by ourselves, it’s estimated that we’ll expose more risk to our operational objectives.”

Then she was silent for a moment.

“I respect your secrets,” she sighed, “but I have to ask, Oliver, what happened to that gray mist?”

‘Here it comes,’ Nemo thought. In passing, he rescued an old book from the mouth of the goat.

It wasn’t actually a big deal.

Not so long ago, after breaking through the spatial rift, he found a big problem…

No matter how imaginative he was, the fuller goat didn’t look like a hidden powerhouse. There was absolutely no way for it to pass through the spatial rift, but they couldn’t 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.

“I can try.” Oliver glanced at the rift. “I always feel…”

He didn’t 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 that 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.

“No problem.” Oliver rubbed his hands together. “I have the confidence to protect it.”

His lover succeeded, and Tumbleweed didn’t 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 experienced female warrior wouldn’t delay the planning process because of her doubts.

Ann looked at the present—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.

“Let me explain.” Nemo cleared his throat. “The Withered Castle stripped Oliver from the surface magic system.”

“…Are you speaking the lingua franca?” Ann asked stiffly.

“Simply put, uh, Oliver’s power does not belong to surface magic anymore,” Nemo explained bluntly. “Actually, I don’t know what attributes his power has, but it should be harmless.”

“…This is not a question of ‘if it’s harmless’, Nemo. You mean, his power is now neither abyssal nor surface-traits? You…”  She swallowed with difficulty. “Do you know what you’re talking about? How on earth do you know this? Don’t tell me the Gatekeeper gave you a good lesson.”

He felt it. As the source of abyssal magic, his judgment couldn’t be wrong, but if this sentence was said, he would sound like a lunatic. Nemo shrank his neck, intending to rack his brain to try and tell a lie…

“Telaranea was there. Nemo told me.” Oliver took the words out of his mouth. “He asked for the contents of the Gatekeeper’s research from Telaranea.”

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.

“Congratulations,” the female warrior said with a sullen face while patting her dusty hands. “You have two choices left.”

Oliver and Nemo glanced at each other anxiously.

“Originally, I thought Oliver could be a soldier and take the opportunity to learn some command skills and tactics. Now that he’s stripped out of the surface magic system, ha.” She scoffed briefly. “If the Clementine’s professors find out, then Horizon will too. Listen, captain, don’t use this power in Clementine—and never in front of Lopez.”

“But…”

“This is a completely unknown force, isn’t it? If you’re not capable, this situation is abnormal at best. At the very least, you’ll be studied and observed for a lifetime. But you’re very strong. To be honest, stronger than any human I’ve ever seen.”

The female warrior sighed. “You may become the most dangerous heresy in human history.”

The two were speechless. Oliver glanced at Nemo, then at his hand, and then even smiled.

“You said two choices.” Feeling uncomfortable, Nemo tried to change the subject. “I’m definitely not able to use my power, and if Ollie can’t use it either…”

“Yes, in the case of Alban Academy, only two majors will recruit students with extremely low magical abilities. Logistics and nursing.” Ann’s expression became distorted. “Choose.”

“Which side needs more knowledge to prepare?” Having no idea about the two majors, Nemo could only start from the most practical point of view.

“Nursing.”

“Then Ollie will go for logistics.” Nemo’s face was expressionless. “I don’t need much time to memorize.”

But Oliver didn’t 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.

“I still have no way to completely control this power,” he said sincerely, “but I’ll practice carefully… Thank you, Ann.”

The female warrior nodded with a livid face. She even looked dazed, and she didn’t 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 Nemo’s ear.

“Look, you don’t have to be too anxious,” Oliver’s tone was very calm as he reached out and wrapped his arms around the back of Nemo’s neck. “Now I’m also a monster.”

“I’ll always be with you.”


The author has something to say:

Everyone really thought about a lot of cool majors for Nemo hhhhhhh

Probably the strongest logistics and nursing graduates in history√


Kinky Thoughts:

The fuller goat is an honorary member of Tumbleweed! Can’t leave it behind!

Nurse Nemo!!!


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Stray Ch147

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 147: Hide

There wasn’t a trace of cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but the unbearable heat was noticeably less.

Oliver hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to wear the skeleton helmet. Nemo looked at him curiously for a few seconds without asking any questions, and subconsciously pulled up the hood on his robe. Walden wasn’t a big country, but it wasn’t a bad thing to reduce their appearance.

The two walked side by side on the street, encountering a few shouts from time to time from shops and vendors on both sides, but they didn’t understand a word.

“People here don’t like the lingua franca,” Ann explained. “I just wanted to ask, who are you going to see? We’d better get out of here quickly. Oliver has been unconscious for a few days. Believe me, if you delay any longer, the inspection for the teleportation array will only become more stringent.”

