Stray

There wasn’t a trace of cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but the unbearable heat was noticeably less.

Oliver hesitated for a moment and finally decided to wear the skeleton helmet. Nemo looked at him curiously for a few seconds, without asking any questions, but subconsciously pulled up the hood on his robe. Walden wasn’t a big country, but it wasn’t a bad thing to reduce their appearance.

The two walked side by side on the street, encountering a few shouts from time to time from shops and vendors on both sides, but they didn’t understand a word.

“People here don’t like the lingua franca,” Ann explained. “I just wanted to ask, who are you going to see? We’d better get out of here quickly. Oliver has been unconscious for a few days? Believe me, if you delay any longer, the inspection for the teleportation array will only become more stringent.”

“Don’t worry,” Nemo answered immediately. He wanted to make a gesture, but his right hand was tightly clasped by Olive, so he had to uh a few times, determined to speak clearly with only his mouth. “I can create a spatial rift and send everyone out— I wrote down a few coordinates when I rushed over. There should be no problems other than the entry and exit records would be missing.”

“Okay,” Ann yawned, looking with lack of interest. “Whatever you want.”

But when she arrived at the destination, her eyebrows instantly raised.

A tall young man said a simple hello to them. The scars on Randy’s face were completely treated, and the original sense of oppression was greatly reduced. Instead of wearing an outfit that was easy to move in, he changed into loose and rough ordinary clothing. Oliver, who was originally good at observing people, almost failed to recognize him from a glance.

There were still traces of an assassin’s fierceness between his brows, and the female warrior had obviously noticed this. Her eyes widened even bigger.