Stray - Chapter 250

    Let me refuse

    “Interesting, Mr. Ramon, you look like you haven’t slept all night.” Delarion’s fingers were facing each other, leaning against the back of the soft sofa in the living room. He cocked his legs, moving freely and calmly.

      “…Long time no see, ‘Mr Thorne.’ It looks like you’ve finished your research on that log house.”

    “Not necessarily. You see, you and your companions don’t like me very much. I’m not here to be a guest.”

    The abyss sage narrowed his dark green eyes and looked at Oliver opposite.

    Oliver Ramon’s momentum has changed a lot.

    When he first met Ramon in Garland, he thought he was a foolish, innocent young man. Rather, he and Nemo Wright looked half-hearted, and the two of them were full of signs of “will die in the first three missions of the Black Chapter”.

    Although I ask myself, Oliver Ramon is indeed one of the most talented humans he has ever seen. But “talent” is rarely the deciding factor.

    Walking around the world for thousands of years, Della Layne has seen countless geniuses who have been doing nothing in their lives, returning to dust, and never even discovering their own talents. Ramon had missed his prime—and with luck, Mr. Ramon was willing to let go of that naivety that would only hold him back. Even if he is unable to join the ranks of the top powerhouses, he still has the opportunity to become a well-known warrior in the mercenary guild.

    With bad luck, he will die quickly for his own senseless kindness.

    The Sage of the Abyss originally thought so.

    It’s really interesting, Della Laineen couldn’t help the smile on his face. Ramon is not only still alive, he is even turning into some kind of creature that he cannot measure—

    The head of the tumbleweed had the tiredness characteristic of human lack of sleep on his face, but his strength did not weaken at all, and he looked extremely awake. The youthful feeling of youth has completely disappeared, and the original sense of gentleness is still there. Under that soft temperament, there is no longer innocence, but an unfathomable undercurrent.

    And the pressure that chills down your spine.

    For a split second, Della Lenien almost thought that he was in front of him.

    No, even stronger. Although he has forgotten the memories he obtained from the withered castle, the sage of the abyss can still infer one or two through the feedback from the horizon. Oliver Ramon destroyed the Wither Castle, and it may not be a simple power awakening…

    Is the test of the flesh and blood furnace a success?

    Dara Lenneen pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and smiled more meaningfully: “Old rules, I’m here to exchange information. We have done business a few times. Pretty good trading partner.”

    “What a coincidence, I plan to visit you too.” Oliver took a sip of tea and glanced at the small door at the corner of the living room. “Why don’t you say it first.”

    On the other side of the door.

    “Stop squeezing!” An Yong grinned. “Jesse Dillon. I don’t care if you’re Danny or something, just do it, it won’t kill you to get back into human form.”

    “If you’d like to share a room with me who is not fully clothed, Madam Queen.” Jesse sighed and turned her head hard in the small space. “I said, the next door is enough, you have to eavesdrop here.”

    “The soundproof circle is the limit.” Adrian stood calmly, although the whole person was about to be submerged in white long hair. “This is one of the few magic circles allowed in the royal castle. Even if Jesse can ignore these taboos, it can’t completely cover up the fluctuations of the magic.”

    “That’s because I’m recovering.” Jesse didn’t sound too happy, “If it wasn’t…forget it.”

    The white beast squeezed Adrian against the corner with malicious intent, but the knight leader remained motionless.

    “Shh, shh—” Ann obviously had no interest in admiring the half-naked god, she stretched out her index finger and compared her lips.

    “…I saw the true face of God, of course, in the memory of the gatekeeper.”

    Dara Lane’s voice came from the crack of the door.

    “Similarly, I also experienced the oppression of the **** himself. Interestingly, when my other body was moving near the entrance of the abyss, I felt the exact same deterrence. The kind that strikes the soul directly I don’t feel like I’m going to admit it wrong – I figured out the time and place, and the reconnaissance team happened to be operating around there at the time.”

    Oliver was silent.

    “So, I looked into things related to this reconnaissance team. Jesse Dillon and Adrian Cross happened to be in that team, and they were also one of the few sane survivors. people.”

    “What do you want to say?”

    “I don’t think a team that just got away with scars from the depths of the abyss would have the heart to choose that point in time to spy on the gods. So I’m leaning towards another explanation – what they did thing, and the thing called ‘God’ got angry.”

    Unsure of the details, Adrian raised his eyebrows and looked at Jesse. The latter put his huge head against the corner of the wall, refusing to look at him. An Ze rolled his eyes and placed the sullen grey parrot on his relatively loose left shoulder.

