By the time Maffeo returned to his hotel on the West Coast, it was completely dark. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info all kinds of thoughts along the way caused him to travel very slowly, but these seemed to be fine, he was more concerned about how to defeat the dragonman named Lucas. First and foremost, it is important to find out where it came from, and I believe that no one will have the courage to challenge it fearlessly without knowing anything about the enemy. Just like Maffeo, who had fought with it not long ago, it could be said that it was powerless to fight back.

The West Coast was at its busiest time of the day at night, but Maffeo wasn't in the mood to feel the vibrancy of the town, and he walked briskly through the shopping street towards the hotel with his head down. When he walked through an archway to the Academy of Magic, and when the domed building came into view, Maffeo realized that he had been on the West Coast for so many days without taking a good look at the building that could rival the Cathedral of Huttonmar in its grandeur.

But as he thought to himself, he didn't have much leisure to admire the magical building, he only glanced at it a few times before walking down the street towards the hotel.

The streets here are much brighter than those of Huttonmar, with magic street lamps lining each side every five meters. Because the Academy of Magic stands here, the town's items in many places are also imbued with a magical style. Of course, as for the problem of the energy supply of the magic lamp, I believe that it cannot be regarded as a problem for the Academy of Magic at all.

It took about a few minutes for Maffeo to get back to the hotel, and instead of lingering in the lobby of the hotel, he went straight upstairs, which was actually quite a good hotel on the West Coast, but for some reason, Maffeo always felt that this hotel was something worse than the cosy hotel of Celia. For his slightly sluggish self, he found it not easy to explain what was missing.

As Maffeo was about to open the door, a strong scent entered his nostrils. This aroma is naturally familiar to him, it is the unique aroma of black coffee. He also discovered that the scent was coming from Karl's room next to him, much to Maffeo's surprise. Ever since he came to the West Coast, usually after nightfall, this guy would go to the harbor alone and look up at the city in the sky.

Karl clearly didn't expect Maffeo to come in, so when Maffeo suddenly pushed the door in, he said, "Coming back so soon?"

But this sentence is clearly not said to Maffeo, "You... Looks good. Maffeo smiled awkwardly.

Carl sighed after seeing the person coming, "Am I really too lazy...... Hey, don't be stunned, come in. ”

Maffeo closed the door softly, this guy was a freak to himself. Although my communication with him gradually increased over time, it was far from the level that Marcos talked to him about everything.

But that didn't mean Maffeo was out of the room, as he pulled over a bench and sat down as soon as he entered. When he sat down, he realized that Carl was actually alone in his room making coffee. "That's a surprise to me, wait, where did you get this thing?" said Maffeo, gesturing to the glass coffee pot on the table. Its workmanship is simple, it can be said that it is just a filtered water bottle with a heating metal plate attached, and the bottom is heated by an alcohol lamp. But in any case, for the Arad people, this coffee pot already represents their highest level of brewing coffee. As for what the celestial realm is like, no one knows except themselves.

"Isn't that weird? It's too rudimentary for the Celestial Realm. Carl poured the brewed black coffee with a blank face.

"Is there any other way to cook this thing?"

Carl shoved a cup of black coffee in front of Maffeo, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't." ”

"Maybe. Maffeo took a sip from his coffee cup, "Damn, it's... It's so bitter, you... Unsweetened?"

Karl pulled out a lump of candy from a nearby pouch and tossed it pinpointingly into Maffeo's cup of coffee. Maffeo smiled bitterly and stirred the cup with a small wooden spoon, the way the guy in front of him acted so strangely every time.

"Have you been anywhere?" Karl asked suddenly, lighting a cigarette.

"What?"

"There is clotted blood on your sword. ”

Maffeo looked at the big sword at his waist, "No kidding, how did you see that?"

"When you walk in the door. ”

"You won, I mean really. ”

Carl took a sip of his coffee, "Is it the city in the sky?"

Maffeo tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, a little hesitant. Karl waved his hand, "If you don't want to say it, forget it." ”

"I've been there, really...... It's amazing. ”

Carl flicked the ash of his cigarette, and the expression on his face finally began to become a little more serious, "What's going on there?"

Maffeo pulled the spinels and pterosaur scales out of his pocket and laid them out on the wooden table. "Was it helpful to you?"

Karl didn't pay attention to the shiny red spinel, he just picked up a few scales and looked at them. "That means you're at war with the creatures in there. ”

"That's right, I'd love to talk to you about it. I met a guy named Lucas, who was scary and had a damn charged halberd that I couldn't deal with alone. Maffeo shook his head with a wry smile.

"So, you escaped before it was electrified into a barbecue. ”

"You're still the same, come on, I'm not that decrepit, am I?" said Maffeo.

Karl's tone softened a little: "If it were me, maybe even worse than you." ”

"For me, it was a merciless mockery. "Maffeo doesn't mind. "I remember that Bakar ruled the Celestial Realm for a while, I wonder if you know anything about that Lucas?"

"It's not funny at all. Carl extinguished the cigarette in his hand. "I only believe in bullets than in legends. ”

Maffeo patted his forehead, "I'm sorry, you weren't born at that time. ”

"You can wait, those guys should be almost done with dinner. ”

"Why didn't you go along?"

Carl didn't answer Maffeo's question, he just went about making coffee on his own.

Maffeo didn't know how Carl had lived his life for more than twenty years, and perhaps in some way, he was even more miserable than himself. He was also angry, he also felt lost, he had been displaced for decades, and the goals he pursued remained vague. Until that flag was raised, the celestial realm entered chaos once again.

If only Maffeo could see the desolate lawlessness......