Aside from some things that Warhammer deemed unnecessary at the moment, such as improving the machinery, or going to the Moonshine Tavern for a drink with Marcos, or even the day-to-day maintenance of the machinery that Warhammer had forgotten, he now wanted to work out a strategy against Carter as soon as possible. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Warhammer did almost everything Blackburn was able to do, and he could disgrace Carter's guy at any time if he wanted to.

But he couldn't do that now, and if he wanted to get the relevant information, he had to learn to be patient for the time being. Holding back Carter's actions that caused his stomach to churn and make him want to vomit, Blackburn didn't know how Warhammer had spent his time before he met him, but he knew that the other party must hate and even hate people who sell children as commodities.

Truth be told, a scumbag like Carter is disgusting to every normal person. In his eyes, life is just a tool to make money, and he doesn't care what happens to those children when they are sold. Yes, the money has already flowed into his pocket, how can he care about the life and death of those children?

The magic lamp in the room where Warhammer and Blackburn were in the Celia Hotel stayed on all night, and occasionally made some noises that made it difficult for Maffeo and Schultz to sleep in the next room. Then the next morning, everything was calm there. When Schultz opened the door and walked down the aisle the next morning, he saw a bad Blackburn.

The guy had brown hair like a bird's nest, thick dark circles, and a pale face, like a water ghost who lived near the island's beach that he had dealt with during his trip with Maffeo. Schultz thinks that the difference between Blackburn and the water ghosts is that he is not as fierce as the water ghosts, and he is not so desperate to pounce on humans and bite them, he is much more normal than the water ghosts.

"Oh...... Are you alright, Blackburn?" asked Schultz tentatively, for it seemed to him that Blackburn was going to fall down and snore at any moment.

"It's okay......" Blackburn mechanically raised his hand. "I've spent the night with that over-energy Warhammer guy preparing plans against Mr. Carter......"

"Mr. Carter, who is he?" Schultz obviously wouldn't know about the scum owner of the tavern adjacent to the back street.

"A scumbag, a child trafficker to be exact!" Warhammer's energetic voice rang out, and he jumped out of the room, showing a spirit unlike Blackburn's.

"So, you're going to deal with that guy?" Schultz asked with interest.

Warhammer snapped his fingers and walked quickly to Schultz. "That's right, Frederick. Are you interested, it definitely won't be a boring errand. ”

"Hey, don't get Frederick involved. Maffeo stepped out of the room and reproached. He looks much better now, he may have forgotten the unpleasant experience of yesterday, and maintaining a good attitude is always the most important thing.

"Please, Maffeo. Isn't that scarier than having Frederick fight those terrifying monsters?" Warhammer gestured, his hands outstretched, leaning back slightly, in a frightened gesture. He always tries to entertain the other guys with this kind of antic, even though most of the time the other guys just stare at him with strange eyes.

Maffeo waved his hand, "Some mindless monsters may simply want to attack other creatures, just kill them." And the stuff you're talking about is full of disgusting stuff that makes you want to vomit. I didn't want Frederick to see too much of the ugliness, even though he had never seen it less before in Osente. ”

"He has a point, Warhammer. Blackburn advised.

Warhammer waved his hand in disappointment, "Alright, alright!" and the guy turned around and walked into the room, shouting, "Warhammer service is closed!" and then slammed the door shut, locking it all in one go, leaving Blackburn outside the door tired and surprised - he had wanted to go into the room and get some sleep.

"Didn't you sleep, Eugene?" asked Maffeo in a friendly manner.

"I feel like my body is about to float, the feeling of witchcraft ......" Blackburn spread his hands weakly.

"In that case, I thought you might be able to sleep in my room with Schultz, wouldn't you?" said Maffeo, smiling, as he gestured to his room.

"Hey, man, it's a good thing to know you. Blackburn squeezed a tired smile and shuffled into Maffeo's room. He fell asleep almost as soon as his body touched the soft surface of the bed, and with the sound of a slight breath, Schultz placed a stack of woolen blankets over him.

Today's guild is deserted, in fact, when Maffeo and Schultz open the door of the guild to take the commission to make some money, they find that old Edward is alone in the hall sitting and reading a book - usually at this time a few guys who get up early are already sitting in the hall and "taunting" each other. "Good morning, Maffeo, Frederick. He said hello.

"Good morning, old sir. ”

"Maybe it won't be that lively today, Carl and Freya are out, and they say they need to figure something out. Old Edward brought two cups of coffee to the table and motioned for the two to sit down. Uma and Mirna then went to the Elwyn Line, where Lynus was said to need the help of a magician, and there seemed to be some inexplicable energy fluctuations in that place. As Kamili deals with a recent homicide that has distressed the principality, she may be with the investigation team for a while. As for Fett, she went to the West Coast, and her group of fellow Revolutionary Army members seemed to be in trouble. ”

Maffeo whistled boringly, "Everyone has something to do, by the way, what about Marcos?"

"Who knows, the others didn't see him when they set off, and he may have gone to some other places that interested him. Old Edward smiled and handed them a plate of bread.

"But come to think of it, Frederick and I can be quiet for a while today. Maffeo shrugged and shoved a slice of bread into his mouth.

"If you may, can you help me go to the market and buy some things while you're done with the commission?" asked Edward Sr.

"Of course, we'd love to do something lighter. Maffeo nodded.

"Very good, here's the list of items, there won't be too many things needed, I'll give you the money ready. After saying that, old Edward was ready to get up and go to the upstairs room to get the money. Maffeo and Schultz hurriedly stood up and supported old Edward. "Just leave it to us, and we'll pay for you. ”

Old Edward waved his hand and smiled. "You've been short of money, I know, for adventurers who are away all year round, they don't have much savings. I just want to help as much as I can, otherwise what else can I do with my decaying body?"

"Old gentleman...... We ......" Maffeo didn't know what to say for a while, and old Edward's words made sense, but coincidentally, he himself thought so.

"We don't need to argue about this kind of thing, because time is precious, isn't it?" said old Edward with a smile, and walked up the stairs with Schultz's support on crutches.

Maffeo sat down slowly, looking at the still steaming coffee on the table, and the bread smeared with butter and jam, and it suddenly occurred to him that perhaps some unfavorable or even insulting remarks about himself were not so important.