When the sun pierced through the clouds and dispersed the fog, it seemed that both glory and sorrow were gone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of striking iron gradually fell silent, Linus looked at the door in surprise and surprise at the door that had been blocked by the human figure, Marcos made a triumphant gesture and stood at the door, facing Linus and the others with a smile.

Linus stepped forward, and the two shook hands in what seemed to be a bit of a tacit understanding, followed by a brief hug. "Looks like you've been disappointed. Marcos smiled a little slyly.

"I'd love to see you shatter my bastard's thoughts. Linus laughed. "Boy, do you want me to help you look at the wounds on your body?"

Marcos hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, no, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." ”

"Well, you're still the same, and it looks like maybe my bastard's idea will come true?"

"You're going to lose to me again. Marcos lightly hammered Linus.

Kakun stepped forward and patted Marcos on the shoulder, somewhat nonchalantly. "I'm kind of a fan of you outsiders now. ”

"You will. Marcos grimaced.

Stopping his quarrel with the lovely blacksmiths, Marcos pulled the dragon-slaying knife from his belt. In any case, his expression was very serious now, and no one would doubt that he would make a cold joke at such a time.

"As the temporary owner of this knife, I think it's time to return it. Marcos handed the handle face to Linus.

Linus was a little surprised anyway, this knife was originally intended to be given to Marcos to use against those dragons, which means that the knife itself should belong to Marcos, not to mention that he has now used this knife to kill Lucas.

"You can leave this sword, child, it's your glory. ”

Marcos shook his head, "There is no shortage of cursed people on this continent, and you know a lot more people than I do. Marcos looked at the dragon slayer in his hand. "I think the magic aura in this knife can not only deal with those dragonmen, but the magic aura it contains can even easily deal with many monsters on this continent that are not too strong. ”

Linus was a little confused, he didn't understand what Marcos was trying to say. "Child, forgive me for not understanding, this is meant to belong to you. ”

"I remember there was a kid in the Elvin Line named John Seddle. ”

"You said that kid, he's just like you and Maffeo. Linus nodded.

"He's probably going to need the knife, and for me, that's all I can do. "Marcos was more serious than anyone else when he got serious.

Rinus took the dragon slayer after much hesitation, and it was lucky to be unscathed in the fierce battle with Lucas, which seemed to prove the skill of the blacksmith who made it. But Linus didn't know why, he didn't feel proud to see this, but had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Thank you again. Marcos bowed slightly in respect.

"I'll give this knife to that kid. Linus gave the most reassuring answer to Marcos.

When the Academy of Magic learned of the murder of Lucas, they seemed to be eager to summon the warrior who had killed Lucas. But that was rejected by Marcos, partly because the wounds on his body did not allow him to do too much, and on the other hand, he was a little jealous of Gillens in the academy. As for Fett, she simply ignored the summons of the Academy of Magic, which didn't make sense to her.

That night, Maffeo, who had not been seen since Marcos and the others had returned during the day, finally returned to the hotel, and he seemed happy, but a little angry, which caused his expression to be very strange and funny.

"Oh, my dear Maffeo. You know, when I came back, it was so sad to see that you didn't come to greet me. Marcos immediately pretended to be in pain when he saw Maffeo pushing the door in.

Naturally, Maffeo would not be deceived by him, "You have succeeded, God. He shook the dust off his cloak.

"Tell me you brought something good. Marcos saw at a glance the bottle of wine that Maffeo was carrying.

Maffeo took off his cloak and threw it casually on the bed, then dragged a bench and sat down by the fireplace. "Damn, it's cold. ”

Marcos walked slowly to the fireplace and crouched down to look at the flames in the fireplace. "What's wrong?"

"Hey, dude, I have something for you. Maffeo handed the bottle to Marcos.

"I've seen ...... a long time ago," Marcos choked as he took the bottle and looked at it, the name clearly on the bottle that caught his eye - Drake Champagne. "Damn, I think I'm going to have to call you a cute baby. ”

"It cost me a lot of money. Maffeo spread his hands.

Marcos simply laughed, "Hey, anyway, I appreciate you." ”

"That's right, you should thank me. ”

Marcos couldn't wait to uncork the bottle, then took out a wine glass and poured half a glass and drank it. Maffeo looked at him and shook his head with a smile.

"What about the great heroine?" said Maffeo, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"You said Fett Vera was very worried about her, so you know, she went to the Sage's Trumpet. Marcos took another sip. "It was perfect. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay. ”

The midnight moonlight shone on the roof of the hotel, and a black figure sat alone on the roof against the cold wind in the middle of the night. He looked a little miserable, and the reason for that was only because of his ghostly hands, which were constantly emitting a black aura outward. They are furious and greedy, believing that if the clergy felt the breath, they would not hesitate to shout that this is the nature of what is called evil.

"Haha, I'm very satisfied today. Keja's grim voice sounded coldly behind Marcos.

Marcos didn't pay attention to it, he just stared at his ghostly hand, a strange ghostly inscription neatly carved into his ghost's hand along what seemed to be a predetermined track.

"Well, I wonder what your final fate will be?" said Kaija's voice without a trace of emotion, as if someone else's fate was just an insignificant existence.

Those ghost and god inscriptions were gradually carved, and the violent black ghost and god aura disappeared into the invisible air with the inscription carving, and Marcos felt as if he had been liberated at this time. When he carved the inscription, the burning sensation that spread from the ghost's hand to his whole body almost made him feel painful. He gasped and glanced at his ghost hands, the ghost inscriptions already occupying a third of his arms. As he uses the ghosts and gods more often, these inscriptions increase with the number of times. As for what will happen after the inscription spreads throughout his arm, Marcos is unclear for the time being. But he could feel that it must not be a good thing.

"That guy has been a little upset lately?" said Keja circled around Marcos's body.

"Who do you mean?" replied Marcos, wrapping the bandages around the ghost's hands.

"Carlo!" said Keja, leaning into Marcos' ear.

"Is it hungry?" said Marcos, sneering.

Keja returned to Marcos once more, "After seeing the young lady's magic sword, it became even more nervous. ”

"I'll let it come out to breathe. After Marcos finished speaking, he didn't wait for Kaija to reply, and immediately relocated the suppressor to the ghost's hand.

Kaija faded into the void, the eerie smile still on its face.