The two finally had to admit that their fishing skills were indeed extremely low. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Except for the favor of the god of luck at the beginning, the two never succeeded in catching a fish anyway. There weren't even many fish to bite, which was terrible.

Luckily, the Somme perch that Maffeo had caught was enough for two of them to have lunch, and they had never thought of selling it. Eating the fish he caught himself would give Maffeo a sense of accomplishment, so he wasn't going to do that. Even though they couldn't catch more fish, it made the two happy.

"Now, I think maybe the rest of the guild will laugh at us when we go back. Marcos shrugged his shoulders and put away his tackle.

Maffeo stuck out his tongue, "They won't, trust me." ”

"Why are you so sure?" said Marcos, looking at Maffeo with interest.

"Because don't laugh at me unless they catch a fish the same size as this guy. Maffeo lifted the somme bass and grimaced as if to express his glory with this expression.

"Yes, maybe you're right. ”

The two of them walked along the lakeside to the wooden house, and before they knew it, it was already after noon. The fog is completely gone, and the monsoon no longer visits. It seems that they have come to the idea of completely enveloping this place in tranquility without saying a word, and they have done so.

The weather is getting a little hotter than it was in the morning. This was unavoidable at noon on the West Coast this season, so the two of them took off their trench coats and draped them on their shoulders casually, like those ruffians of Huttonmar, so that they didn't care about the appearance of the hell.

Marcos knocked lightly on the window of the cabin, and he could see that it was already fragile, and he didn't want to break it with too much force. After waiting for a while, there was still no response from inside the house, and Marcos did not hear any footsteps. He began to wonder if Conrad had a habit of taking a nap, or if it was simply because he didn't knock hard enough on the window, so he knocked on the window again with a little more force.

This time there was finally a response from inside the room, and Conrad's voice came from the cubicle. "Wait, it's almost there!"

"Damn, this fish is so heavy. Maffeo sighed tiredly.

"It's also a delicious fish, thank you so much, Maffeo. Marcos gloated, not at all wanting to help.

"Okay, then, how are we going to take care of it?" asked Maffeo.

Marcos replied thoughtfully, "I'd rather fry it than most restaurants on the West Coast." ”

"No, no, no, that's not tasty. Maffeo immediately disagreed.

"What's wrong? Don't you really like the fried fish at West Coast restaurants?"

"That's what the cooks are used to, so why should I imitate them?" said Maffeo.

Marcos understood what Maffeo meant, and he smiled, "I see, so you want to do it with your own craft, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"Tell me you've got something. Conrad finally came to the window.

Marcos handed the two tackles and the rest of the bait to Conrad, "Thank you. ”

"No thanks. Conrad put away the two pairs of fishing tackle, which he didn't seem to dislike at all, though they were of no use to him. Although not as meticulous as he was with his treasures, he still found a shelter for them - a long wooden box.

Maffeo excitedly displayed the sommere in front of Conrad, who no doubt looked a little surprised. To be honest, he was a rather decadent man, and he never had any hope for the two of them, he just thought it was just entertainment.

"Wow, that's a surprise to me. Conrad lit a cigarette and expressed his appreciation.

"This guy is big, isn't it?" said Maffeo with a laugh.

"Yes, so enjoy your prey. Conrad poked his head out of the window and pointed his hand in the direction for the two of them. "Follow the trail and you may find a great place to camp where you can enjoy your lunch. ”

"Thank you. ”

"Well, hopefully we'll see each other again. Marcos expressed his gratitude and held out his right hand.

Conrad hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to shake it. "Hopefully......"

As they passed the corner of the path, they looked back at Conrad's cabin, where he had left the window. For this man, the two of them have too many questions in their hearts. But today is clearly not the right to get to the bottom of things, and everyone has the right to keep their own secrets, and they only hope that the relationship with Conrad will not be as simple as a passerby.

"It's a strange person, isn't it? decadent, but with a certain degree of hidden vitality. Marcos said his thoughts, weaving from bush to bush.

Maffeo didn't reply, in fact it was very uncomfortable to carry the bass in such a narrow place, he had to be careful not to scrape the spikes of the bushes, and at the same time he had to hold the bass hard to keep it from slipping to the ground, which was terrible.

"Come on, man, you can take it easy. Marcos motioned for Maffeo to give him the fish.

After transferring the bass from his shoulder to Marcos's, Maffeo was finally able to catch his breath, which he might not have been able to breathe for if it weren't for his health. Only then did he have the time to respond to Marcos's thoughts: "I think he's at least not a bad guy anyway. ”

"Yes, what a naïve idea, it is so difficult to define such a stranger with good and bad. Marcos scoffed.

Maffeo spread his hands, "At least he doesn't have any ill will, and you know that guys who live alone in such an inaccessible position usually have very strange personalities. But as far as I can see, he's at least no different from an ordinary person. ”

"Well, at least at this point, he's not a bad person. Marcos replied perfunctorily.

After a few minutes of weaving through the bushes, the two arrived at the camping spot that Conrad had mentioned. It's actually just a small clearing surrounded by bushes, but it's more than enough to make a simple tent camp, not to mention a simple picnic for the two.

"So, let's get started. ”

"Okay. ”