Maffeo carefully held the glass of strawberry milk in his hand, he had to be careful not to spill it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In the Ice Dragon Tavern, it can almost be described as crowded.

Randall tried to mix Rum with Marcos' Drake champagne to try the taste, but the latter was fooled by all means. Marcos really didn't want other wines to ruin the delicious Drake Champagne, considering that it would cost thousands of gold to get a bottle of Drake Champagne.

Randall seems to have chosen to forget everything that happened on the West Coast. All he was thinking about now was to go to the top of Sky City wholeheartedly, and that was the purpose of his visit.

"Hey, man, I think you're 26, right?" Maffeo took a nice sip of strawberry milk.

"That's right. "Unable to get Drake champagne from Marcos anyway, Randall decided to go the other way, mixing several wines together to form a kind of 'giant bomb'. It's just that it was too terrifying for Maffeo.

"So, what do I think we should salute this time?" Randall picked up the 'giant bomb'.

Marcos raised half a glass of Drake Champagne in his hand, "For life?"

"For life. ”

Maffeo stretched out the glass of strawberry milk in his hand at the right time, and the drinks of different colors collided together, which seemed to indicate a different future for everyone. Either way, at least for now, they don't need to worry about too many things.

Randall hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to ask the question he had always wanted to ask. "I hope you won't be angry at my next question, why didn't you two choose to use the power of the ghosts and gods during the war with Platani?"

Maffeo thought the question was ridiculous, but in fact it was too stupid for him. "I can't answer, but don't worry, I'm not angry. ”

Marcos was silent for a moment, and he even forgot to put down the wine glass he was holding. It seems that he is looking for a reasonable explanation, but in the end he realizes that as long as it is related to ghosts and gods, then everything seems to become unreasonable.

"Why do you ask?" Marcos began. "I mean, what's your impression of ghosts?"

"Mysterious and powerful. Randall pouted.

Marcos laughed, "Well, you're like most people at this point. ”

"After all, that's too far away for us, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right. Marcos nodded. "The impression of ghosts and gods is true for people who have never been associated with it, but they are not as powerful as they are rumored. There are many people on this continent who are stronger than me, and even if I use the power of ghosts and gods, I will not be able to defeat them. ”

"But I don't think that holds true for Golem, who has very little intelligence. If it weren't for the gold on the skin, I don't think we would have been able to defeat it easily. Randall shook his head.

Marcos still smiled, "But in fact it does have almost impenetrable defenses, and it's not a good thing for me to use ghosts without being completely sure." ”

"Well, it's going to be handed over to Miss Steele anyway, right?"

"She'll make it. Maffeo chimed in.

Marcos pinched the back of Maffeo's neck and said in an obviously teasing tone, "She's really beautiful, trust me, you'll have a chance." ”

"Don't do that, Marcos. Maffeo pulled his hand away with a little displeasure.

"I think we need to be prepared for what might happen in the Sky City in the future. Randall ignored the two of them and said seriously.

Marcos took off his black trench coat, which finally made him feel a little hot. "You're right, I think it is. ”

Maffeo said a little bored, "Can you confirm what will be on there?"

"No, but that would be your gospel, Maffeo. Because they will be looking forward to your arrival. Marcos teased.

"Well, thank you. Maffeo shot back.

"Isn't there anything you want to tell me?" said Marcos meaningfully.

"About what?"

"Everything. ”

Maffeo suddenly remembered what Fett had told him, and pulled it out of his mind. "I think I do have something to tell you, though it won't be good news. ”

"Oh, please, man, just say it. ”

"Fett told me that someone had seen the Imperial Army in Sky City. ”

It may seem like a simple phrase to many, but for Marcos, it means it makes him feel uneasy. The cooperation between the Revolutionary Army and the Legion of the Sacred OracleMarcos learned of it through Captain Root, but the latter did not tell him the exact details. Regarding Isabella, the third princess of the empire, it can be seen that both sides are trying their best to invite her to their own territory as a "guest".

Marcos feared the consequences of doing so, as the principality was not strong enough to stand up to the mighty Delos Empire. He didn't want to see the flames of war sweep into Huttonmar again, and maybe even the normally calm West Coast would be baptized by war, which was not what he wanted to see. But the power of one person is always small, and under the iron heel of the empire, what he can do may be insignificant to the overall situation.

Randall didn't seem interested in any of this, so he was drinking alone, oblivious to what they were talking about. He is a man who yearns for freedom, and as a mercenary, he does not want to get involved in war. But the nature of his profession was predestined, and he had few options. Livelihood constrained him, which annoyed him from time to time.

"Regarding those Imperial troops, I would say that we have to be careful, but the most important thing at the moment is to defeat Platani. Marcos whispered to Maffeo that he was not allowed to say these things out loud in this mixed tavern, which might cause unnecessary trouble.

"God, Marcos, I said we shouldn't be involved, but we're here now. Maffeo gritted his teeth and grumbled.

"Trust your luck, we'll be fine. Marcos gave a sly smile.

Maffeo stared at him blankly, he didn't understand what Marcos was thinking. "Damn madman. ”

"Come on, man, you don't have to be so anxious, everything has a beginning and an end, we just need to do what we can. Marcos clinked glasses with Maffeo and said lightly.

Maffeo muttered under his mouth as he drank the last bit of strawberry milk.

In the middle of the night, when most people were asleep, the candles were still burning in Freya's room. In order not to disturb Camilli, who was already asleep, Freya tried to minimize the sounds she made from fiddling with her ammunition.

"That's it, it's up to you. Freya smiled as she looked at the last of the Convergence Bullets.