    “I want to know the details.” Della Lanene’s tone grew more earnest. “Ah, you don’t seem to be surprised… Yes, after all, if the Flesh Furnace is successful, you should be qualified to observe ‘that thing’. It seems that you have seen it and know the specifics of this matter.”

    Oliver did not change his face. In terms of qualifications and eyesight, he believed that he was no better than the sage of the abyss. Right now, he didn’t want to spend time doing useless dealings with Della Laineen.

    “Yes.” He replied simply.

    “Looks like you’ve got an excellent chip.” Delarion’s eyes were slightly wet with excitement behind her lenses. “Great, great—what do you want to know? Anything I can give.”

    Oliver twitched the corners of his mouth, he stood up, he walked to the wall by the window, and opened the black wooden box like one of the decorations in the room.

    Dara Lennion almost lost her seat. Fear etched in his bones made his feet weak, and reason forced him to maintain a relatively decent sitting position.

    The black wooden box is enough to hold two adults, and there are countless ornate charms carved on it. At first glance, it can almost be called a work of art. The wooden box was opened, and a huge alien skull was exposed.

    Empty eye sockets and long, sharp teeth. Even if there were only faint magic fluctuations left, the chilling chill made one couldn’t help but step back.

    Oliver stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the white skull. Immediately, he withdrew his hand and made a few simple gestures in the air.

    “I temporarily suppressed the remaining magical fluctuations.” Oliver turned around and looked at the pale-faced Abyss Sage. “You can look closer.”

    “Ulysses’ skull.” Della Rainen stood up a little unsteadily, blood flushing from her pale cheeks. “If Euro… sorry, gaffe. Let me see.”

    The sage of the abyss walked to the black wooden box and looked at the broken skull in the wooden box with amazement. Sunlight filtered through the window, streaming down the pale bones into shadows.

    “You’re more interesting than I thought.”

    Dara Lennion looked eager to touch it, reached out hesitantly, and then retracted.

    “…but as Flint Lopez’s only son, it’s not surprising that you know a little secret.”

    “This thing used to connect the subterranean to the abyss, I’m sure. Now that it’s running out of power, I want to fix its circuit. You know better than anyone how abyss magic works .” Oliver did not intend to discuss his own life experience with the devil, and made a direct request.

    No, my lover is actually more familiar. He added bitterly in his heart.

    “Well, it has been dealt with by the Holy See of Humanity, and it has been damaged a lot. This is indeed a problem.” Della Lane’s eyes were glued to the skull. He couldn’t wait to raise his hand and draw a string of weird black circles in the air.

    Then the smile on the face of the abyss sage disappeared.

    “I might be able to restore it, but like I said, it’s in poor condition. Even if I fix the circuit, the circuit won’t last long—a few days, one more month, it will fail again. Since I am going to do business, I have to tell you the possible risks in advance.”

    “…”

    The devil inserted his ten fingers into his long red hair and pulled them behind his ears: “In addition, I have to say that even if the circuit is restored, it will be directly connected to the consciousness of the devil. If you want to use this to test the ability of this generation of demon kings, the consciousness connected to it will not be of any help.”

    “It’s him,” Oliver whispered, sighing and raising his voice again. “I understand, please fix the circuit.”

    “I refuse.” Della Lane shook her head.

    Oliver frowned.

    “…you’re hiding something from me. I don’t do business that’s too bright and vague. I need to know what you really want, more comprehensive intelligence will help me better fix it.”

    “Yes, I am willing to give everything for knowledge of God. But repairing the devil’s loop is very risky, maybe I can get a better price. I am the only one in the world who can repair it man, Mr. Ramon. I’m pretty sure.”

    “By the way, I know that you are the equivalent of a ‘god’ in the cradle. Even if I lose my memory, I have my own sources of intelligence. If you want to use this as a bargaining chip, I have to say , I will be very disappointed.”

    Oliver pondered for a moment.

    “I need to think about it for a while.”

    “That’s what it’s like to do business.” Della Layne smiled brightly.

    Oliver lowered his head and rubbed the devil’s skull, which was warmed by the autumn sun with his fingertips.

    He looked at it sadly and tenderly for a long time.

    “It’s okay to tell you the truth, but we must first make a contract. I must make sure that you will not hinder our plan after knowing the truth.” After ten minutes, Oliver finally Head up again.

    “Let me refuse again.”

    Dara Lane rubbed her lower lip with her knuckles, smiling like a slick hunter.

    “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to be your enemy, Mr. Ramon. The reason is simple – our contract probably won’t count.”

    Oliver made a polite questioning look.

    “You are a ‘god’ who has not yet grown up and has infinite possibilities, and I am just an ordinary superior demon. Even if our strength is barely similar now, as long as you want, you can put I’m far behind. Fundamentally, we are not of the same class of life, and such a contract is not stable – you can unilaterally break the contract if you want.”

