More than two months have passed since the Empire's invasion, and Huttonmar has returned to its former bustling scene. I have to say that the people here do love Queen Descady www.biquge.info, even though she doesn't have much real power. But for the people here, she is the symbol of the Duchy of Belmar.

The days seemed to be back on track, and Maffeo looked at the peaceful scene, and a feeling of enjoyment came from the depths of his heart. Whether it's fate or sorrow, at least for now, Maffeo can leave these things behind completely.

What to do next is still undecided, but Maffeo is sure that time will give him the answer he wants.

Although the unrest never goes away, they penetrate deep into people's lives, creeping into their hearts under the shadows. In any case, when it faintly attacks, inexplicable irritability will come to people.

Marcos handed the cold glass of orange juice to Fit, who was sitting on the bench, who took it and thanked him.

Although Marcos has not yet decided what to do next, at least there is a general direction.

Marcos sat next to Fett, who had always wanted to know about her past, though the other had kept silent every time.

"I've never seen the swordsmanship you've used, what is it?" Marcos asked, trying to do it differently, though he didn't hold out much hope.

"Swordsmanship. Fett replied briefly.

"Sounds weird. Marcos shrugged, he hadn't heard of this kind of swordsmanship.

"Do you think so too?" said Fitt, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Marcos seemed to see Fett's expression, and he hurriedly said, "No, no, no, I'm just curious." ”

Fett drank orange juice and didn't continue the conversation with Marcos.

Embarrassment filled the two of them at this moment, although it was only Marcos himself who felt the embarrassment, he sorted out his mood, and then continued to speak: "So, how old are you?"

"Does that matter?"

"I just wanted to help you. ”

Fett hesitated for a moment, then put the glass of orange juice aside and said slowly, "I'm 18 years old. ”

Hearing this, Marcos directly squirted out a mouthful of orange juice that had just been in his mouth, which also made the passers-by around look at him with strange eyes.

"Are you kidding?"

"Am I kidding?" said Fit, staring at Marcos with a blank expression.

"Well, that's amazing. Marcos wiped the orange juice off his clothes and muttered to himself.

"What about you, why are you a ghost swordsman?" Fett asked.

"I don't think it's up to me to decide, those damn ghosts come to the door on their own, what can I do?" Marcos smiled helplessly.

"You don't have a choice. ”

"Exactly. ”

Marcos glanced at Maffeo not far away, who was arguing with the object of the commission, a simple commission, but stuck in a loop because of the reward. Both sides believe that they are right, and this pointless dispute does nothing to solve the problem.

As the church bells ring, noon arrives, and in the summer it is not as hot as you might expect in Huttonmar, so it may be a good idea to sit on a bench and enjoy the sun once in a while.

"So, you're fighting for justice?" Marcos asked a question from the bottom of his heart, and one he himself wanted to get answered.

"Fight for survival. Fett replied.

"You may not want to get involved in the war, but the war has been preempted. ”

"If the empire has decayed, if we are so-called heretics, then why can't we use swordsmanship to fight for so-called justice?"

"That's too vague, I mean justice, it doesn't have a clear boundary or definition. ”

"Maybe you're right, but at least for the Empire, there's only that damn interest. Fett gritted her teeth, the intense hatred that permeated her words.

"Since I have reached an agreement with your revolutionary army, then we are allies, not to mention that you should also be a member of the Eagle Guild, our partner. Marcos laughed.

Fett didn't continue, the word companion was both familiar and foreign to her, she had experienced too many things that she shouldn't have experienced at her age, which also made her lock her inside, maybe only companion was the key to open that lock.

Marcos did not continue this heavy topic, people always look to the bright side, even if the darkness comes here, even if there is no light, then it is possible to rush out of this chaos, as long as the brave heart still exists.

It was time to decide, and the next path to take, after the darkness and war. Opportunities always appear inadvertently, large and small questions fill people's hearts, and the answer is always the most desired thing.

Huttonmar's square is always so lively, with six figures blending in with the crowd coming and going. The majestic church stands in front of the six, and its solemnity and sacredness are unreservedly revealed through its appearance.

Remidia is above, may God's blessings be with the people.

This is the favorite phrase of the clergy, although some people will scoff at these almost lethargic statements.

"I think it's time to decide. Marcus gazed at the cathedral.

"About what?" asked Maffeo, for whom Marcos always liked to pretend to be mysterious.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know, great Lord Marcos. Maffeo mimicked Marcos' teasing tone.

"Here we go again. Freya sighed.

"They're really happy. Camille answered.

Carl smoked a cigarette and put his hands in his pockets, he was used to this kind of routine. Besides, he is not a man of many words, he pays more attention to practical actions than nonsense. Fett, on the other hand, looked at the two who were about to quarrel with some puzzlement, which was very strange to her.

"Maffeo is a crying little bastard, and every time he goes to the nuns to complain about me. Marcos attacked Maffeo mercilessly.

"Damn Marcos always breaks things and obediently loses money. Maffeo also attacked Marcos without restraint.

"That's your gospel, Maffeo"

"That's your luck, Marcos. ”

"So?"

"What?"

"Who gets to the top of the cathedral first?"

"Let's go. Maffeo began to gallop with his pace, and he began to play tricks again.

"It's me who wins this time, don't be complacent. Marcos chased after him with a fist.

"Well, these two ......" Freya helped her forehead.

"Aren't you happy?" said Camilli smiled as she looked at the two of them in the distance.

In the warm sunshine, the road ahead has quietly emerged in the hearts of everyone unconsciously......