Maffeo sat on a bench outside the Moonlight Tavern, surrounded by a pile of barrels. I don't know why, but he's loved this place since he came to work at the Moonlight Tavern. Like a small world that will not be disturbed, the bustle and bustle of the streets have nothing to do with him, nor do intrigues and suspicions. He enjoyed it, and always did.

How many ugly events must there be in a day before the curtain comes to an end? Maffeo couldn't help but wonder about the question, which in a superficial way of looking at his current job. But when he thought about it more, he realized that it was not the life he wanted. He raised his head and sat up straight, and for a moment he wanted to draw the great sword behind him, and then a monster would appear in front of him. It is said that it is difficult to change the way of life that is already familiar, just as Maffeo works a job of 500 gold a day, but he doesn't really know the point of doing so.

But the thought of the previous commission of the Minotaur made him feel angry, and he swore that he would not accept orders from remote villages again. The villagers there often turn against the entrusted person for tens or even tens of gold coins, and then do everything possible to minimize the reward. That's the way those guys work, but what can they do? slaughter a village for a few hundred gold coins? Well, it's useless except to add prejudice and fear to the ghost swordsman.

"You look so bad. Freya's voice came from outside the small world.

Maffeo looked over to see Freya standing a few feet away from him, looking at him with her arms folded. "Ah, Freya. Maffeo said hello listlessly.

Freya didn't know that Maffeo had made this little place her own little world, but she didn't mind sitting over the barrel-smelling barrel onto the slightly cramped-looking bench. Actually, she did. She stepped over the sacks piled on the floor, stepped into a small area surrounded by barrels, and sat down beside Maffeo. "You look annoyed. ”

"Nothing, just thinking about what to do. Maffeo sighed and looked at the mossy wall opposite.

"How long have you been working here?" asked Freya.

Maffeo looked at the sky again, observing the flocks of birds flying back and forth. "About a week. ”

"What do you think?"

"Please, Freya, you know I'm not used to this kind of work. Maffeo lowered his head and smiled wryly.

"How so? It's so much easier than fighting disgusting monsters in a dirty place, and you're paid the same amount of a daily commission as you would for a hunt. Freya was a little surprised.

"That's the crux of the matter, I may have gotten used to the job of carrying a monster's head to get paid, but I'm not used to carrying a tray of food and wine to guests. Maffeo shook his head.

Freya nodded thoughtfully, "Let me guess, you're thinking about the meaning of the commission, aren't you?"

"That's right. ”

"What do you think?"

Maffeo put his hand on his chin, "What do the clients think of me, am I a problem solver or an unscrupulous freak for a few hundred gold coins?"

"Or both, and one thing you should know better than anyone else is who you are. ”

"Perhaps, people might be terrified of my ghost hands, which is why they let me leave as soon as possible after every commission. While I'd love to tell them that it's a rumor that the so-called ghost swordsman might run amok every minute and every second, people prefer to believe the long-standing claims. In any case, I can't avoid the strange stares from people. Maffeo said dejectedly.

"And what are you going to do in the future?" Freya asked.

Maffeo breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction. "I don't know, but for the time being, I don't want to take on the list of monster hunts. Although my current job confuses me, at least it won't make me unable to afford to eat. ”

Freya stood up, looking like she was about to leave. "Maybe I can help you with a suggestion to hear?"

"What is it?" said Maffeo, looking up, surprised that Freya had come here to give her advice, as if she could have expected that she would be in this place at this time to think of her own affairs. Freya told Maffeo everything Marcos had experienced a few hours earlier, and also told him about everyone's decision. Moreover, she also made a point of telling the Duchy of Maffeo about the generous remuneration entrusted by it, despite the fact that the Duchy did offer a very generous reward. A whole box of Arad general gold coins plus two boxes of alchemy materials, I believe any adventurer will drool when they see it.

Although Freya didn't expect Maffeo to say yes, she really didn't expect Maffeo to reject her suggestion outright. "I refuse, so I won't deal with the Bantu for some hellish negotiations. ”

"But Frederick is going there, aren't you going to accompany him?" said Freya, surprised.

"If he does want to go there, what can I do? Elias is not for me to be his eternal protector, sooner or later he will have to face those dangerous things alone. Well, while I'm worried that he's just it, I really don't want to go to the northern snowy regions for some hellish negotiations. ”

Freya pondered for a moment, and came up with an idea that might convince Maffeo. "Of course I know you've been trying to be neutral, but I have to tell you that absolute neutrality will only make you the enemy of everyone. What's more, you don't have to worry about the negotiation when you go there, I'll help you out. Although I am not very willing to serve the Duchy of Belmar, I am a celestial. ”

Maffeo looked at Freya suspiciously, as if he didn't believe what the other party said. "Really? But I don't want you to get yourself involved in Arad's political intrigues or the maelstrom of war. ”

"I have more experience in this area than you, naïve Maffeo. Moreover, I also know in my heart, and I know how to point to the end. Freya said in a tone of lesson.

"Okay, okay, I'll go. Maffeo smashed his thigh. "If there's any surprise, at least I can help you cut down those savage guys who can't be convinced. ”

"See, it's easy, right?" Freya laughed, winking at Maffeo.

"Alas......" Maffeo let out a sigh and stood up. "I have to go back to work. ”

"See you later, then. Freya snapped her fingers and turned away.

Maffeo was not happy, and even had a deep aversion to this coercive commission. All the while, he was always trying to keep himself out of the way, and he finally stopped following Marcos' ass like an ignorant beginner. But things never seemed to go the way he thought they would, and it was just terrible. But the quiet life had to go on, and he was back in the noisy world. [.]