Stray

Ann did change her mind. Instead of bringing them immediately to Noer, she coldly asked Oliver to start training.

“It will be troublesome if you hurt others,” she pointed out mercilessly. “You must learn the method to control it. Please practice until you remember. I’ll take you in on the last day. There won’t be a backup plan, so I hope you can show some sincerity.”

‘She’s indeed being sincere,’ Nemo thought. When the female warrior first said this, the tip of her spear was still buzzing with sparks, ready to string them up at any time, but her attitude towards them did change. Although the coldness didn’t decrease, Nemo could feel a subtle sense of equality that did not exist before.

Ann spent a lot of time fighting against Oliver with a murderous aura. It could be said that her method was effective. Oliver at first was unsteady, but eventually he was able to put up some resistance after only half a day.

On the other hand, Nemo’s job was to sit next to the grey parrots and eat nuts.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try. The dark shadow barrier that day seemed to be like a dream. Before he could taste the joy of being able to cast spells due to his panic, he had reverted back to the usual state that he couldn’t even cast a simple illumination spell. Nemo even asked Ann to give him a solid beating, which only resulted in him being pummeled to the point where he puked up all his lunch and was only left with abdominal pain and a wounded self-esteem.

Nemo chewed on the nuts gloomily as he looked at Oliver, who was holding a wooden stick as he managed to hold on longer against the lightning, feeling that his last trace of confidence was about to be swept away by the wind.

“At least you’re very resilient when it comes to fighting.” The parrot swallowed the seeds in Nemo’s hand in one bite, then tried to say a few not-so-unpleasant words. “If you were an ordinary person, you would probably be half disable by now, seeing as how you were beaten to death by her so many times.”

Perhaps it was the influence from the contract, but Nemo found it difficult for him to hate this gray parrot from the bottom of his heart. Still, despite trying his best, he couldn’t squeeze out much goodwill for it either. It was just that in this current hot battlefield, as the only living things who were idle, it was hard for them not to make a sound to try and regain a little sense of existence.