Stray

Nemo knew very well that at this moment they should stay collected and accept the conversation calmly but thinking it about it was much easier to do than actually doing it. He simmered for a long time before finally hardening his heart and letting out a “Mm”.

The superior demon in human skin smiled even more brightly.

“Are these Mr. Edwards friends?” The chubby bishop looked like a kind-hearted old man. When he smiled, his face looked ruddy and cheerful.

“We happened to meet before,” the demon said, turning his gaze away from Nemo. “Then I won’t bother your lordship. I’ll consider what you said.”

The bishop nodded in satisfaction, “May the glory of Zenni shine on you forever, dear Mr. Edwards. Both of you, please come with me.”

The demon accepted the blessing calmly with a smile on his face. The bishop stepped into the room first. Oliver took in a breath and followed in, and just as Nemo was about to follow up, the voice of “Cahill” sounded from behind him…

“Don’t be like a stranger,” he said softly. “If you want to know more, just ask me.”

He stared at Nemo. For a few seconds, his right eye wasn’t an ordinary eyeball. Countless pupil-like things flowed on the red eyeball, squeezing and fusing with each other. Nemo almost threw up. He turned his head and rushed into the room, slammed the door, and put his back against it, as if the thin wooden door could resist the power of a superior demon.

It’s just a piece of flesh of a superior demon. He tried his best to comfort himself in his heart. Cahill, like Bagelmaurus, was just a piece of flesh. He shouldn’t give in to despair. When he calmed down and raised his head, he found that the bishop and Oliver were staring at him together.