Time is a snake that devours its own tail, and people are in it, but they never know what is the beginning and what is the end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWinter snowflakes are scattered in the sky, and everything here is dressed in white, even though the style here is originally white.

The snowflakes gradually fell on the golden hair and turned into a puddle of pure water. A hand wiped the water off his head, as if in protest against the unauthorised stay. The white heat exhaled from his mouth, and the boy rubbed his face with his hands, as if he felt the cold chill in this winter day.

The expression of incomprehension hung on the faces of the passers-by, not puzzled by the winter, but by the endless heavy snow.

"I've lived here for so many years, and this year is the first time I've seen snow here. A sigh rang out in the boy's ears.

"Shut up, my ears are freezing out!" a grumbling voice followed.

The boy didn't seem interested in the meaningless conversation, yawned and dragged himself on.

In the past, it was almost impossible to see the snow of this year's snow in Huttonmar, surrounded by desert, and snow was a long way away. Maybe it's because of the anomaly, but all in all, the weather this winter is really strange for people here.

The slightly tired pace stopped at the door of a storefront, and when I looked up, a sign came into view - Moonlight Tavern. The boy sighed, then stepped forward and pushed open the door to the tavern.

Footsteps rattled on the wooden floor, orange lights flickered on and off, and the noise followed. The strong smell of alcohol penetrated the boy's nostrils, and the boy seemed to be disgusted by the smell, and he put his hand in front of his nose and waved it to get rid of the uncomfortable smell.

"You're finally here, Maffeo. A familiar voice rang out, and the boy looked away, as Marcos was swallowing a mouthful of rum into his stomach.

"Damn, Marcos, I haven't slept enough. Maffeo squirmed slowly, dragging him out of the bench, his whole body almost glued to it.

"Would you like something to drink?" said Marcos with a chuckle.

"I don't want to drink anything, I just want to sleep a little longer. Maffeo's eyelids drooped.

"Please, man, Carl and Freya are commissioned, I'm bored by myself. ”

"Speaking of which, what have you been up to these days?" said Maffeo, almost squeezing the words out of his mouth.

"Regarding the guild commission, after this matter is settled, we don't have to go to the city hall to receive the commission. ”

"What's that guy's name, Boken?"

"That's right, damn weirdo, that guy doesn't talk more than five words per meeting. Marcos said with a slightly annoyed expression.

Maffeo yawned, then rested his head on the table, a wave of drowsiness welling up.

"Hey, hey, don't fall asleep. Marcos slapped Maffeo on the head hard.

"God, you won, I mean really. But please let us out, okay? It's so warm that I want to sleep while sitting here. ”

"Wise decision. Marcos had a triumphant look on his face.

Marcos pushes the money in front of Sothia, the proprietress of the place, who is always dressed in a red evening gown and, most notably, with her pointed ears, who is said to be a real elf. "Are you satisfied, Marcos?" said a slightly seductive voice.

"I have to say that since I came here, I don't want to go to any other tavern, the wine here is so delicious!"

"So, this is the first time I've seen that child, is it your friend?" Socia pointed her slender finger at Maffeo.

"He's my brother, but he doesn't drink, doesn't that sound decaying?" Marcos said.

"That's not necessarily a bad thing. Sosiya said with some meaning.

"Anyway, I've got to go, and I think I'm going to look forward to the next time I'm here. ”

Pushing open the door, a gust of cold wind slapped directly on the faces of the two of them, and the piercing skin ached. Several small black-robed men with hurried expressions passed in front of the two of them, and the staff floating behind them informed them of the identity of the magician. The surrounding temperature had dropped below freezing, and the ground in front of the two of them was covered with a layer of ice.

Maffeo frowned, he didn't remember that the ground was frozen when he arrived. Marcos crouched down and touched the frozen ground with his hand, his expression a little grim.

"Damn, there's a magic in this ice. Marcos began.

"What do you mean?" Maffeo crouched down as well, surveying the ground.

