Chapter 98: Living Sacrifice
“I thought you would choose to follow by yourself.” Ann looked at the only remaining member of Tumbleweed left. Their leader was removing the simple camping items from the fuller goat. The night became darker that she couldn’t see his expression. Even the outline of his figure became blurred.
“I’m not the most suitable choice. Mr. Cross knows the Abyssal Church better, but he can’t fight alone.” Oliver broke off a young branch, peeled off the bark and looked around at the terrain. “Ann, can you help me draw three camouflage arrays in the west? The simplest kind is fine.”
“Sure,” Ann nodded readily. “Great, you haven’t become a muddleheaded fool. Speaking of… you didn’t tell nemo in advance. Aren’t you afraid that he would care?”
“I didn’t plan to hide it from him, but I couldn’t do it,” Oliver shook his head. He dipped the branch in a liquid material from a glass bottle and carefully drew an array on the tree. “I don’t want to put too much pressure on him. He’s already nervous enough. When he succeeds in infiltration, Mr. Cross will find a chance to get him.”
“How considerate,” Ann snorted and increased the teasing in her tone.
“After all, Duran Virgil’s motives are unknown.” Oliver tilted his hand, and the magic array on the bark burst out with a puff of green smoke. He adjusted his mood and dipped the branch into the glass bottle again. “But when I was in the branch office, Mr. Cross said that he’s a ‘real exorcist’… Mr. Cross is not the type who lies, and you didn’t seem surprised by that statement.”
“Ah, that.” Unlike Oliver, who was busying his hands and feet, Ann had neatly drawn three hidden arrays in the corner. “Actually, I wasn’t sure… but since Cross said it, it should be true.”
Oliver finally finished tracing the camouflage array that he had just learned from the knight commander. A fine layer of thin sweat appeared on his forehead. He raised his sleeves and wiped them. The uneven plane required an extremely high degree of concentration that it made the arm he used to paint the rune sore. “What do you think?”
“Those things on him,” Ann took out a bag of preserved fruit from the fuller goat and slowly started eating them. “It looks like a complete set of exorcism materials. That’s not a depth that someone can just casual disguise.”