Maffeo is not a person who likes to complicate things, and he doesn't actually clean up too much. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAll he wanted to carry was a great sword and some money, and all the things he didn't need were left in Celia's hotel.

He didn't want any guys to accompany him, so he chose to leave the hotel quietly in the early morning. As he walked down the deserted street, he took a keen interest in the tranquility around him, and he thought that he might not enjoy this tranquility for a long time, but he had to finish the path he had to take. He couldn't go against Wolfe's teachings, even though he hated being a ghost swordsman.

"You still don't know how to hide yourself, my dear Mafeo. Marcos appeared in front of Maffeo at the next corner he was about to pass.

Maffeo stopped, a little helplessly. "Hey, can't you just let me go on a trip on my own? And that's what you're expecting, isn't it?"

"No, I just wanted to talk to you, a few very simple words. Marcos smiled, beckoning. "Come on, don't be stunned, do you want to lose time because of a few words?"

Maffeo shook his head and kept up with Marcos. It was not far from the route he had planned, and after spending so much time in Huttonmar, he had already memorized every street in the area, and he knew which route would get to the horse-drawn cart caravan at the border of the town the fastest. Usually these caravans would carry a small number of travelers to a mutually agreeable destination, but sometimes they were unrestrained in their pricing.

"What do you think?" said Marcos lit a cigarette in the early morning fog, the ring of smoke he exhaled blending with the fog.

"What do you think?" said Maffeo, feeling a little puzzled.

"About the creed that Wolf taught us. ”

Maffeo sighed, "I still haven't been able to understand the meaning of the Creed, because I try not to think about it. ”

"Really?"

"What do you want to say?"

Marcos put away his smile, "The creed may seem like a restriction to us, but it is also a warning. We don't have to try to prove anything, we just have to go our own way. ”

"Is that your advice to me?" asked Maffeo.

"Sort of. Marcos flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can on the side. "Remember, while you're looking for answers, be careful not to be taken advantage of by others, you need to make your own judgment, and you have to bear the consequences of your actions. ”

"I'll take note, Marcos. As the other man's footsteps stopped, Maffeo understood that the other party would only send himself here. Although he didn't want anyone to accompany him, he felt a little reluctant at this time.

"Go, Maffeo, and I'll be looking forward to the day when you return. "Marcos stumbled like a caravan about to depart not far away.

"Goodbye, Marcos. ”

By the time Maffeo arrived on the West Coast, it was already the night of the second day. He jumped out of the carriage and prepared to go in search of a place to spend the night. The Revenge departed the next morning, and he thought he might have to visit the captain, but that was not his main purpose.

Encountering the captain of the Revenge was a dramatic moment, as Maffeo decided to go to the dining room for dinner, and just as he entered, the guy drunkenly passed by Maffeo's side. He crashed into the greatsword behind Maffeo, which made Maffeo immediately notice his presence. "How did you do that?" he asked, dissatisfied.

The drunken guy shook the bottle in his hand, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Maffeo could smell the overwhelming smell of wine. "I'm the captain of the Revenge, and no fellow dares to speak to me like that. "He didn't slurred like the other drunks.

"You're the captain of the Revenge?"

"If there's a guy trying to impersonate me, then I'll cut out his tongue with a scimitar!" he gulped down the last bit of wine from the bottle.

"Hello, I'm Maffeo Fry. Maffeo ignored his meaningless words, and pulled the ticket out of his pocket. "I'm going to take your boat to Ruawa early tomorrow morning. ”

He drunkenly took the ticket, glaring at the contents of it. "Very well! remember not to be late, my ship never waits!" he shoved the ticket back into Maffeo's hand.

Maffeo looked at the captain, who seemed to be on the verge of falling drunk at any moment, and he reminded, "Won't it have an effect on tomorrow's voyage that you have drunk so much?"

The guy waved his hand vigorously, as if he were directing his crew. "Captain Jaeger never sets sail in a sober state!" he was a weirdo, and Maffeo was. The guy staggered away, and Maffeo just muttered quietly.