"Did you see those magicians? They're probably related to this. Marcos pointed in the direction the magicians had gone.

"Shall we follow them?"

"That's exactly what I thought. ”

The two of them quickly kept up with the magician who was about to disappear from their sight, and I have to say that the magician's vigilance is indeed very high, and when the two of them have tried their best to hide themselves, they have almost been discovered several times. Crossing a few streets, the magicians stopped in front of a slightly isolated alley. Only one of them entered, while the rest quickly stood in their positions and watched in all directions where they might be, scanning passers-by with a sharp gaze to warn them not to approach.

On the rooftop, Maffeo and Marcos crouched down, listening to the movement in the alley.

"There's no time left, Krach has gone mad, her magic has affected Hutton Marr, we can't wait any longer. An anxious voice sounded in the alley.

"Have you confirmed her location?" an older voice responded to him.

"There is no teacher yet, but after investigation we found out that she is most likely in the Gran Forest. The anxious voice turned to caution.

"I need to go back to the West Coast to inform ......," the older voice paused, then looked up at the rooftop.

"What's the matter, Teacher?" the young magician was a little strange.

"You're being followed, Uma! Catch them, right on the roof. The older magician yelled at the magician outside the alley, then pointed his staff towards the roof.

"I'm going to have a rooftop parkour. Marcos whistled.

"Run, man!" said Maffeo, who quickly turned and began to run.

The two of them shuttled on the roof, the cold wind kept pouring into their mouths, the snowflakes slapped on their faces, and everything seemed so cold.

"Damn, all this snow is running to my mouth. Maffeo grumbled.

"Alright man, if you don't want to be caught by the magicians, then you'd better not stop. Marcos jumped onto another roof.

After nearly half the rooftops of Hutton Marr, the magicians had given up the chase. The two of them gasped, wiping the sweat from their faces on this winter day.

Descending to the ground, the two found a bench and sat down.

"They mean, Carat... Clach, who is that?" Maffeo gulped down.

"Sounds like a magician. Marcos tapped his boots against the frozen ground.

"What a damn magician can influence Huttonmar in Glen Mori. ”

"Anyway, at least we know where this weird weather is coming from. ”

"What a terrible day, first old Mr. Edward told me that you were waiting for me in the tavern, that I went to the damn tavern and was beaten up by you, and now I was inexplicably chased all over the city by the magician. "Maffeo was a little dissatisfied.

Marcos thought it was amused for a moment, and although he covered his mouth, he laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Maffeo nudged him.

"Well, dude, I'm sorry......" Marcos was already laughing and covering his stomach.

Back at the guild, Marcos was still smiling, and Maffeo on the side could only spread his hands helplessly. This also caused Carl and Freya, who had returned to the guild after completing the commission, to look at the two of them with strange expressions.

"Welcome back, you look happy. Edward took two cups of hot water and placed them on the table.

"Thank you, old sir. My sweet brother is ......," Marcos couldn't help but laugh again.

"Damn bastard......" Maffeo cursed quietly, holding the cup of hot water in his hands.

"Don't tease him, Marcos, he looks pathetic. Freya pursed her lips and smiled.

"Well, Miss Freya has spoken, and I won't tease you. Marcos patted Maffeo on the head, but couldn't hide his smile.

"Thank you... Freya, you're a ...... Good. Maffeo blushed a little, he still didn't dare to look Freya in the eye. The latter looked at him and shook his head helplessly.

Marcos took a few sips of hot water, then told Carl and Freya what had just happened.

"Are you saying that the weather is not a natural phenomenon, but a man-made phenomenon?" Karl asked.

"Yes, it's a magician, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"I don't want to deal with those guys. Maffeo muttered.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to deal with those guys. Marcos looked at Maffeo.

"What? Are you out of your head? Have you forgotten that we were being chased around by them?"

"Don't get excited, take it easy. Not for the time being, after all, I haven't finished my business at Bokenna. Marcos grimaced at him.

Maffeo shook his head, as if sensing that he was being teased again.