By the time Maffeo walked out of the guild, it was completely dark, and Maffeo walked as he walked, unable to detach his thoughts from the old man's story. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The old man's name is Edward Sardin. In the faint light of the candle, the old man told him the story of his son, who was no longer alive, and perhaps by fate, the old man's son was swallowed by fate and disappeared into this world. And this has become the biggest pain in the life of the elderly.

Maffeo looked at his ghost hand and wondered: what is fate?, and at the same time he thought of the old man's son, whose name was Mahad Sartin. Like Maffeo and Marcos, Mahad was a man cursed by fate, and Kazan's syndrome caused his left hand to become extremely twisted and swollen, and his blood-red arm seemed to tell of his unbearable fate.

The struggle against fate was long and torturous, and although Mahad was disgusted and ostracized by many, he always lived with an optimistic attitude. He also had a dream - to establish an adventurer's guild. Mahad had a passion for exploring the unknown, and he made a living from adventures. Perhaps most adventurers are just there to earn wealth and prestige, but that's not what Mahad wants, what he enjoys is the process of adventure.

Mahad has always wanted to visit all the places on the continent, and if he can, he even wants to explore the legendary celestial realm and the mysterious demon realm. His father, the old man, Edward Sardin, was worried about his son, but he was quite sympathetic to his dream. So he was worried, but he didn't stop his son. Before leaving, Mahad made a black flag with his own hands and said to his father: "Daddy, when I come back, I will establish a guild to fulfill my dream, and when the time comes, I will let the black flag fly over this street." Edward nodded in satisfaction.

Ten years passed after that, and yes, Mahad went out for ten years and never came back. At first, Edward would receive letters from his son, but after one day Mahad never sent back. Until one day, ten years later, a stranger handed a letter to Edward. Edward was so disturbed that he opened the letter tremblingly, and when he learned its contents, Edward was devastated. Somewhere in the north, Mahad fights monsters, and because he fails to control the rampaging aura of the ghosts, he is dragged into the endless abyss by the ghosts. Edward realized that his son would never return.

Edward was disheartened, and after a period of depression, one day Edward hung the black flag on the roof, and later he found someone to make a house number, perhaps deliberately, Edward only wrote the word guild at the end of the sign. Maybe he wants to help his son realize his dream, or maybe he just thinks about his son.

"Looks like your expedition is over. When Maffeo came to his senses, Marcos was standing in front of him.

"Marcos, I feel like I have a purpose. ”

"Really, tell me about it. "Marcos was in high spirits.

Maffeo told Marcos the story the old man told him, and Marcos looked thoughtful, "You're right, so, what do you think?"

"Let the black flag fly!" said Maffeo held out his right hand. Marcos smiled slightly, and in understanding, he stretched out his right hand to give Maffeo a high-five.

At night, Hutton Marr is lit by the street lamps lit by magic, and the people who come and go are a little tired. Carl strolled down the street, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette. Strange and familiar at the same time, in this world below, Carl felt that his existence was so marginalized. Before he knew it, Carl was in front of Kelly's house. He seemed to be discovering now that there was only one place to go in this strange place, Kelly.

He knocked on the door, "Come in yourself." Kelly's voice came from inside the room.

Carl pushed open the door and walked in, "You know it's me?"

"Otherwise, very few people will come to visit me here. Kelly smiled, as if the unhappiness of the day had vanished.

"I was wrong, I think I'm a little bit excited. Karl said.

"It doesn't matter, after something like that, it's nothing. ”

"Thank you for your understanding. ”

"If you haven't eaten yet, there's still a few more. Kelly gestured to the table, where there were still a few slices of bread and cheese.

"No, thank you. ”

"You decide. With that, Kelly sat down and fiddled with a pile of materials.

"I need some supplies. Carl found a chair and sat down.

"Don't tell me your gun is broken. ”

"In fact, my gun did break, and it was completely scrapped in a battle just before I fell into the sea of sky. ”

"I don't have a good revolver for you to use. ”

"It doesn't need to be too good, as long as it's a revolver. ”

Kelly got up and walked to the back of the room and retrieved two silver revolvers. The two revolvers were so worn-out that the muzzle crosshairs were even worn off. "I've only got this, are you sure you're going to use this?" Kelly handed the revolver to Carl.

