992 Arad

Candles illuminate the gloomy room, and the thick books on the shelves are faintly visible in the light of the fire, like a huge treasure trove of knowledge. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sound of writing with a quill resounded in the room, and the sound of 'swish' came and went. After a while, the owner of the quill, as if feeling a little tired, put down the quill, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his head. He tried to relieve his fatigue in this way, but just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in. The man in the room spoke, and it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Teacher. A young voice sounded in the doorway, the middle-aged man raised his hand to signal, the young man nodded, and then closed the door gently.

"What's the matter, Uma?" the middle-aged man picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Teacher Gilens, the aura in Sky City is becoming more and more unstable, and Dean Sharan has asked me to inform you that you will be able to make a statement in a short time. Uma replied cautiously.

"Again...... Gillens sighed, fatigue rising again.

"Teacher, this time is different, the magic array that supports it is very likely to collapse under unstable factors. Uma continued.

"What?" Gilens' eyes widened, this was not good news.

Uma still had his head down, and he understood that Gillens had understood the seriousness of the matter.

Gillens slowly got up, took off the magic robe that hung beside him and draped it over his body, then picked up the staff that was leaning against the wall and set off to walk out the door.

"Umma, help me draft a statement and post it on Huttonmar's bulletin board. Girence confessed.

"Yes, teacher, what are you?"

"I'm going to talk to Dean Sharan. Gillens said word for word.

Despite Umma's strange feelings, he turned and walked away quickly, Teacher Gilens' orders had better be carried out quickly, he could not afford Gilens' wrath.

"Uma!" Gillens called out to Uma.

"Teacher?" Uma turned her head strangely.

"I know what you're thinking, don't worry, after this is over, you can go and find your freedom. ”

"Sorry, teacher, I don't understand what you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be Uma, I know what you think, after all, you're going to have to go back to that place!" Gillens said, a strange glint in his eyes as he turned his back to Uma.

"Thank you, teacher. ”

Gillens didn't say anything more, and his figure slowly disappeared into the dark hallway.

Uma stayed where she was alone, feeling a little turbulent in her heart.

"What's wrong, Uma?" came the childish voice.

Uma came to her senses, and Mirna was standing in front of her.

"No... It's nothing. Uma said perfunctorily.

"Did you inform Mr. Gilens?" asked Mirna, pouting.

"Yes, he asked me to help him make a statement and post it on Huttonmar's bulletin board. ”

"There's really no way, I have to ask the Duchy for help again. Mirna seemed a little annoyed, and she stomped her foot. "I don't want to meet those noble lords. ”

"No, I think some people might be able to help us. Uma shook her head.

"Who is it?"

"Eagle. Uma spat out a word.

Mirna patted her forehead, "You didn't say I forgot, I haven't seen them in a long time." ”

"I'm leaving, do you want to come along, Mirna?" Uma said with a touch of embarrassment.

"No, you go by yourself. Mirna said, hugging her arms.

"Okay......" Uma's expression darkened.

"Of course, this is a lie. Mirna stuck out her tongue mischievously, and then couldn't help but laugh.

Uma looked helplessly at Mirna, who was smiling and bent over, and scratched her head.

The greatsword collided with the sword, and the sparks splattered out, scattering them on the grass and then merging with the grass.

Battles always change dramatically in an instant, the scene of fighting knives no longer exists, the sharp white sword against the blade of the sword, even if there is such a huge size gap between the two weapons, but the sword has the power that is not inferior to the sword.

The big sword gradually began to be unable to support it, and the white sword spun in a seemingly light way, directly slamming the big sword to the ground.

There was a dull sound of the sword smashing on the grass, and the blood-red ghost hand tried to pick it up, but the action stopped abruptly in the middle of it.

The white sword was already on the neck of the owner of the ghost hand.

"Well done!" Marcos whistled not far away.

"Alright, I'm losing, get the damn thing off my neck. Maffeo lightly pointed at the knife resting around his neck.

As the sword was sheathed, Maffeo's nervous heart fell silent. He picked up his broadsword and pulled him back behind his back, then wiped the sweat from his face with his hand. It's really uncomfortable to practice swordsmanship in the sun, especially when you lose this kind of practice-like duel.

"Well done, Fett, your swordsmanship is really good. Marcos, who was not far away, walked over.

Fett stared at his sword, as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong? Did you win pretty well, or do you have any doubts?" asked Marcos.

"Nothing. Fett replied.

"I'm not as good as you, it's really beautiful swordsmanship. Maffeo said helplessly.

"Don't be discouraged, you're doing a good job. Marcos reassured, which surprised Maffeo a little, after all, such a Marcos is rare.

"Hey, you've all won, you should be happy. Maffeo spread his hands at Fett.

"I'm glad you have you as my opponent. Fit said politely.

Maffeo pursed his lips and glanced at Marcos, who just glanced at himself and Fett with interest.

"Looks like you're done. Karl's voice came.

The three of them looked over, and Carl leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, staring at the side.

"Your commission is done?"

Carl nodded.

"It's fast. Marcos smiled and walked up to him, who took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"As you can see, Fett managed to take out Maffeo. Marcos took a drag on his cigarette and gestured to the two men.

"Pretty good. Carl himself lit a cigarette.

Marcos followed Karl's example and leaned against the tree, looking at Maffeo and Fett, who were exchanging experiences: "Actually, my original intention was to let Maffeo also practice swordsmanship, after all, you know." ”

"I know. ”

"I think it's time for us to go there. Marcos glanced in the direction of the west coast, though the hazy tower could not be seen in the obscuration of the buildings.

As Maffeo and Fett begin a new practice duel, Marcos and Carl ponder their journey in the shade of a tree as they fight each other.