As for Mr. Carter, the many ways Warhammer had prepared to fix him were useless, as he now had a clearer goal. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Mr. Carter's situation is not even a middleman, and he has no extra value for Warhammer to focus all his attention on him. But one thing is for sure, when it's all over, he'll let that scum Carter stay in the Principality prison for the rest of his life - the most merciful ending he could ever think of for Mr. Carter.

Something of value and something of no value, Warhammer likes to use this phrase to describe children who are sold as commodities. They are pitiful, and at the same time they may become the hope of the future, and they may become another scumbag of the future. But it was clearly incorrect to erase hope, and he hated the scum in the backstreets so much that he now thought about razing it to the ground all the time.

"Hey, Warhammer, you seem to be busy lately, is that about the Order's commission?" asked Maffeo.

Warhammer looked up, "You didn't let Frederick get involved in this matter, so I guess you'd better not get involved either." He also seemed to be resentful that Maffeo had not allowed Schultz to play with him, which he had in mind, and that was the case, even though it was inexplicable to Maffeo.

"Please, Warhammer, don't do that. Blackburn reproached.

"Little Eugene, don't forget that you're on my side. Warhammer didn't even look at him, just stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Do you have to take different sides between us, do you want to put everyone who disagrees with you on your side?" Blackburn didn't understand what Warhammer was thinking at this point, and he was a little annoyed.

"There are no positions, no opposites, and no guys who disagree with me, everything is a lie. The warhammer held a screw and swung it slowly in mid-air, deliberately in a sad tone.

"That guy is here again. Maffeo smiled awkwardly at old Edward, who suddenly wanted to know what the old man thought of Warhammer.

"He's an interesting fellow......" laughed Edward Sr., and that was what he said about Warhammer, though it surprised Maffeo a bit, as he thought that a strange man like Warhammer would make Old Edward want to stay away from him. But the young man seemed to have a magic for him, an invisible magic, and he was happy to stay with the young man.

"But I thought about it. Warhammer tossed the robot he had been tinkering with for a long time into Blackburn's box, then slipped the screwdriver into his pocket, picked up the coffee next to him and took a sip - every time he lifted his mask slightly to reveal his mouth, Schultz would do his best to lower his body and try to see his face. But Warhammer is a cunning fellow, and every time Schultz was about to see something, he immediately pulled his mask down. "Maybe there's something you can really help with. ”

Maffeo initially thought that Warhammer was not talking about him, but he reacted when the other man repeated what he had just said and pointed his finger at himself. "What prompted you to change your mind?"

Warhammer slapped the table hard, "Are you a woman, Maffeo? That's right, this is my request for help from you, not a hellish order. ”

"If that's the case, I'd be happy to accept your request. Maffeo smiled and spread his hands.

"Very well, wait for me at seven o'clock tonight at the corner of the branch road that leads to the backstreet. Warhammer drank the last bit of coffee, and after greeting Edward Sr., he swaggered out of the guild. This guy never took it lightly, and when he went out, he slammed the door shut, so that old Edward felt heartache for a moment, a heartache for this house that had existed for a long time.

"Is that really all right? You know it's dangerous for you to wander the streets these days?" said Blackburn worriedly.

Maffeo waved his hand, "No problem, if it's night, maybe I won't be able to attract someone's attention so easily by relying on the night." In fact, he was not sure in his heart, so he added uncertainly. "I guess. ”

Blackburn couldn't help but bow his head when he heard him say this. "It's never boring to be with that guy, but you know that guy always likes to do dangerous things. ”

"It's okay, he's just plain restless. You've been with him for so long, and you've never been hurt every time you've been in danger, and you've not even scratched your skin. Don't worry, he's measured. Maffeo comforted Blackburn.

"I hope you're right, that's for the best. ”

When night falls, there is always a certain change in people's mood, and Mafeo doesn't know what other people's mood is at this time. Whether it's Freya, Carl and Fett, who left Hutton Marr to take care of their own business, or Camilli, who is investigating the murder with the Duchy Investigation Team, and Marcos, who has been missing for days. He only knew that his mood was calm now, without any fluctuations. He thought that maybe Warhammer was in the same mood as himself, that guy had never been afraid of unknown dangers.

Schultz eventually decided to stay in the guild and play chess with Edward Sr., knowing that it would never be wise to go willful. Whether it was Elias, Anna, or Maffeo and Adrian, they had warned him about this. So now, he really wants to be what the guys who help him and love him want to be.

Warhammer and Blackburn sat on the marble edge of the fountain pool, which sits in the middle of Huttonmar Square, just over a hundred meters from the branch road that leads to the back street. However, only Blackburn was watching intently to see if Maffeo's figure would appear in the busy crowd, while Warhammer leaned sideways, observing the goldfish in the pool. He showed an unusual interest, which could be seen in him almost all the time - he would suddenly show an undesirable interest in a very common thing at any time and place: the eccentric him, the eccentric warhammer, the eccentric guy who didn't know where he came from.

"Look at this stupid fellow......" Warhammer said suddenly, Blackburn cast his gaze on Warhammer, and then he saw the goldfish jelding desperately, their mouths open and closed, struggling to breathe in air. He sighed, pulled his gaze back, and continued to observe the crowd, which he found to be boring.

Maffeo walked at a normal pace, thinking of himself as a fellow who was indistinguishable from the passers-by around him. The half-shoulder cloak perfectly covered the entire ghost hand, making him more comfortable when walking. Blackburn saw Maffeo and immediately stabbed the hammer. "Maffeo is here. ”

"See you next time, fish. Warhammer spat on the fish in the pool, this guy always likes to do some weird things.

The two walked briskly towards where Maffeo was, Blackburn keeping an eye out for pedestrians coming sideways. As for Warhammer, he was very reckless and ran all the way away from those guys who stood in his way, which made the shouting and scolding behind the two never stop. Maffeo waved at the two of them, and he could already guess what the shouting was coming from.

"Are you ready?" Warhammer asked.

"Anytime, anywhere. Maffeo replied.

"Very well, let's go. ”