For the first time, Maffeo got up early, and got out of bed just as the sky was revealing his white belly. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info thinking about last night's incident, he couldn't help but feel a headache. Last night, he asked Marcos about the situation on the side of the Revolutionary Army, but Marcos only told him a cursory part, but Maffeo could sense that Marcos did not tell him everything. But through Marcos's narration, Maffeo still got a general idea of the situation.

All in all, this matter has to do with the Empire again, and there is an Legion of Sacred Oracles that came out of nowhere, although they have the same position as the Revolutionary Army, but judging from the solemn expression of Marcos last night, this group of guys also has an unknown side. According to Marcos, the burly man was a member of the Legion of Oracles, and it was clear from the tavern that the fellows of the Legion were somewhat similar to the Empire.

Maffeo washed up and left the hotel, where Marcos was still asleep in bed before he left. This is a different style from his usual style, and he is usually up at this time. Maybe it's because Umma's side hasn't done it yet, and the Academy of Magic has been busy sorting out the situation for the past two days and doesn't have time to deal with them. What's more, for the behemoth of Sky City, a few people in the Eagle Guild are really an insignificant existence, and the academy needs more people to help them.

The west coast was much liver in the early morning than Huttonmar, and the sailors began their day's routine again, and the merchants had prepared their shops while the travelers' carriages awaited the quiet stop at the border of the town.

After a few slices of toast, Maffeo came to a stable at the border, and the owner of the stable greeted him with drooping eyelids, "Do you need horses?"

"Yes. ”

The owner of the stables still drooped his eyelids, he didn't look like he had slept well, poor fellow. Still, this did not prevent him from enthusiastically introducing Maffeo to a variety of horses of various breeds, which made Maffeo listen to it loudly.

"I need a fast horse that will be able to reach Huttonmar in about half a day. Maffeo asked directly in this simple way.

The owner of the stable hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't hear what Maffeo was saying, the latter repeated again, he quickly touched his head, and then pointed to a pure black horse next to him and whispered: "This is a horse from the Delos Empire, the fastest among the horses I have here, and it is not a problem to reach Huttonmar in half a day." "He looks too sneaky.

Maffeo asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

The owner of the stables waved his hand anxiously, "Be quiet, this guest." ”

"What's wrong?"

The owner of the stables leaned into Maffeo's ear and whispered, "This kind of horse will only be used by the army and nobles in the Delos Empire, and generally will not flow into the people. ”

Maffeo already understood what he meant: "You mean this horse was smuggled from the Empire?"

He nodded, and cautiously glanced around.

After pondering for a moment, Maffeo took out a bag of gold coins from his pocket, from which he took out about 200 gold coins and pressed them into the stable owner's hand: "Can you tell me a little more details?" ”

The owner of the stable looked at the 200 gold coins in his hand with some surprise, and then looked warily at Maffeo in front of him, who pretended to be harmless to humans and animals, as a way to show that he had no malicious intent.

As the saying goes, his eyes began to shine: "I think this money may not be enough." ”

Maffeo had expected him to say this, and he took out 300 gold coins from his gold coin bag and pressed them to his hand: "If there are too many, I will be very embarrassed." With that, Maffeo squeezed the palm of the stable's master vigorously, and the latter let out a soft snort.

"Enough, enough. The owner of the stables smiled. "Actually, this horse was smuggled by the privateers of the Empire. Don't look at them under the banner of the Empire, in fact, they have done a lot of bad things like this, after all, those guys turned out to be pirates. It's just that in order to save his life, he accepted the imperial treaty. They are, so to speak, a group of people who can do pirate business in the open. Of course, it was absolutely not permissible to raid the ships of the Empire. ”

Maffeo quipped, "Interesting, anything else?"

"Sir?" the owner of the stables knew what Maffeo was asking, but he was still playing dumb, he just wanted to get more money this way.

"I think our deal was perfect. Maffeo smiled and gritted his teeth.

"That's right, sir. The owner of the stables hurriedly accompanied him with a smile on his face. "The privateers haven't been to the West Coast lately, and it is said that a nobleman from the Empire has come here, and his prestige is not small. Imperial ships have blocked most of the routes to the west coast, and the remaining routes that can be navigated will have to be checked before they can continue sailing. ”

"Do you know who it is?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I really don't know about this, I'm just a businessman after all. ”

In any case, this is very important information for Maffeo, and it seems that Kakun's affairs will have to wait, and Maffeo thinks so that he prepares to leave.

"Aren't you renting a horse?" said the owner of the stable, apparently unwilling to pass up any opportunity to make money.

"Sorry, next time. Maffeo waved his hand, then walked briskly towards the hotel.

When he pushed the door open, Marcos sat up from the bed, looked at Maffeo, who had hurried in, and teased, "What's the matter, brother, have you been protected by the gods today? ”

Maffeo ignored his teasing, and sat down to tell Marcos what he had just received. The latter stopped teasing, and he realized that Maffeo would not be boring enough to tease himself with such a lie, and his expression became grim: "You mean that a nobleman of great prestige in the Empire has come to the West Coast, and they will not hesitate to block most of the shipping routes at great cost?"

"That's right. ”

Marcos pondered for a moment, "If that's the case, then I think the Revolutionary Army should be happy to hear this." ”

"Do you want to go along?" said Maffeo, straining slightly.

"Of course, wait for me for a while. ”

When the two of them approached the Sage's Horn, Sherlock was here to talk to the owner of the port shop about the business, and he quickly caught Maffeo's figure.

"Mr. Fry, I wonder how you are doing with the apology letter?" Sherlock's voice sounded coldly behind the two of them.

"Sherlock?" said Maffeo, turning.

"Apology letter, what apology letter?" Marcos was confused.

"If you don't send an apology, then I don't think I can get you Shears' dress. Do your best, Mr. Fry, and I'll be back on the West Coast tomorrow. Sherlock smiled slyly and walked back to the shop to continue their business with the boss as if they had never been seen before.

Maffeo was a little embarrassed, it seemed that this matter was about to be pierced, to be precise, it had already been pierced.

"Hey, dude, I think you're hiding something from me. Marcos's voice rang out.

Maffeo sighed and told Marcos all about Selia's letter and Kakun's commission.

"It's just a simple thing, why didn't you tell me sooner? Maybe I could help you. Marcos spread his hands.

"Do you have any good ideas?" said Maffeo, intrigued.

Marcos stopped Maffeo's slightly excited movements: "That old goblin man is still here, and you don't forget what we're here for." I'll tell you what to do when that's done. Marcos gave a sly smile.

Maffeo looked at the smile, and he thought Sherlock might be out of luck.