    “I don’t trust you.” The Abyss Sage admitted frankly.

    It’s a game again.

    Oliver was stunned, then closed his eyes and thought hard about his next move.

    “I can.” Before he could think of a solution, a familiar voice came.

    The grey parrot pecked at the broken glass and squeezed itself out of the decorative window above the small door.

    “…I and you are both demons.” Bagelmore raised his chest a little tremblingly, “Our contract is equal!”

    “Hmmm.” Elder Della Lenien pressed the parrot’s head like, “How can you guarantee that Mr. Ramon will not treat you as an abandoned child? Once Mr. Meng violates the contract, it is you who will pay the price.”

    “I don’t know!” cried the grey parrot, “Ramon is a complete idiot, I…I might be a idiot too. Anyway, I wanted to kill him in the first place, and pay him back. a life.”

    After saying that, it ran to Oliver. Oliver bent down and took it in his hands. The parrot’s sharp claws made his palms hurt a little.

    “…That’s what you say.” The grey parrot muttered, trembling even more. “You, you don’t really betray me.”

    “I swear, Bagelmore.” Oliver wasn’t joking. “I swear by my future.”

    “It’s more or less.” Bagelmore plucked the hair on his chest for a while, and seemed to have begun to regret his impulsive behavior at this time. “Come on, Della Lanene!”

    The dim light of the demon pact filled the morning parlor.

    Two hours later.

    Dara Lanene, who learned the truth, was calmer than everyone else.

    “My impression of you has changed a lot, Mr. Ramon.” The abyss sage said with emotion, “You are a real lunatic, and I like lunatics.”

    The matter has already been said, and the few who were hiding behind the small door have long come out. Dellalainen’s eyes stayed on the white beast for a long time.

    “The investigation of tumbleweed is definitely Horizon’s most failed mission.”

    After saying that, he stood up and supported the wooden box containing the devil’s skull with both hands.

    “…Actually you don’t have to worry so much, Mr. Ramon. Even I don’t want this surface to be thrown into chaos or destruction right away. After all, there are so many mysteries in the world, all ruined It’s a pity.”

    “So I can attach you an idea.”

    The Abyss Sage stared at the bones in the chest.

    “It will keep the surface stable and reunite you with Mr. Wright. Even if Mr. Wright is gone, it will at least keep the world from being destroyed.”

    Jesse lowered her body uncharacteristically, and showed her fangs threateningly: “Shut up, Della Laineen.”

    “You didn’t tell them, did you? I thought you were on their side, Lord God.”

    Oliver straightened his back, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back for a while: “…Please speak.”

    “It’s very simple, I’ll fix the magic circuit on the skull. Mr. Ramon takes the opportunity to become stronger, the stronger the better. Then Mr. Ramon will force the summoning – after all, this skull is barely a demon king part of the body.”

    The Sage of the Abyss speaks faster and faster.

    “No matter what you do, call Mr. Wright, or induce the demon king of reason. You need to call the demon king’s will to the skull on the surface, sever its connection with the body. Then your companions will With our cooperation, you can take the opportunity to kill the body of the World Pillar… Ah, you should have an impression. The mission of the Abyss Church, the white demon of the Silent Church, do you still remember?”

    Oliver was expressionless.

    “Yes, as in the case of Mr. Colestoro. The consciousness is not in the body, the devil cannot feel the pain of death, and naturally he will not be dying. You only need to prepare the corresponding container , the will of the Demon King—if your strength is enough, you can spend the rest of your life with your Mr. Wright, or completely wipe out the Demon King’s consciousness, that’s your choice.”

    After all, he looked at the young human in front of him.

    “Go on.” Oliver remained expressionless.

    “In this way, it is a win-win situation. Next, you just need to ensure that the corpse under your feet does not decay too quickly, even if you don’t care, I think it can hold tens of thousands of Years. You see, if Mr. Wright’s consciousness is still there, you can go on living happily, and he won’t have to worry about his own destruction of the world.”

    Jesse turned her face and stared at Oliver, her pupils almost constricting into two indistinct slits.

    The head of the tumbleweed looked at the devil’s skull a few steps away and was silent for a long time.

    “…Thank you.” Oliver sighed long, “Go and fix the circuit.”

    “Oh, you’re a wise man.” The Abyss Sage clapped his hands.

    “Ramon!” Jesse bared his fangs, “You—”

    Adrian and Ann were silent, their faces were not very good-looking, and the gray parrot sat in the same place, as if not reacting.

    “…But this time, Delarion.” Oliver retracted his gaze from the skull, his eyes twinkling, revealing a glimmer of hope. “Let me refuse.”