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"I suppose you're on a crusade against Sauta, right?" Markos still had a smile on his face.

"How do you know?" said Carl, slightly surprised.

"Well, let my sweet brother explain it to you. Marcos gestured to Maffeo to the side. At this time, Maffeo was staring at the campfire in front of him, and did not seem to hear what Marcos said, until Marcos patted him on the back vigorously. "What? Have you fallen into the realm of invisible sin?"

"Go to the land of TM. Maffeo muttered in a voice that only he could hear. Marcos repeated what he had just said, and Maffeo wiped his face, trying to bring himself back to his senses. Marcos seemed to understand something, and he tried to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

General Maffeo told Carl how he had learned about Carl's whereabouts, but instead of answering, he looked at the burning cigarette and thought about something.

"So we want to at least help you with this commission. Marcos struck himself with a knife in his back.

"I suppose you should have something else to do with me?"

"We'll talk about that until we've done this for you. ”

"Looks like you've made pretty good friends. Freya gave Carl a thoughtful expression, who didn't say anything and took the last puff of his cigarette.

"I'm glad to hear that, Miss Freya. Marcos smiled and expressed his gratitude.

Maffeo, on the other hand, was once again staring at the campfire in a daze.

The cold wind of the night was blowing on Maffeo who was asleep at this time, and the temperature difference between day and night here was so strange. During the day, the temperature here is just a little less than the fragrant cumin powder of the roasted human meat. At night, the cold temperatures can even turn a person into a popsicle.

The moonlight shone through the leaves, and Maffeo felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. He didn't seem to want to get out of his sleep, and he muttered in disgust. The hand that slapped him on the shoulder did not buy the protest, and continued to make intimate contact with his shoulder in the same rhythm as before. Maffeo opened one eye slightly, and saw a black figure standing in front of him. He raised his right hand and waved it impatiently at the shadow, as if thinking that this pointless drive would drive the shadow away from him.

"Maffeo, I have something to tell you. The shadow whispered.

"You're getting nervous, Marcos. Maffeo muttered indistinctly.

Marcos stopped flapping and began to shake Maffeo's body violently with his hands.

"God, can't I sleep in peace?" Maffeo's eyes opened listlessly, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"It's a return gift for your daytime. Marcos chuckled.

"What kind of gift in return?"

"Didn't you, man? Did you forget that you woke me up on that bench?"

"You bastard. Maffeo grabbed a pebble and threw it at Marcos.

"Come with me, be quiet, don't wake them up. Marcos waved the stone away with his hand and pointed to Carl and Freya, who were asleep.

The two of them walked a little distance to the side, and found a place with moonlight and sat down.

"What do you want to tell me?" Maffeo closed his eyes as he leaned his head against the tree behind him the moment he sat down.

"About Miss Freya......" Marcoston paused, then smiled wickedly.

The moment he heard the name, Maffeo's eyes opened, "Don't do that, Marcos. Maffeo shook his head.

"Maffeo, I really didn't expect you to be like this until now. Marcos feigned surprise.

Maffeo didn't speak, he looked a little downcast.

"God, you're 20 years old Maffeo, don't you even dare to look into a girl's eyes?"

"Please, Marcos, don't do that. Maffeo looked bitter.

"Well, even so, we remember the convent we lived in when we were kids, right? It was full of nuns, and you weren't like that back then. ”

"God Marcos, those are nuns, it's different. Maffeo struggled to argue.

"Okay man, you look really bad. Marcos shook his head a little helplessly.

"I guess that's it, Marcos. I need time, after all, you've seen more of the world than I do. ”

"You're finally admitting?" said Marcos with a chuckle.

"You won dude, I mean really. Maffeo spread his hands helplessly.

The sun shines on the face, and the fresh air of the early morning comes to the nose. After last night's conversation, Maffeo at least didn't get a relatively restful night's sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the pine forest shrouded in haze.

"Anyway, I'm grateful for your help. To be honest, I'm actually a little lost right now, and I'm not quite sure where Sauta is. Karl's voice came.

"That's fine, I know where Sauda is, I think we can get it done today. Marcos examined his sword.

"Do you want to come along, Freya?" Karl looked at Freya, who was fiddling with grenades.

"Of course, I'm not familiar with this place, and I think it would be difficult for me to get out of this forest alone. Freya shrugged.

"What's the matter, Maffeo, you're finally dreaming perfectly?" Marcos teased, which made Maffeo a little angry.

Maffeo poured a little water out of the kettle and washed his face, still muttering curses in his mouth, "Damn Marcos, smug bastard." ”

After a simple breakfast, several people embarked on the trip.

"I've actually always wanted to ask a question about this. As he walked, Marcos pulled out a piece of metal from his pocket that he had seen the night before.

"You're going to ask Freya about this. Karl glanced at him and dropped a word.

"This is a mine I used, as long as it is buried in the ground, the monster will automatically explode when you step on it. Freya explained, looking at the shards.

"Really? I think I'm in love with this mine. "Marcos looked a little happy.

"I'm sorry, I ran out last night, and I don't know if there's any material for making here. Freya apologized.

"I'm just kidding, but I'm more comfortable with this. Marcos tapped the knife behind his back.

"Are the people here better at using cold weapons?" Freya asked.

"Actually, there are only swords and magic here, and your heavenly firearms are rare among us. ”

"Speaking of which, Marcos, I've always found it weird. Carl suddenly interjected.

"What's wrong, my friend?"

"As for you and Maffeo's left hand, you seem to have been hidden in your cloak. ”

"Are you sure you want to see it?" Marcos paused.

"If it's any bad memory, please receive my apologies. ”

Instead of replying, Marcos pulled his cloak behind him, revealing his bright red ghost hands, as Maffeo was standing next to him. Carl and Freya's eyes widened, and they both felt that this seemed so unreal.

"It's really... A human arm?" Freya looked incredulous.

"Oh my God, my friend, this looks so miserable. Karl said word for word.

Marcos tells the two about Kazan's syndrome and the so-called ghost hands, and even after some explanations, the two still have trouble believing what they see with their eyes. Because in anyone's eyes, this is unimaginable doom.