Schultz led Walter behind Maffeo, and the two made their way through the narrow alleys to the market. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Then they heard the deep, trembling sound of the harp coming from the bard in the procession of pilgrims. Well, another bard, who, although not as mysterious as Alice, is dressed in a way that makes the two of them look at each other. They always like to wear burgundy top hats with feathers inserted into them, and the only purpose of the feathers is to tell people that they have won honors.

The procession of pilgrims walked in an orderly manner along the side of the market, and Maffeo noticed that they were heading in the direction of Huttonmar Cathedral, and he realized why the men were always reverent, and wore the white robes that only clergy would wear.

"Who are they?" Schultz asked, poking his head in, curious.

You can also understand pilgrims as faithful believers who travel from place to place. Huttonmaar has never lacked these guys, and in the past, there were often processions of pilgrims. Maffeo explained.

Schultz nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that their beliefs are clear. ”

"Of course, let's go. Maffeo didn't want to waste his time watching the slow-moving guys in action, and maybe when he was too bored to do anything like that, he might stop and watch what they did to surprise or make people laugh.

The restless Walter would often let out a disgruntled roar in the crowd of the market, if someone passing by bumped into his body, or some guy tried to tease him. They threw the dirty bones in front of Walter, and then imitated the barking of a dog, attracting him step by step. Schultz struggled to get Walter, who was interested in the sudden appearance, causing Maffeo to quickly disappear from his sight.

He struggled through the crowd, and because of his health, he certainly couldn't squeeze some burly strong men. In just a few minutes, he was already sweating profusely, as if he were in a demonic furnace, and he began to miss the cold drink in the Moonlight Tavern.

When Schultz found Maffeo, he had just bought the last item on his inventory. However, when Maffeo looked away from the stall full of merchandise, Schultz found him suddenly stunned without warning. "Hey, Maffeo!" Schultz called out to him.

"Frederick, you take the old gentleman's things back to the guild first, I have something to do. Maffeo's gaze stayed on the corner that led to the branch road of the back street, and he saw a familiar and cunning figure. Aiden, leaning against the trash can on the corner of the street, pressed his hood and kept glaring at Maffeo, although Maffeo couldn't see his eyes at such a distance, he could be sure that it was Aiden.

"What's wrong?" Schultz asked, taking the bag in his hand.

"An old friend. Maffeo replied.

"Who is it?" Schultz couldn't hide his curiosity.

"Cunning fox, remember not to run around, and hurry back to the guild. Maffeo snapped his fingers without looking back, and quickly vanished into the crowd around the stall. Schultz was a little depressed, cunning fox - could that be called a man's name? "Come on, little one, let's go back. Schultz pulled the rope so that Walter could "say goodbye" to the sausages hanging on the meat stall next to him.

Aiden's guy left the spot almost the moment he saw Maffeo running out of the crowd, he ran as fast as he could, but kept his figure in Maffeo's sight. The chasing Maffeo couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "This bastard, do you have to run a race every time?" But he didn't care about that now, because this time Aiden personally took the initiative to come to the door, which he didn't expect anything.

It's still that dark and familiar alley, not much different from before. Maffeo even began to suspect that Aiden's stronghold was in this seemingly isolated haunted place, and it was hard for him to imagine how a person could live in such a place that was full of stench at all times. Almost subconsciously, he slammed his feet against the wall and climbed towards the roof.

Aiden looked older than before, his eyes no longer bright, but a hint of exhaustion, which convinced Maffeo that he had not had a good time in more than two years. He beckoned to Maffeo, then lit a crumpled cigarette for himself—from his trouser pocket, and he even burned his fingers as he lit the fire.

"Aiden. Maffeo said hello, very cautiously, and the other man seemed tired.

"Maffeo. Despite the change in appearance, he still has the same somewhat cynical tone as ever.

"I haven't seen you in a long time. ”

"yes, two years. I believe that two years can change a person a lot, so now, are you still the Maffeo I am familiar with?" Aiden said as he paced back and forth, uncertain.

"That's not the answer to that question, is it?" said Maffeo, clinging to the chimney of the roof, with his arms folded.

Aiden's steps stopped, and he turned his back to Maffeo, looking from the rooftop at the bustling market of Hutton Mah. "What's the worst outcome? What's the best outcome? Everybody has the answer in their hearts, so, tell me about the guys in Aucent. ”

Sure enough, his words were as Maffeo had expected. He didn't believe that Aiden had drawn his attention just to ask himself a question that seemed meaningless on the surface, and that what he wanted to know was about Orcent's Revolutionary Army. So Maffeo told Aiden everything that had happened in Orcente, and he expected that Aiden might react more violently, but it turned out that he was calm.

"Is it? Simon who has lost his hearing, the revolutionary army who has abandoned listening......" Aiden muttered.

"What do you mean by listening?" asked Maffeo.

"It doesn't matter anymore, anyway, the revolutionary army in Aucente no longer exists. So, what kind of guy is Rose?" Aiden didn't answer Maffeo, but shifted the conversation to Rose.

The expression on Maffeo's face was a little dull, and it made him feel bad to think of that crazy guy in Rose, that guy could do anything for his own purposes, he was a true madman. "Cunning, cold, cruel, I really can't find any other words to describe him. ”

"Thank you so much for telling me this. Aiden didn't go any further, in fact, he had long since disowned the Revolutionary Army, and now he was just a cunning fox living in the shadows of Huttonmar. Through that letter and the emotions Aiden expressed, Maffeo believed that he was enjoying a life without a position. "As a token of my appreciation, I have decided to give you a piece of information. He smiled slyly.

Maffeo asked with a smile as he became interested. "What is it? Mr. Fox. ”

"I think you should know about Huttonmarr's recent murder, the case of Count Damian's daughter. Aiden spread his hands.

"I know, it's said that the guy's daughter's blood was sucked dry. In fact, my companion Camilli is also on the team investigating this homicide, what's wrong?" Maffeo didn't expect the information provided by Aiden to be related to the homicide.

"My eyeliner found the monster's claw marks and some ...... at the scene of the crime," Aiden paused deliberately. "Something that makes people mistake a prisoner for a berserker. ”

Maffeo's attention was completely captured, and he couldn't help leaning over to ask clearly. "What's that?"

"Inferior handguards with a strong smell of blood, still stained with blood. There were also fragments of the bottle containing the sword oil, as well as the cork, and if my eyeliner was not mistaken, he also found a suppressor for the ghost swordsman. Of course, the thing had shattered, and it was easy to mistake it for the power generated by the ghost hand when the ghost swordsman went berserk and shattered the suppressor. ”

"And what about the monster's claw marks?" Maffeo continued.

"It's not like any of the usual monsters, how can I say it? it's more like a demon's claw mark, you know, the claw marks that the ghost hand can inflict are not much different from most monsters. ”

Maffeo's face sank, and he was still unsure of the truth of the matter. Maybe there really are other berserkers under Kazan's control lurking in Huttonmar, or maybe it's just a hell of a blaming ghost swordsman. "I'll take note, thank you for the information. ”

"More than happy to help you. ”