Stray

This city wasn’t too big, but since the Mercenary Guild chose to establish a branch here, it wasn’t a small place either. In the afternoon, the town was extremely lively. The sound of horses’ hooves rolled over the uneven stone bricks. Vendors would pull their carts with two wooden wheels and sold cold jam tarts and rye bread, a serving for two, with a cup of sweet herbal soup. People hurriedly passed by the door of the Mercenary Guild branch, not bothering to look in this direction.

The entrance of the building cut a shadow in the blazing sun. The sparse adventurers were squeezing themselves into the shadows, swearing as they took off their hats revealing their red and sweaty skin.

Only one person was incompatible with the hot and dry atmosphere.

The black-haired young adventurer was dressed simply. His clothes were stained with blood and dirt. The soil had lost their moisture and crusted, becoming slightly whitish, which was particularly dazzling on the dark fabric. He was pulling a fuller goat full of luggage, standing neatly in the corner, away from others who were hiding from the sun.

This wasn’t uncommon. He was probably just an unlucky guy who had just completed an arduous task, but the black-haired young man’s appearance was so refined, several female soldiers who were wiping sweat with their sleeves couldn’t help but look at him a few times. Out of some kind of intuition, no one stepped forward to talk.

The hot breath stopped in front of that person. What stood there seemed to be just a fluttering illusion, without any noise and the vivid breath unique to life. He didn’t even sweat a single drop.

The ladies sighed one after another, regretfully peeked at him for a few seconds, then turned their eyes away.

Nemo could feel their curious gaze, but now he wasn’t in the mood to care about those non-malicious observation. Most of his attention was focused on the gray parrot that was lying on the ground. Bagelmaurus was still lying there, eyes wide open, as it rolled them to the back of its head while looking at him blankly.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Nemo breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the still motionless gray parrot from the ground and repeated patiently, “I can return your powers to you. Don’t you want it?”