Stray

There wasn’t much time left for him.

Nemo considered this possibility when he stuffed the gray parrot into the biscuit tin. The control and monitoring of external communication spells had not been neglected because of the huge size of the church, but he and Bagelmaurus could ignore this.

It wasn’t because of how unbreakable the contract between them was. The power that Bagelmaurus lost to him was like a river flowing into an ocean, leaving no traces. Tracing the location of the contractor was out of Bagelmaurus’ unilateral and clear will. According to the law, the contract only exists in name. Even if his power was greater than that of Bagelmaurus, he shouldn’t have known the location of the gray parrot.

But Nemo knew where it was. The existence of Bagelmaurus was like a dim star, flashing in the corner of the dark sky.

Right now, he was too lazy to think about the principle. After confirming the location of the gray parrot again, Nemo directly cut the space like a cake, and then unsurprisingly saw Jesse Dylan’s beautiful and annoying face on the other side.

Looking at the surrounding scene, Dylan and Mr. Cross should be near the dungeon where the sacrifices were being held. The biscuit tin was in Jesse’s hand. The lid was open and Bagelmaurus slowly stretched out its head and glance at Nemo, then retracted its head even more slowly.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Light?” Jesse’s tone was relaxed and pleasant, as if they were heading towards a picnic at a scenic spot than on a mission at the base camp of the Abyssal Church.

He wasn’t surprised by Nemo’s behavior of cutting space.

“This place is going to collapse.” Nemo didn’t plan to have a long talk with the other party. “How long will it take you to get all those sacrifices to a safe place?”