Marcus propped his hands on the side of the Mogadhar's ship and looked at the blue sky in the distance with bloodshot eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He held out his ghost hand and looked at it carefully. When he thought of what Maffeo had experienced before, he would feel that the ghost hand in front of him was so unfamiliar. Why did Kazan choose him? So far, the ghosts and gods have only revealed the tip of the iceberg, both in terms of their secrets and powers.

It made him very frustrated to think about these things, so he simply retracted his ghost hand, and now he didn't want to see this kind of twisted ghost hand that shouldn't exist in this world for a long time. Yes, as I said before, it's not just people who hate and fear ghost hands, but they themselves hate and fear ghost hands. Rather than thinking about these heavy questions, Marcos's thoughts at this time were more inclined to whether to seek a solution from the GSD master after returning to Huttonmaarr. Obviously, after Maffeo went on a rampage this time, the ogre's soul was no longer functional, and the shackles were finally broken.

"What will we be like in the future......" Marcos muttered as he looked into the distance.

"What are you talking to yourself?" Fit's voice sounded coldly behind him.

Marcos turned his head and smiled ugly. "Why is your hearing so good, ma'am?"

"Do you think this kind of boring joke is funny?"

"Of course I know you're not interested in this kind of banter, and you even think it's boring. But that doesn't stop me from finding him interesting facts, isn't it?" said Marcos, spreading his hands.

Fett sighed and stopped arguing with him. "I know what you're thinking, would you like to hear my advice?"

"Say it. ”

"Back in Huttonmar, go find GSD. Fett didn't give a reason for that.

"Well, you think the same as I do, should I say that we are two hearts and minds, or are we the same kind of people?" Marcos looked at Fett's face with interest.

"Don't overthink it, it's just something that came to me out of the blue, you don't have to take it to heart. Fett then turned away, disappearing from his sight every time Marcos made too many of these boring jokes, as if her departure itself represented a protest, a protest against the boring joke.

Freya's expression when she came out of the cabin was terrible, she was very unhappy, very unhappy. And she soon found her worn, though it was the right target. She walked up to Warhammer and looked at him disapprovingly. "Warhammer, I've never seen anything worse than the cabin room of this Mogadha. Tell me, what exactly is the layout in the cabin of this Magadha for, testing the possibility of humans mutating into spiders?"

"Don't be angry, Freya. Warhammer lifted a hand and spread its fingers. "Of course I know you're worried about that blonde guy, but don't worry, no spider will be interested in him. Even at times like these, he doesn't forget to make jokes.

"It's better to be true, because I just got rid of a couple of damn mosquitoes that tried to fly on him, and it's a paradise for bugs. Freya's words were so heavy that it sounded like she was going to shred the hammer in the next second.

"Little Eugene will take care of everything, don't worry. Warhammer didn't care about Freya's almost murderous tone, and continued to manipulate Magadha seemingly nonchalantly. In fact, this time he already cared a lot about other people's feelings. For whether he came or returned, he maintained the speed of a normal Magadha.

There was no other way, she knew she couldn't change anything by complaining to Warhammer here. She swallowed, lowered her head and nodded. To her surprise, Warhammer didn't laugh wickedly like he usually did, on the contrary, he didn't look like a comical performer at all. At this moment, he seemed more calm, a kind of calm that made those who knew him feel strange.

Eventually, Freya sighed, shook her head, and walked into the cabin, where she and Blackburn had to carry Maffeo to a makeshift bed made of weeds.

Warhammer's eerie mask glowed with the icy glow of metal, and he drove Magadha absentmindedly, his eyes constantly scanning Uma and Mirna's bodies. The two men had already taken care of their wounds, and the tone in which they spoke to each other gave him a sense of calm. "What are you looking at, Warhammer?" Uma seemed to notice Warhammer.

"I don't think it's strange at all, I think you should run away like I did. Warhammer uttered something that confused Uma and Mirna.

"What's wrong with this guy today?" Mirna glared at Uma sitting next to her with her big innocent eyes, not at all like someone who had just fought the Apostle.

"Who knows......" Uma responded, but he was already thinking in his heart, he wasn't sure, so he couldn't make an inference for the time being.

There is no stranger feeling than this, and the atmosphere in Magadha is even stranger than the fear and hardship of facing the apostles. It's true that the guys who defeated the apostles didn't even look like a real victor, because they didn't get much proof of victory. The candle that Lotus left behind? Or, to put it another way, who cares about the candle? People want nothing more than the death of Rotus, and what it leaves behind, people will see it as unnecessary, along with Lotus itself.

Except for the unconscious Maffeo and Freya and Blackburn, who took care of him, all the other guys who did not have direct contact with the Apostle had more or less a little bit of their own thoughts. yes, it's time to make the next decision again. From the moment Lotus died, it was destined that everyone's journey on the West Coast had entered the countdown, but the question of what to do after returning to Huttonmarr was in everyone's minds.

Without saying a word, Finn walked over to Marcos, who was still standing on the side of the ship looking into the distance, he looked at the other man, then took two steps forward, put his hands on the side of the boat, and let himself appear in the corner of the other's eyes. "I was once in Teolles and saw a man who looked like a missionary in the square loudly slandering the image of the ghost swordsman to the people. Seriously, I was a little unconvinced. But now it seems that the guy was right. ”

Marcos didn't look away, but spoke slowly. "So at a very early age, I gave up arguing with other people, and the image that was already fixed in people's minds is very difficult for others to change. Even if you tell those people about what we've done, they'll think we have some ulterior motives. But only we can know ourselves correctly, don't we?"

"yes, that guy is tenacious, so he'll be fine. ”

"By the way, will you still stay on the West Coast?" Marcos didn't continue the conversation.

Finn looked into the distance again and shook his head. "Lotus is dead, and there is no point in me staying here any longer. I'll probably go north and go to places I've never been to before. ”

"Snowy Stone?"

"Perhaps, but the people there seem to be very repulsive to outsiders. I had only met Lehmann in the town of Rustru, so I thought maybe I could go to the Rustru Mountains and spend the winter in the cold snowy mountains. ”

"The place where Kazan was exiled is wonderful. There was a clear hint of sarcasm in Marcos's tone, and he didn't respond to Finn's joking words.

"If I find something, I'll write to you. ”

"Glad to hear you say that. ”