The conspirators are incredible creatures in Marcos's eyes, and their actions are incomprehensible, especially during this difficult time. He saw a lot and heard more, but he wanted to forget all the information he had gathered and concentrate on what he wanted to do. He may have realized what had changed, but the only thing that hadn't changed was that at some point, he couldn't make the choices he wanted. In other words, he had no choice.

By conspiring too small to keep himself from accepting the principality's commission, Marcos didn't know what the consequences would be. Even if it's just one wrong step that will cause his peers' trust in him to collapse, that's certainly something he doesn't want to see. But from another point of view, his companions may understand him because of their own difficulties.

The roads were full of patrolling soldiers, and Hutton Marr was never under martial law. But now it is different, in times of war, the most fearful thing for the conspirators is the infiltration of hostile spies. Their commander was angry, alert, harsh, and arrogant, as if the whole world depended on him alone. Even the residential areas are patrolled by a large number of guards, and they are noisy day and night. The counts, who were usually invisible, also paced back and forth restlessly in the courtyard of the town hall.

The already narrow alley was completely blocked by an overturned carriage, and the soldiers checked the overturned carriage at the innermost part of the circle formed by the crowd, while the unsuspecting crowd on the periphery desperately tried to squeeze in to find out. Marcos shook his head and said to Karl. "Let's go the other way, the city is starting to mess around. ”

"It can't be helped. Carl shrugged his shoulders indifferently, yes, what did it matter to him?

"You can hear a lot of anti-war voices in these people, it's not that they don't want to get involved in the war, it's that everyone knows the difference in power. Let's put it this way, most people don't care what the fate of a country will be, they care most about their families. Marcos said helplessly.

"Perhaps, but in the Celestial Realm, such a thought is rare to see. Carl replied thoughtfully. "There may be many causes for war, but in the heavenly realm, absolutely part of it is due to pride and prejudice. ”

"Ah, pride and prejudice. Marcos let out a sigh. "An eternal problem, like so many people discriminate against the Dark Elves and freaks like me. ”

"Have you ever wondered what kind of life you'd choose to live when everything calmed down, or when you're tired?" Karl asked suddenly, not wanting to make the journey back to the guild even more boring.

Marcos looked at him, "That's a question that surprises me, how to put it? The best possible outcome is to find a peaceful manor to spend the rest of your life, but it's more likely to die in a monster pile. Who knows, it doesn't matter, it's still too far away for me at this time. His expression was bitter, and Carl was sure he must have thought about it himself, but the answer was vague to anyone, as it would take most of his life to find it.

When the two returned to the guild, the scene there was almost as they expected. Civilians now have little to deal with with them, and you certainly can't expect a civilian's home to pop up with a corpse or go down to kill and loot during this period. So everyone in the guild is roughly in a state of idleness, of course, those who have a certain concept of wealth can live a good life for a period of time with the gold coins they have accumulated.

The two of them saw Uma and Mirna in the guild conducting some kind of magical experiment that seemed to explode at any moment, and Freya and Kamili exchanging ideas with each other about something they were not familiar with. and Schultz, who treats the scarecrow as a real enemy and constantly practices his swordsmanship. Finally, as usual, old Edward read the newspaper in a quiet corner, though more and more of the content was related to the war.

"Carl, I was thinking about you just now!" Before the two could react, Mirna hurriedly ran over and grabbed Carl's hand and walked towards Umma.

"Hey, what the hell......" Carl didn't even have time to utter a full word of complaint.

In front of Karl was some kind of magic device that he couldn't figure out anyway, and it was clear that it was pure nonsense, all to satisfy Mirna's curiosity, as Uma looked at in embarrassment. Mirna pouted and glanced over to Freya. She thought it was too dangerous and was reluctant to help. ”

"What help?" Karl asked.

"That's dangerous, Mirna, who knows what will happen if you fire a bullet at that magic device?" Freya explained before Mirna.

Mirna turned and grimaced at her, "It's going to be fine!"

"Can you tell me why you fired a bullet at this device?" Karl glanced at the black triangular device.

"It's very simple, I just want to see how a bullet will react when it hits. Mirna said with a smile.

Marcos leaned over with an interested look on his face. "Interesting, I thought I could try it. ”

"Alas......" Freya sighed helplessly, when the two of them appeared together, something might be troublesome.

Carl nodded, "Okay, just give it a try, we have more important things to discuss with you." ”

"Come on, come on. Mirna was about to jump with excitement.

As with most previous unsuccessful experiments, although nothing happened in the end, no interesting sight did Mirna want to see. The magic device was not affected by the bullet, which turned into a pile of powder when it hit the shell. Well, one way or another, this at least proves that the two cannot coexist with each other.

Mirna sat down and hung her head down on the table. "It's boring......"

"Another day wasted......" Uma muttered.

"What did you say?" Mirna looked up and glared at Umma.

"Alright, alright!" Marcos softened Mirna's imminent outburst in his characteristic tone of shamelessness. "We have more important things to discuss, so don't argue for now. ”

Uma got serious about what Marcos had said, and he quickly found a bench and sat down, waiting for Marcos to speak. When Freya was sure that Marcos wasn't joking, she and Camille put down the book in her hand as well.

Marcos was not a hell of an orator or a bard, or a preacher who preached strange ideas. He just told everyone in a very flat tone about his experience half an hour ago, a simple experience that couldn't be simpler. Although no one was surprised by Marcos's words, everyone knew what kind of trouble they would get if they didn't accept the commission. [.]