"No problem, besides, do you still have bullets?" Karl took the revolver, pulled out the two scrapped revolvers, and inserted the revolver that Kelly had given him back into his waist. Kelly pulled out a small bag from the pile of boxes again, "Take it, I only have so much, I haven't fought for a long time, in fact I'm tired of it." ”

"Thank you. Carl took the bullet pouch and tied it around his waist.

"Nothing, what are you going to do while you're here for now?" asked Kelly.

"I want to find some place to hone my fighting skills again, I haven't pulled the trigger in a long time. ”

"Go to the bulletin board at the town hall, where there are usually commissions to clean up monsters, and you can make some money, which you can't do without in an unfamiliar place. ”

"Thank you for the information, I think it's time for me to go back. ”

"Do you live in a hotel?"

"It's right behind the market area. ”

"I think I'll see you sometime. ”

Karl didn't reply, he got up and just waved and walked straight out of the room. Kelly picked up the two discarded revolvers on the table and looked at them for a moment before muttering, "If possible, it can still be fixed." “

There was a dawn on the horizon, and the crimson sun slowly rose. Belmar in the morning is energized for a new day, and after the quiet of the evening, the hustle and bustle is once again ushered in. Edward Satin got up slowly, and after a short wash, he thought it was time to soak up the sun. He walked slowly to the door on crutches, he pushed it open, and a breath of fresh air that belonged to the morning came to his face. As if it was because of his old age, Edward felt that the early morning light did not seem to be shining. When he fixed his eyes, two young men in armor and a half-shoulder cloak over their left shoulder stood in front of him—Maffeo and Marcos.

"You're the young man from yesterday. Edward said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, this is my friend Marcos. Maffeo smiled and pointed at Marcos.

"I beg your pardon if my friend was disrespectful yesterday, as he always was. Marcos smiled.

"Get out of here, Marcos. Maffeo gritted his teeth and whispered back at Marcos.

"Is there anything wrong with you? I remember telling you the story about this place yesterday. ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, then revealed the ghost's hand under the half-shoulder cape.

"You two ......?" Edward was a little surprised.

"We, like your son, are cursed by fate. Marcos said.

"This young man named Maffeo knew he had ghost hands, but I didn't expect his friends to be like him. Edward was still surprised.

"So we want the black flag to fly!" Maffeo pointed to the black flag standing on the roof.

Edward's godless eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, yes, he thought of his deceased son. "Young people, dreams are beautiful, but let the past pass. Although Edward said this, there was a little turmoil in his heart.

"We want to fulfill your son's unfulfilled wish, and that is our wish, and since an unfortunate fate has befallen us, why can't we move forward with our own wish?" said Maffeo. Edward shed two lines of old tears, and he muttered, "Mahad, I hope you can see it!" Edward wiped his cloudy tears with his calloused hands, "Thank you, brave young man, I think you will be able to fulfill your wishes, and also fulfill the wishes of my son." ”

Maffeo and Marcos looked at each other and smiled.

In any case, the most important thing at the moment is to renovate the house. Edward's savings were not much, but the two of them were not going to let the poor old man pay for it, so they decided to take on some commissions to make some money. Before leaving, Edward also made a special admonition, and the two knew in their hearts that Edward did not want his son's tragedy to happen to him again.

No matter what time of year, Huttonmar's City Hall is so lively. It was both the political center of the principality and a place where adventurers and aspirants received commissions. It's just that the Duchy Commissioner who was sitting next to the bulletin board was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and his eyes were crowded with adventurers who had come to hand in the commission. Behind him was a large chest with rewards for those who completed the commission. There's a lot of stuff in it, including gold coins and some common materials. Of course, rarer items should be less likely to be in it.

"Looks like it's going to take a lot of effort to squeeze in. Maffeo muttered.

"Go, Maffeo!" Marcos nudged him.

"Why don't you go? You're a lot more experienced than I am. ”

"Maffeo, it's time for you to do something on your own, I do have combat experience, but you have to grow a little bit yourself. Marcos shrugged.

"You're right. With that, Maffeo began his crowded journey.