Warhammer and Blackburn spent the whole afternoon in the tavern near the back street, and by the time they left, the sun had sunk into the horizon and a shallow full moon lit up in the eastern sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoActually, Blackburn refused, because every move of the Warhammer looked like a waste of time. He didn't do anything in the tavern, except to chat with Andrea, who wasn't so busy for a while.

Although the other party only walked past him with a slight smile every time, he seemed to feel that he had already made his body and mind feel satisfied in this way. To be honest, Blackburn had never seen Warhammer so infatuated with a girl. It's just that when he thinks about it, he thinks that the word infatuation is so inappropriate to use on Warhammer. This guy is so crazy and always thinking of some intense scene of explosions, he's a restless saboteur alike.

Now that Warhammer had finally gotten a little more serious, he began to try to find clues about the bloodthirsty guys in some remote parts of the backstreets. Although Blackburn believes that such a commissioned investigation is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, all the two can do is observe the actions of possible targets. Because he couldn't believe that anyone would admit to being a bloodthirsty guy and attack someone close to him at a certain time. Moreover, he also felt that although Warhammer agreed to start an investigation immediately under his own stalking, so as to get paid as soon as possible, the other party always had a somewhat careless appearance.

"I don't like that, how the hell are we going to find those bloodthirsty guys?" Blackburn shook his head as he followed the hammer through the dark alleyways of the backstreet. It made him feel uncomfortable as if it were the first time Maffeo had been here. More than Maffeo, he hated all the ugly actions that the people here did to survive. But if he insisted on finding an object to blame, he found that he could not find the so-called object.

Some people like to blame others for all their misfortunes, some people like to blame all their misfortunes on the gods, and everyone thinks a little differently, but this does not hide the fact that they have committed ugly crimes. Although there is no effective remedial situation here, it is as if they are acquiesced by the gods. It made Blackburn very uncomfortable, and he felt sick and vomited at the thought of it.

"Easy, little Eugene. Think about it, what kind of guy would have these strange symptoms?" Warhammer asked, looking back.

"What guy?" Blackburn shrugged, not realizing what exactly Warhammer Finger was.

"I don't know if you've ever heard of pretenders? Warhammer spread his hands and flexed his fingers in a tooth-and-claw gesture, hoping that Blackburn would be frightened by him, but the calm reaction of the other man made him bored. "Could it be that the Order is the one who asked us to investigate?"

"That's right, but you haven't answered my question yet, have you ever heard of those guys existing?"

"Of course, the Curse of Blood, as the most terrible disease and curse that has ever spread on this continent, is recorded in almost every book on history. Blackburn said categorically.

Warhammer nodded and applauded. "Well done, sweetheart. Then I think you should also know that the Order's decision to let us investigate the remote places of Huttonmar is actually a nonsense. After all, as you can see, almost all of Hutton-Marr is under the surveillance of the Order, and possible pretenders dare not show their faces easily. Therefore, sparsely populated places must be their best umbrella. ”

"Then why do they do that, when they can spy on almost all of Huttonmar, why go to the trouble of publishing the notice to the public and then looking for the delegate?" Blackburn didn't understand.

Warhammer snapped his fingers and kicked the gravel on the ground with his shoe, muffling his voice. "Listen to me, little Eugene. Recently, some of the homeless children in the backstreets of Huttonmaar have gone missing for no apparent reason, and I think the Order should think that this incident has something to do with the pretenders. After all, when I was traveling, I once noticed that a strange organization was kidnapping some children who had lost their parents in order to perpetuate the will of a certain guy. But they can't be too blatant in their investigations, as this might alarm the pretenders lurking in Huttonmar. So you should be able to understand how to call some shields. ”

Blackburn looked at Warhammer in surprise, "Oh my God, how do you know this? And that organization, who are they?"

"It doesn't matter, little Eugene. Now I can tell you unambiguously that there is no point in our aimless search like this, and perhaps we can look into this matter from another angle. Warhammer straightened his left hand, made it into a knife shape, and slashed it into the air. "It's like cutting a cake, no matter what angle you cut it in, it won't get in the way of the final taste, right?"

"Your analogy is unique, Warhammer. ”

"Of course, I'm a genius. Genius is bound to produce the most violent explosion, and it's an exhilarating scene!Now, let's go back!" Warhammer said.

Although he was a little puzzled by Warhammer's words, Blackburn listened to Warhammer's advice and followed him back to Selia's hotel. But what made him more concerned than that was that Warhammer didn't seem to know any less than anyone in the Eagle Guild. In the past, on the West Coast, he and Marcos were often associated with another guy from the Celestial Realm. I don't know what they do or say every time they meet, but Blackburn doesn't think the three of them just get together for a drink.

After returning, Warhammer continued to talk in front of everyone, without interruption, jumping from topic to topic, and did not finish any topic in its entirety. He never seemed to care about trivial matters, so he told everyone about the commissions he had received. Aside from the guys from faraway places, the only ones who are more familiar with the Pretender are Maffeo and Marcos.

But the two chose to remain silent, or only say a few words in response, and the two were not interested in the matter of the pretender for the time being. What they have to do is not deal with these poor creatures who have suffered from the curse of blood, but to look directly at their own demons.

Maffeo sensed that someone was watching him, and in the end he realized that it was Schultz, a gaze he wanted to escape. Under the loud voice of the Warhammer, Maffeo's gaze accidentally met Schultz's, but he suddenly noticed that the little imp's face was so kind to him. Unfortunately, the other party also poured out the same feeling as Maffeo almost at the same time. Then they laughed, and laughed very happily.