Marcos had thought that the familiar aura of ghosts and gods was emitted by Maffeo, but since receiving Kazan's powers, he has often emitted something that feels extremely familiar to him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but now, he feels a little strange from it.

He slowly stopped the movement in his hand and held the unfinished wiping knife in his hand. He slowed his pace and crept to the door of the room, where he was sure the breath was coming from.

"Your vigilance is good, Marcos. A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the doorway, and Marcos's movements seemed to freeze like ice crystals.

"Master GSD?" said Marcos, his expression in disbelief.

In a moment, GSD slowly walked out of the side of the door and entered Marcos' line of sight. He smiled, but he didn't have the kindness that an old man should have. Most people thought he was a weird little old man when they saw him, and it was said that some of the people who provoked him were dragged into endless hell by the spirits.

"I guess you must have a lot of questions, right?" said GSD.

"Come on in, Master GSD. Marcos put down the knife and apologized slightly. This came as a surprise to GSD, as it seemed that the young man in front of him thought that his actions were disrespectful, even though he didn't think so. But it was clear that he was not a man who liked to comfort others with all kinds of words, so he silently entered the room, and only after Marcos closed the door did he find a bench and sit down.

Marcus put the knife back in its place, he didn't have the heart to continue to defend his weapon. GSD's appearance was too abrupt, but he believed that the other party came to the West Coast because of the ghost hand. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A cup of coffee, no sugar. "GSD will not be out of sight.

"Please wait. ”

When Marcos returned to the table with two cups of strong black coffee, GSD looked as if he had fallen asleep. But Marcos always had a strange feeling that at this moment, whether it was his movements or expressions, he was clearly captured by the other party. He gently placed a cup of coffee in front of him, he didn't call his name, he just sat back on his bench by himself.

Sure enough, GSD picked up the cup of coffee two seconds later, the corners of his mouth curling. "Sinda has reminded me many times not to drink this stuff around him, he can't stand the smell of coffee. ”

"Wow......" Marcos smiled a little awkwardly. "It was frustrating. ”

"It's okay, I'm used to his nagging. GSD took a sip of his coffee.

Marcos clutched his coffee cup in both hands, his gaze moving back and forth from the refracted light of the coffee and GSD's furrowed old face. "Excuse me. He spoke cautiously. "Did you come to the West Coast because of the Ghost Hand?"

"That's right, from the other day. The resonance of the ghost hand with the city in the sky became stronger and stronger. I think it's necessary for me to go to that place and check it out for myself, and of course, that's not to question your and Maffeo's abilities. I'm sure you've done a great job for me. GSD's answer was as expected by Marcos.

"Then I'm in a bit of trouble. Marcos whispered.

"Why do you say that?" GSD put a smile back on his face again.

"We eliminated Seghardt's guards, but we failed to open the gates of the palace. I believe Seghart is located right behind that gate, which is also the path from Sky City to the Heavenly Realm. ”

"Do you really believe that things can be so simple? I mean the way to the heavenly realm. GSD put the cup back in place and crossed his fingers on his chest.

Marcos was silent for a moment, then said, "No, I had a very brief thought before, that is, the road to the top of Sky City was completely blocked. But I can't confirm because I never got there. ”

GSD chuckled softly, "If you're struggling with the gate, then I can help you." ”

"What?" Marcos didn't react for a moment.

GSD repeated what he had just said, no doubt to Marcos' surprise. He even wanted to jump up and tell everyone he knew the good-sounding news, but he tried to restrain himself. "Is there anything you can do?"

"I think you've felt something unusual in the palace for a while. GSD smiled mysteriously.

Marcus immediately recalled the moment when Kaija suddenly appeared in the palace, and he asked, "Does that have anything to do with you?"

"I must admit that I couldn't control my manic aura, but it was because I was trying to sense the magic of that door. ”

"Wait, you mean. You discovered that door long before us?" Marcos was a little incoherent. "How did you find the gate through those puppets, and didn't the Heavenly Exorcist attack you?"

"Celestial Destroyer, interesting, is that what you call it?" GSD laughed. "I didn't reach the gate before you, but I did cause the aura that affected the spirits. ”

"If that's the case, then I think I've figured out one thing that's been settled. Marcos muttered to himself.

GSD stood up suddenly, looking down at Marcos, who was still seated, unable to react. "If we can, I think we can leave tomorrow. It's always quicker to find the answer yourself than someone else to tell you, isn't it?"

Marcos slowly stood up on the arm of the bench, and if he didn't, he might have collapsed to the ground at some sudden and unbelievable move. "Yes, of course, I ...... It's a pleasure to be able to work alongside you. ”

"Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for you at the gate of the Academy of Magic. It is said that the teleportation magic circle can easily reach the castle in the sky, and I don't want to climb that high staircase again. GSD did what he had always liked to do, stroking the hilt of his sword behind him. Marcos froze and forgot to say hello to GSD. By the time he came back to his senses, the other party had already left the room.

Marcos didn't know what to do at this point, he wanted to inform his companions of the situation, and he wanted to catch up and ask the GSD master what was going on. But in the end, he just sat down again and continued the work he had failed to complete to maintain the weapon. He didn't know exactly why he continued to do this, but he believed that things would soon have a result.