Maffeo used his hands to chase away the uncomfortable smell of wine, and Marcos teased Maffeo as always, as he always did when he came to the Moonlight Tavern. Sothia looked at the group led by Marcos with a little surprise www.biquge.info his impression, he had never brought so many people to his tavern for a drink.

The noise was almost deafening to Maffeo's ears, and the roars of the duelists above the ring on the basement level could be heard clearly, and the chatter of the various drinking guests and the sound of the clashing of wine glasses made him miss the tranquility of the Gran Forest a little. Anyway, everything here is really disorganized.

Everyone sat down at a round table, and except for Maffeo, the rest of them had a glass of rum in front of them, and Maffeo was a little embarrassed to ask Sosia for a glass of blueberry juice.

Maffeo rested his head on the table and looked helplessly at the four people in front of him and drank the rum in his hand. He thought that maybe he would never understand what was so good about wine in his life.

Karl pulled out a cigarette as usual and smoked it, only at this time, Marcos was smoking the same uncomfortable thing as he did.

Maffeo looked at Marcos with some disdain, and the latter's expression of exhaling smoke rings was a sign of enjoyment, but he himself could not understand how such a pungent and choking thing could make him look like enjoyment.

Maffeo wanted to have a glass with Freya, but the latter didn't buy it, and it was clear that she was still haunted by Maffeo's inexplicable laughter during the day. This also embarrassed Maffeo, but the usually gentle Camilli helped him find a step, and she reached for the cup in her hand and touched it with Maffeo, who looked at her with a little gratitude.

Unable to hide his smile, Marcos deliberately clinked glasses with Freya in order to make Maffeo even more upset and embarrassed. Maffeo, who had been teased by Marcos many times, was no longer the same as before, he just drank blueberry juice quietly, and in his eyes Marcos behaved like a clown.

"Maffeo, did Master Norton look for you today?" Seeing that Marcos was unsuccessful in his tricks, he had to ask about it.

"He's crazy, pretending to be a thief and talking to me a lot of things I don't understand. ”

"What is the conclusion of his research?"

Maffeo repeated Norton's words to Marcos, who looked thoughtful. "Do you believe that this place really exists?" he asked.

"Perhaps, any ghost and ghost legend in our celestial realm is inseparable from one place—the Silent City. Freya said.

"What's that?"

"It is said that the building has access to the legendary Demon Realm. Freya explained.

"Shylock...... "Maffeo's mouth popped up with a name.

Marcos nodded, "It is said that the Apostle lives in the Demon Realm. ”

Obviously, the creatures of the Apostles are very mysterious in both the Arad continent and the Celestial Realm, and they possess great power that ordinary people can never understand. Ten years ago, in the year 981 of the Arad calendar, the Fifth Apostle Shylock, who was transferred to the Cave of Sorrows, was able to easily defeat the Four Sword Saints even in an extremely weakened state. It has to be said that these creatures are an unexplored territory for humans, and perhaps humans will never be able to approach that realm.

A graceful figure in a black cloak passed by the round table where everyone was, and out of the corner of Marcos's eyes caught a glimpse of the figure, and what he wanted to say next was swallowed back into his stomach.

The black figure sat at a small table in the corner of the tavern, shook the glass of white wine in her hand, and began to drink. She seems to be afraid that others will find out, so she chooses a dark corner, and even then, she still turns her back to everything that is noisy here.

Marcos slowly got up and walked towards her, Maffeo looked at him strangely, Marcos just waved his hand and motioned for them to continue drinking, nothing happened.

Footsteps rattled against the wooden floor, and Marcos gradually came behind her. As if sensing someone behind her, she put down the glass of white wine that was left and sat there quietly, not turning around.

Marcos whispered, "Looks like we're meeting again, ma'am!" he deliberately emphasized the word lady, the same woman he had passed by two months ago.

The flash of the knife came from her hand, and Marcos, who had combat experience, realized that it was a ferocious and sharp attack. He hurriedly jumped back to dodge the range of the woman's sword, and at this moment, a faint pain came from the right side of his face. The warm liquid flowed from the right side of his face, and Marcos touched it, his hands suddenly stained with his own blood. But the woman's action of closing the knife was clearly seen by Marcos, it was a sharp white knife.

The scene of "God......" was seen by Maffeo, who had always been strange about Marcos's behavior, and he hurried over.

Maffeo tried to draw his sword and slash at the black figure, but Marcos hurriedly stopped him. "Don't get excited, man. ”

"You're wounded, and that damn attack was clearly trying to kill you. ”

"I can take care of this myself, so can I stay quiet?" Marcos waved his hand and motioned for Karl to come and drag Maffeo away. Karl quickly walked over and grabbed Maffeo by the collar and dragged him back. "Damn, Carl, you're hurting me. Maffeo wanted to break free of Karl's hand, and Karl's strength was terrifying, at least Maffeo couldn't take advantage of it in breaking free.

Karl pressed Maffeo hard against the wooden chair, and the latter impatiently pulled his hands away as a sign of displeasure.

Ignoring the wound on the right side of his face, Marcos stood there and said to the figure, "I think there must be some misunderstanding here." ”

"No misunderstanding, you lackey of the Empire. The black figure spoke, still the same silver bell-like female voice.

"What? I have nothing to do with those guys. ”

"Then why are you so interested in me?" her tone was full of hatred.

"Well, I don't know what you've been through that caused you to hate the Empire so much, but I can assure you that I have nothing to do with those guys. I was just... Curious, why would you a lady dress like this, forgive my rudeness, you look like living the life of a street rat. Marcos looked at the black back, trying to explain.

"Why should I trust you?"

"They can testify for me. Marcos pointed at Maffeo. The woman turned her head slightly, and the faintly visible short silver hair also caught Marcos's eyes.

In the eyes of the silver-haired woman, Maffeo and Carl argued with each other, although Karl basically did not speak, he just quietly looked at Maffeo who was angry for no reason in front of him. On the side, Freya didn't seem interested in any of this, she just quietly drank the glass of rum in her hand. And Camilli, as always, put a smile on her face and looked at everything that was noisy in front of her.

She slowly got up, then pulled a piece of gauze from her cloak and tossed it to Marcos. "I'm sorry. She didn't stop there, and quickly left in the direction of the tavern door. As he passed the round table, Maffeo seemed to be trying to stand up and ask her for an explanation, but Carl pressed him to the bench.

Marcos looked at the piece of gauze in his hand, and the doubts in his heart deepened with the gauze.

"It hurts...... I have to say, that lady's swordsmanship is really amazing. Carl disinfects Marcos' wounds.

"Ma'am, is that a woman?" asked Maffeo, puffing up.

"Maffeo, you're such an agitated bastard, you don't have to use violence to solve everything. Marcos preached.

"But she almost killed you, what's wrong with you?"

"Violence only leads to more violence, you see?" said Marcos, using gauze against his own wounds that had already been cleaned. "Damn, I think I'm going to leave a scar on the right side of my face. ”

"That's your luck. Maffeo muttered quietly.

"Alright, alright, relax, come!" Marcos said, holding up Rum in his hand. Five glasses collided together, and wine and drink were sprinkled on the wooden table. Illuminated by orange light, they are as chaotic as everything here.