The two sat on the beach and watched the sunrise, though it was slightly regrettable that it did not rise from the horizon. www.biquge.info But that doesn't stop it from bringing light to people, and the sunrise is always the most beautiful moment.

After nearly half an hour of rest, Maffeo was finally able to get up and walk. But he had not recovered from the exertion of the two-mile run, and he thought he might need to get something to eat. So, after following Marcos's ass all day, he led Maffeo to breakfast.

"I don't want that bad margarine, it makes me sick. Maffeo kept reminding Marcos that he at least didn't think Marcos should fool himself lightly.

"Of course I wouldn't do that, Little Princess. Marcos teased.

"It's better to be true. Maffeo muttered.

Marcos pointed to the array of restaurants. "Tell me what you want to eat?"

"As long as it's not a vegetable. Maffeo spread his hands.

"Very good. Marcos snapped his fingers and walked straight across the street to the restaurant.

Maffeo hesitated for a moment, trying to see the restaurant's sign through his own eyes, and he thought that Marcos might play tricks on him, and that was the impression that the other party had given him. Marcos turned around and urged Maffeo with some impatience, who also responded impatiently, and then took his own steps to follow.

Most of the restaurants on the West Coast are mainly fish, and while Maffeo doesn't like fish very much, it doesn't give him the same aversion to vegetables as he does, which at least gives him a taste of meat. However, it seems that Marcos did not plan to eat fish, which was a strange thing for the two of them who grew up in the small town of Wille. In fact, most of the Arad people have a very simple breakfast, and they will only eat a little delicious food in the evening after a busy day or in the middle of the day.

In the end, the two of them each ordered a toast and omelette at the counter of the restaurant, and they chose the simplest food. Maffeo seemed to be trying to come up with something new every time he ate, and as he tried to pick it up with his fork through the fried egg, Marcos, who was sitting across from him, looked at Maffeo strangely. In any case, in the twenty-four years he had lived, he had never seen anyone eating fried eggs with a fork, and it was really fresh.

"Not bad. "Maffeo appreciated the craftsmanship of the restaurant.

"It's a good thing you didn't order the bacon here, I think we should think about it for our wallets. Marcos said helplessly.

Maffeo glanced at him dissatisfied, "Cunning bastard, I pay for it every time, and this is what you should do." ”

"Yes, yes. Marcos replied perfunctorily.

But at least the two don't engage in these pointless arguments over toast, they both like to eat relatively harder toast, which is more delicious with garlic on top. After a not-so-quick breakfast, the two left the restaurant. At this time, the West Coast finally begins to come alive and people start a new day of busy life. Joy, anger and sorrow fill the streets and alleys, and this place is full of life.

What Maffeo can be sure of is that Marcos is leading him away from the bustling town center. He didn't know where he wanted to go for the time being, this bastard was always so mysterious every time, which was also a point that made Maffeo very helpless.

After leaving town and heading to the outskirts of the West Coast, everything becomes quiet. The sun shines on the trees and forms spots of light of different sizes on the ground, and you don't have to worry about being attacked by goblins and minotaurs in the woods. Here you can fully enjoy the beauty brought by nature, and the fresh air can make people feel completely relaxed.

Both of them deliberately slowed down their pace, and it was a pleasant walk in this beautiful wood. The sound of birds chirping and the breeze blowing through the leaves made up a beautiful symphony, and the two even felt that the ghosts were far away from them.

"Here...... Not bad, right?" Marcos asked Maffeo.

"Yes, that's good. Maffeo nodded in agreement.

Marcos danced and gestured to the birds flying, "What do you think it's like to be free to walk through the woods?"

"I don't know, but what I do know for sure is that you don't have wings. Maffeo grimaced.

"That's a pity. Marcos laughed at Maffeo's words.

"Now, it's time to tell me where you want to go?" asked Maffeo.

Marcos hurriedly put his index finger against his lips and kept making a "shhh He picked up his pace slightly.

"Weirdo ......," Maffeo whispered, cursing to the rhythm of Marcos' pace.

After about ten minutes of shuttling through the woods, the two walked out of the woods closest to the border of the town on the west coast. The stream flowed slowly in front of the two men, and if it weren't for Marcos's guidance, Maffeo would not have even known that the outskirts of the West Coast would have such a beautiful and peaceful place, which looked like the work of those brilliant painters.

It's still much the same as the Gran Forest, with a stream or river between the two woods, or maybe just a clearing. So after stepping across the creek, the two entered the woods again. There is no need to worry about the magical aura of the Sky City that is constantly filling the woods around the West Coast, and it seems that the magic circle consciously wants to avoid this beautiful place.

"Tell me how you know about this kind of place?" Unable to ask where Marcos wanted to go, Maffeo simply changed the question.

Marcos pursed his lips, as if to indicate that this was just a coincidence in itself. "I've been to Sanban Street before, you know, that gray town that was overrun by gangsters. Then, on my way back I stumbled upon this peaceful place, perfect for strolling, isn't it?"

"God, I haven't heard of that. Maffeo said incredulously.

"That's true, and I encountered the Imperial Army there. I also ran into an imperial general who blasphemed his teachings, and I still feel very upset when I think about it. Anyway, what kind of bastard would scribble on their doctrines?" Marcos's tone was full of sarcasm.

Of course, all this was just a confusion for Maffeo, which made him even more confused about the current situation. "Wait, I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"I know, because that's really not about you. I warn you, it's best not to ask too much about these things, you'll be targeted. Marcos lightly punched Maffeo.

"Well, I'm not stupid enough to get into a head-on confrontation with those Imperial troops. Maffeo spread his hands, and then he grabbed Marcos, who was still walking. "Hey. He seemed to feel that movement alone was not enough, so he called out to Marcos, who had stopped.

"What's wrong?" Marcos asked.

"I know very well what you and Fett are doing, and I won't interfere with you. But, promise me. Maffeo said solemnly, his eyes always looking directly into Marcos's eyes. "You're going to keep yourself safe. ”

Marcos couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry......" Maffeo immediately interrupted him without question: "No, I want you to say yes in person." ”

Marcoston paused, his eyes fixed on Maffeo's. It seemed that the two were making eye contact, and he could clearly see a hint of pleading in each other's eyes. So he put aside all the cynicism and ridicule and good-natured ridicule, and smiled with a rare sincere expression: "Okay, I promise you." ”

"We can go on. Maffeo beckoned, and continued on without saying a word.

"Be happy, ma'am, we're almost there. Marcos was like that, seriousness rarely seemed to be able to linger too much on him, and once again he put the cynicism and ridicule back on his face.