Once on the West Coast, it's hard not to think of the Castle in the Sky that he explored here a few months ago. He had heard that it had become a collection site for specimens from the Academy of Magic. Regardless, a large number of West Coast locals who are already interested in it have entered it. There was no danger now, and the guys could finally enter there with peace of mind and see a wonderful scene that they had never seen before.

Finding a place to stay was not a hassle, and in fact Maffeo decided to spend only one night in an abandoned barn next to the harbor. He doesn't have a lot of money on him, so hotels aren't his first choice, not to mention that he's only spending one night on the West Coast. This meant that he had to take some commissions outside to make money to fill his stomach, and this was the process that every ghost swordsman who came out of Ville had to go through.

In the darkness of the barn, it was hard for Maffeo not to think of the times he had spent in Wille. He tried not to think about it, but the memories kept wandering in his head. It is confirmed that he did not sleep well at night. In the early hours of the next morning, he got up from a weed growing in the barn. Before the Vengeance set sail, he thought he would be able to at least get a breakfast.

The Revenge was a three-masted galleon, though it was nothing short of a behemoth to Maffeo. When he arrived at the harbor after breakfast and waited for the moment of sailing, he began to look at the huge monster anchored in the harbor. Due to the fact that it was a merchant ship, the number of guns it could carry was limited, and the firepower that 10 side guns on each side could output was nothing for an Imperial warship, but it was enough to deal with privateer ships. Its four stern guns are gilded, and the bow ram angle can easily knock over any small sloop.

The sailors still gathered on deck, drinking wine and spitting out some vulgar language. For them, the captain does not give orders, they will not listen to the nonsense of any guy. Because there was a poor fellow who was on the same ship as Maffeo on the Vengeance, he was verbally attacked by the fellows, and the irascible sailors even tried to pin him to the ground and beat him up. Maffeo looked at the chaos and shook his head helplessly.

"Come on, Fry, we're leaving. The guy passed by Maffeo and walked straight to the pedal to the Vengeance, it was Captain Jaeger.

Maffeo jumped down from the barrel he was sitting on and followed Jaeger. "You said you wouldn't sail in a sober state. ”

Jaeger laughed, "You're such an easy guy, do you think that's going to be true?"

"I don't know, but that's your characteristic. Maffeo didn't hear the sarcasm in the other man's tone.

Jaeger stopped abruptly and turned to face Maffeo. "I just hope you don't get into trouble on the ship, okay? don't hurt people with the stuff behind you, and don't get into a fight with my crew, or you'll regret it. ”

"Yes, Captain. Maffeo restrained himself and nodded.

"Boys, it's time to set sail!" he beckoned to his crew.

Maffeo eventually found a nice room in the cabin, but in reality, the comfort of the cabin of this merchant ship was not comparable to that of the ships used for war, in order to carry a large amount of cargo. But Maffeo didn't care about that, he just wanted to get to Ruava as soon as possible.

That's the case with the captains who travel the sea all year round, they don't tell you how long it will be to reach your destination, they don't tell you how fast your ship will be, they don't tell you how the weather might affect you, they just scold the guys who ask questions in a grumpy language. And in fact, it is not necessary for a traveler who is just a boat to know this, but there will always be some curious fellows who are not comfortable looking for it.

With the gentle waves lapping against the hull, Maffeo was riding a mast sailboat for the first time. Luckily, he didn't feel any discomfort. The guy in the next room was vomiting, and Maffeo could hear it in his room, and he looked at the wall and muttered, "Good luck, man." ”

The sailors on deck change shifts every few hours, and the guys who are replaced stay in the cabins to rest. They never had any more leisure to do, and they had little else to do other than drink and play cards. Of course, there is no such thing as their favorite woman. Despite their unfriendly attitude towards travelers, they do not harass travelers who are resting in their cabins. It's just that the guys who want to relax and walk back and forth in the cabin are different when they are touched, and they usually let out bursts of taunts at each other. But things are not absolute, and there is always a part of the crew that is very friendly to travelers.

Maffeo opened the tiny window and looked out at the endless sea outside the ship, wondering what kind of journey he would embark on. He wished he could become like Marcos, but he understood that no one could be copied.