“Don’t worry,” Nemo answered immediately. He wanted to make a gesture, but his right hand was tightly clasped by Olive, so he sputtered a few times, determined to speak clearly with only his mouth. “I can create a spatial rift and send everyone out—I wrote down a few coordinates when I rushed over. There should be no problems other than the entry and exit records would be missing.”

“Okay.” Ann yawned, looking with lack of interest. “Whatever you want.”

But when she arrived at the destination, her eyebrows instantly raised.

A tall young man said a simple greeting to them. The scars on Randy’s face were completely treated, and the original sense of oppression was greatly reduced. Instead of wearing an outfit that was easy to move in, he changed into loose and rough ordinary clothing. Oliver, who was originally good at observing people, almost failed to recognize him at a glance.

There were still traces of an assassin’s fierceness between his brows, and the female warrior had obviously noticed this. Her eyes widened even bigger.

Mora changed into ordinary flat-bottomed soft shoes and looked more petite. She hung like a sloth on Randy’s left arm, and the foxtail ring on her ring finger on her left hand gleamed in the sun.

“Ramon.” She nodded. Her eyes swept towards the ten fingers that were clasped together. There was a little more smile in them. “It seems that you’re okay.”

“Thank you both for your help.” Oliver finally let go of Nemo’s hand and made a standard salute. “Nemo told me everything.”

“There’s nothing to thank.” Even without the scars, Randy’s expression was still wooden. “We’ll just go in circles endlessly if we keep thanking each other. Anyway, this meal will be our treat.”

“Care to introduce?” Ann turned to Oliver and pointed generously at the couple in front of her. “Withered Castle is not a place where you can make friends.”

“Ms. Savage.” Mora reached out her right hand. “I’ve heard of you. We are… Well, we used to be ‘Sancho’s Gray Fox’.”

“…” Ann was silent for a moment before she shook her hand. “But rumors have it these days that Sancho’s Gray Fox was killed. The person who took that reward remained anonymous. Is it possible—”

“It’s me who took the reward.” Nemo found a chair to sit down in. “At that time, these two were going to quit, and we… Uh…”

“Didn’t have a single coin,” Randy added coldly for him.

“I won’t ask for details. Besides, these two little bastards have always been very troublesome,” Ann said with a big grin. “Since we’re not talking in secret, I’ll just ask straightforwardly—since the two of you decided to wash your hands, there’s no need to choose a special place to have a meal just to say goodbye, right? You should be more cautious than us in this business.”

Her tone seemed to be joking, but she stepped forward, faintly protecting Oliver and Nemo behind her.

“I can understand your concerns.” Mora’s expression became serious. “Indeed, we only planned to go to the inn to casually say hello, but when this stupid stake and I were preparing our new identities, we accidentally discovered something. It’s not suitable for talking in a quiet inn.” She shook her finger and simply made a gesture that symbolized that the walls have ears. “This restaurant is clean and is suitable for conversation.”

This time, even Oliver raised his eyebrows and politely gave an inquisitive look, but that expression was covered by his skeleton helmet.

“It’s of little practical use to say thanks. We never like to owe people too much.” Mora shrugged as she twisted a hot French fry and chewed on it. “Then I’ll just say it. Horizon is collecting information on you.”

Ann instantly showed an expression as if she was having a stomachache. Oliver wanted to smack his forehead, but he hit his helmet instead, while Nemo wiped his hand and looked up at the ceiling.

“…What’s with your reaction?” Mora poked the French fries hard into the tomato sauce with some dissatisfaction in her tone. “You can’t confirm it in the task list. You are also in the guild system, so this kind of investigation task will not be made public. We know it through our own channels.”

“In other words, no matter where you go next, someone will definitely be eyeing you. People like us,” Randy continued. “Lopez has never been one to leave any intelligence channel untouched. He’s notoriously picky on our side… as well as generous.”

After a pause, he continued, “Mr. Ramon, no matter what your relationship is with Lopez, you’d better find a place to avoid the limelight first.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have enough time. We have to wipe our captain’s ass as soon as possible,” Ann interjected.

“Are you going to Clementine?” Randy asked directly and at the same time raised the French fry basket on the table. “…You’re eating too much Mora. You’ll get a stomach ache later.”

Ann hitched her breath like she had a toothache and watched the petite girl on the table volley into the air and use a beautiful attack to regain the French fry basket. “How did you guess?”

“As Mora just said, our business has our own sources of intelligence.” Randy rubbed his temples and sighed. “Ms. Savage, although there aren’t many people at our level, since we can guess, so can others. The Preceptor Bishop of Alban has done a good job keeping things confidential, but there’s no airtight wall in this world.”

