Maffeo braved the warm morning sun to make his way to the fortifications of Huttonmar, which looked too loose. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The guards were dozing, their weapons scattered to the side, and to be honest, it was difficult not to doze off in the warm winter sun, but some of them should forget their duties.

Maffeo glanced at the commission, what was written on it was really confusing, the principality asked him to assist the guards in strengthening the defenses of Huttonmar, but the commission was so sloppy that Maffeo did not know what the specific purpose was.

"I think the person who wrote this commission was lazy. A familiar voice rang out beside Maffeo, and it was Randall.

"Randall, I didn't expect to meet you here. Maffeo was slightly surprised.

"I think you've also received a commission from the Duchy, let's help the guards strengthen their defenses, it's very simple, just help them fix some of the dilapidated fortifications. Randall looked helplessly at the dozing guards.

"It's really not like the defense of a principality's capital. Maffeo shook his head.

"You can get used to it, come with me. Randall set off for the gates.

Marcos had been sitting in the guild drinking coffee, and Master Norton had already informed him in advance that he would be visiting today. This also made the active Marcos feel a little bored, and he was more than willing to do something on such sunny days.

"Well, if I don't come again, I'll fall asleep. Marcos looked at the few remaining coffees in his cup.

"It's useful to smoke when you're bored. Karl, who was also in the guild, handed over a cigarette.

"God, is this thing addictive?" Marcos took the cigarette and lit it.

"You're addicted. Carl looked at Marcos, who was spitting out smoke rings.

"Actually, I didn't know what was good about this thing, but when I got used to it, it was really ......," Marcos gestured as he clutched his cigarette.

Old Edward walked down from the second floor with a large stack of books, and Carl quickly got up to help, the stack of books did look heavy, at least they were wobbly in Carl's hands.

"What are these books, old sir?" said Marcos, taking one of them.

"These are books about the once Perus Empire, Kazan, the damned ghost, who was once a general of the Perus Empire. Old Edward replied.

"Thank you, sir, I think I won't be so bored with these books at least. Marcos opened the book he had taken with great interest.

The origin of these books is no longer known, and people today do not know whether they are true or false. In any case, there will always be many different versions of this kind of book on the historical side of the continent of Arad. You may see in one version of the book that Kazan is a hero of the Perus Empire, and another version of the book may say that he is actually a traitor to the Empire. All in all, it is basically impossible to seek a historical truth in such a book, after all, the age is too old, and the stories that happened in those years cannot be passed down in their entirety.

But at least it's good to pass the time, just like Marcos is now. Although he knew that the book he was reading was not necessarily a real history, he still read it with relish in this kind of boring time. After all, waiting is the most painful thing at any time.

"Interesting, so funny. Marcos laughed unconsciously, and it was clear that this joke-like history amused him.

Carl flipped through a book, which still didn't interest him if he didn't know the history of the continent of Arad. He only flipped through a few pages before clearing his revolver.

Old Edward moved a wooden bench and sat at the door basking in the sun, after experiencing hope and pain, calming down and basking in the sun was indeed a kind of spiritual relaxation for him.

The familiar voice sounded in the doorway, and Marcos quickly closed the book he was flipping through. He couldn't wait to get up and walk to the door.

"You're finally here, Master Norton. Marcos said respectfully.

"I'm sorry, but I've had so many people coming to me for help lately that I can only use my spare time to come over. But I'm a man of my word, and I never miss an appointment. Norton pushed his glasses with a look of fatigue on his face.

"It's okay, come in, I think I can get you a cup of coffee." Marcos walked in with Norton.

"I do need a cup of coffee, I've been really tired lately. Norton found a table and sat down.

Marcos brought a steaming cup of coffee to Norton, who gave him a brief thank-you.

Truth be told, Norton is not a person who likes crap, and is certainly looking into this aspect. He quickly got to the point, and that's what Marcos wanted.

Norton took out a black necklace from the small wooden box he was carrying, and he handed the pendant to Marcos, and began his tirade: "This pendant can help you quickly find the alien space, I think the location of the alien space is not fixed, you should know." I've named it the Night Necklace, and it will help you resist the dark aura of that space. All in all, if you want to enter the depths of that dimension, be sure to wear this pendant. ”

"I have to say that you really are a great alchemist. Marcos looked at the pendant with an interested face.

"That's nature. Norton was clearly pleased with the review, and that's what he's proud of.

"So, do you have any conclusions about the zombies?" said Marcos, putting away the necklace.

Norton took a sip of his coffee and then went on to talk at length, which would be complicated by whatever came to the guys' mouths: "As far as I know, zombies are not supposed to have feelings, but through that magic crystal, I found that these zombies have a strong negative emotion. I don't know if it's despair or sighing, and I don't know if it's the cause of the zombies, but I hope you'll be able to help me investigate this time, it's incredible. Also, what I've done shows shows that the range of this alternate dimension is actually growing, and if it continues, it's likely that it will swallow up the entire Gran Forest. I believe that if you can kill the zombie boss there, you'll stop this dimension from growing, so you know what to do. ”

Marcos rubbed his head to sort out what Norton said, and Carl, who was listening, actually fell asleep in his chair, and had to say that these guys have a kind of verbal hypnosis ability, which is really uncomfortable.

"I see, we'll do what you say. Marcos obviously hadn't figured it out yet, but he probably understood the meaning.

"Thank you very much, I have to go back, and there are a lot of things I haven't done yet. Norton hastily finished his coffee and hurried away, and it was clear that he was busy.

Marcos patted Carl, who was asleep, "What's wrong? You're hypnotized?"

Karl took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, "I don't know how you can listen to him." ”

"I guess I'm used to it, aren't I?"

"Well, you look a lot better than I am. Carl took a cigarette in his mouth and leaned his head back in his chair.

"I've got to go see how my stupid brother is doing. Marcos stretched. "Won't you come along?"

"Go ahead, I think I really need to get some sleep. "Carl is a bit listless.

"Okay. ”

A graceful figure in a black cloak walked briskly almost against the right shoulder of Marcos, who had just walked out of the gate, and this time it also bumped into Marcos slightly.

Marcos turned his head and said a little teasingly, "Hey, are you in a hurry to attend some ceremony?"

The figure paused and looked back at Marcos, its short silver hair faintly contrasting with the black mantle hood. Her red pupils were full of vigilance, and Marcos felt uncomfortable at the staring of them.

"I'm sorry. She began, much to Marcos' surprise, and it was a female voice like a silver bell.

"Forgive me, ma'am, why would a lady dress like this?" said Marcos, looking at the cloaked woman with some strange expression.

The woman didn't reply, she just turned and walked away quickly, leaving Marcos alone in the same place.

"What the hell......" Marcos was a little confused.