Randy once again grabbed the French fry basket, and this time stuffed it into his mouth. Mora bit his muscular arm angrily, while the expression of the young man being attacked remained expressionless. “According to our previous understanding, you have never been active near the capital of Alban, and the Pope of the Laddism Church is in Clementine at this moment. Your teammates are also there, aren’t they? Considering the efficiency, the activity route of Tumbleweed isn’t difficult to guess.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t agree with the judgment of the Insular Court. It is our legitimate right to challenge the charges.” Ann finally sat down and tapped the table lightly with her fingers. “That person Lopez… Although he has a one-track mind, he will never embarrass Oliver on this.”

“It’s hard to say.” Randy glanced at Oliver slightly. “We have heard of Lopez’s style of behavior. If he believes that Mr. Ramon is using improper means to get rid of the crime…” He didn’t go on.

“Well.” Ann glanced at Nemo. “Indeed, reducing contact always saves a lot of trouble. After all, there are no docile lambs in our team.”

Docile little lambs… Randy’s facial muscles twitched a few times, and Mora finally let go of biting with a face full of words that couldn’t be expressed.

“Everyone is a Black Chapter and there’s no shortage of handles.” Mora wiped her mouth while maintaining an expression that was hard to describe. “As far as we’re concerned, it’s best for all of you to find a relatively ‘clean’ place to stay for a while and wait until they start to loosen up before—” she gestured with both hands, “you take them by surprise, mm-hmm.”

“Yes. Considering the relationship between Lopez and the Laddism Church, Horizon may have reached Clementine by now. If I’m not mistaken, it must be their people guarding the capital,” Randy added in a low voice.

“We don’t have to hide in Clementine, do we?” Oliver asked honestly. “We can find a small place to hide until they don’t want to wait any longer.”

“It makes no difference.” Ann’s eyebrows frowned tightly. “Lopez will not leave Clementine and he will not stop collecting information. He definitely thinks more carefully about things than you do.”

“It’s better to get into Clementine first, so that you can meet Mr. Cross and Dylan earlier.” Nemo scratched his head. “Besides, if we want to disappear completely… We won’t be able to hide for long, Ollie. After all, Tumbleweed needs to complete at least one task a month, which is an obvious clue. And if we delay the expiration and are disqualified from the Black Chapter, Mr. Cross will be in danger.”

“But things are a bit troublesome. I don’t know much about Clementine,” Ann murmured, then sighed and retracted her gaze from her teammates. “…Don’t turn around. I never expected you two.”

“This is the favor we want to pay back.” Randy rubbed the tooth marks on his arm and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “We thought about it all night and found a relatively safe place—if you can trust us.”

“Please.” Oliver didn’t hesitate for a moment.

“Clementine Royal Military Academy.” Randy took out a small parchment booklet. The ink on it was still fresh. “Everything we know is here. Ms. Savage, if you act alone, I believe you will have a way to hide yourself beautifully. And at the age of these two…”

“It happens to be the enrollment period.” He grimaced with a rather struggling expression. “…There should be no problem for the two of you to get in.”

Oliver’s expression was blank for a moment. Nemo dug into his ears and pulled it out to confirm that he wasn’t mishearing things.

“That’s an idea.” Ann let out a few laughing coughs. “Mercenary Guild members are not very popular there. Just sneaking in is already a victory. Wow, it’s really good. Lopez wouldn’t expect us to hide in that place. No, it’s better to say that normal people don’t think that way. Even if he thought of it, it would be difficult for him to intervene in the educational institution directly under the Alban Royal Family.”

“Indeed.” Randy nodded. “They have very strict requirements for identity and verification of ability. To be honest, if it weren’t for their ability… Well, I wouldn’t make such a suggestion.”

“We’re 23.” Oliver’s expression was no longer calm. “It’s long past the age of schooling, right?”

“They are recruiting young people between the ages of 19 to 24. Congratulations, the two of you just stepped on their tails.” Ann flipped through the new parchment book. “You two should be concerned about other issues than age, especially you, Oliver—how much formal education have you received?”

“Besides literacy?”

“In addition to literacy.”

“…My father homeschooled me. After all, my family… Didn’t have much money. And I didn’t want to join the army or…”

Nemo moved the stool to the corner and pretended that he didn’t exist.

“Oh,” Ann sighed, bitterly. “Then some of us will be busy on the road.”

She flipped through the booklet. “As for proof of identity… I have some thoughts in mind. Do you think that shady guy Dylan can come in handy somehow?”

“Yes,” Nemo responded with certainty in the corner. “Absolutely.”


The author has something to say:

Oliver: No, I just wanted to inherit the inn at home and continue to do my catering service…

Oliver: …

Oliver: …After thinking about it carefully, there seem to be a lot of problems in my life.

Ann: Did you just realize this?!

——————Guess what major they will go to, Ehehehe. |(ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾


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