The year 991 in the Arad calendar

Life blooms on this land, and the warm breeze of spring blows through this vibrant land. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis is the most beautiful season, she represents hope, life, beauty.

The fountain spews a strange splash of water, which is funny and beautiful, and maybe some cute animals.

The apple that fell from the fruit tree smashed on top of his golden hair, and the man who was smashed let out a soft cry, and he picked up the apple and stared at it. In a moment, he wiped the dust off the apple with his black half-shoulder cape, and then began to eat.

"You're going to have a tummy. A voice came, with a hint of reproach.

"Sorry Freya, I'm a little thirsty. Maffeo bit the apple.

Freya sat next to Maffeo, looking at the fountain in front of her, as if something uneasy was bothering her.

"How... What... Up?" Maffeo said muttering, munching on the flesh of the apple.

"I've been in the world below for more than half a year, and I'm really worried about the situation in the imperial capital. Freya looked at the sky, the strange clouds forming a variety of forms in the sky, and the glare of the sun made her eyes narrow.

"I think we should check out the castle in the sky, and maybe it can help you and Carl. Maffeo glanced in the direction of the west coast, and a hazy tower came into view.

"Do you really believe in legends?"

"What choice is there otherwise?" said Maffeo, continuing to eat the apple.

Freya looked at Maffeo helplessly, he really looked like a child in her eyes.

"What have you been up to with Camilly lately?" asked Maffeo.

"Gran Forest has monsters again, those goblins. Freya said a little tiredly.

"Really? When the hell is the place going to really calm down. Maffeo tossed the finished apple into the trash can beside him.

"Actually, I'd like to ask why goblins can manipulate lightning, and that goblin named Sherlock in the backstreet can live well in this town. Freya held her chin in her hand.

"I'm not surprised by what kind of sorcery those guys are doing now. Maffeo leaned back in his chair a little lazily.

"That's amazing, Camilly's aura didn't have any effect on that goblin's body. And it also summons lightning strikes, which almost hit me a few times, and it took a lot of effort for us to kill it. ”

"Poof" Maffeo burst out laughing, and Freya looked at him with some disdain, she didn't know what was so funny about it. Seeing the smile on Maffeo's face, Freya was slightly angry.

Maffeo was still smiling, and Freya glared at him before getting up and leaving. The latter, although he did not understand what was happening, still smiled. The passers-by around looked at Maffeo with strange eyes, and at least half of them thought he was crazy.

Old Edward stood on the balcony on the second floor of the guild and fiddled with his flowers and plants, which should be rejuvenated when spring came. Marcos came over with a jug, and he followed old Edward's instructions to water the flowers and plants and bring them to life.

Since his last return from another dimension, Marcos has rarely taken on requests for battles. Old Edward had also asked him why, and he only said that he needed some time to calm his mind, and he didn't want to carry out bloody killings for the time being. Therefore, his black knife has been lying quietly in the room of the Celia Hotel for the past two months, and of course he is still taking care of the knife as usual. In any case, the sword was his second life.

As a result, in the past two months, all the battle commissions sent to the guild have basically been contracted by Freya and Camilli, and Karl is strange that he always goes to Kelly's to inquire about the latest situation in Sky City. As time passed, fears of the Celestial War grew in his and Freya's minds.

As for Maffeo, he seems to have been happy to help the Duchy with Randall lately. For example, sending letters, building fortifications, inquiring about information, and so on. These commissions also deepened the doubts in Maffeo's mind, and he suspected that war was very likely to come. Therefore, he also tries to enjoy a seemingly peaceful life, such as sitting in Huttonmar Park and admiring the fountain. Sometimes he would go to the Moonshine Tavern at Randall's invitation to have a drink with him, but every time he went, he drank instead of wine.

In addition, Marcos would often go to the church of Hutton Marr to pray during these two months, and he became acquainted with the priestess of the priestess, Golantis. I have to say that the clergy's perception of such things as evil is indeed different from ordinary people, and she knew that Marcos was a ghost swordsman when she first saw him. Marcos naturally knew in his heart the abilities of these guys, and he was not afraid of others knowing his identity.

"Marcos, what are you going to do next?" asked Edward Sr. as he trimmed the flowers.

"Uh...... I still need a little more time. Marcos replied perfunctorily, trying to pretend that he was watering as seriously as possible.

"Well, it's up to you to make your own decisions, and I don't think you're going to stop adventuring. Old Edward smiled, as if he understood what Marcos was thinking.

"Sir, what do you think I'll call them up for a drink in the Moonshine Tavern tonight?" Marcos put down the kettle, and he changed the subject, though he didn't think so in his heart.

"I know what you're here for, you need to relax. ”

"Yes. "Marcos confessed his true thoughts, and he was never a person who substituted lies for his true thoughts.

"No problem, you go. Edward Sr. smiled and waved at Marcos.

Marcos bowed slightly, though old Edward didn't know what he meant by doing so.

Norton trotted to Hutton Marr's park, his sneaky look like a thief. He quickly made his way to the bench where Maffeo was, who had already dozed off in his chair. Norton looked around warily, as if trying to confirm something. After he glanced at it, he sat down cautiously, and then slapped Maffeo asleep with his hand slightly.

Maffeo muttered in his dream, he didn't want to interrupt his dream. Seeing this, Norton stabbed him hard. This also interrupted his sweet dream, he wiped his face with his right hand, and looked at Norton on the side: "Master Norton, you are finally here." His tone was distinctly complaining.

"Look in front of you and pretend you don't know me. Norton spoke nervously.

"Why?"

"Just do what I say. Norton gritted his teeth.

Maffeo didn't quite understand the significance of Norton's actions, but he looked at the fountain in front of him. Norton looked at the children playing on his right, pretending to be interested.

"Based on the last time you brought back the Soul Stone from that alternate dimension, I have come to a surprising conclusion after studying it. Norton whispered.

"What is it?" Maffeo's eyes were looking at the fountain, but the doubts in his heart were getting deeper, and he couldn't understand why Norton was so mysterious.

"According to my research, those zombies are the elves who lived in the Gran Forest before the fire. Norton said in a voice that only he could hear, which made Maffeo lean his ear to hear clearly.

"Master Norton, these Marcos have long come to a conclusion. Maffeo smiled and looked at Norton, who thought the old man was so funny.

"Not only that, but I also came to the conclusion that the negativity these zombies have comes from a strange place, which is very old and probably existed a long time ago. There is a huge power that we can't understand in the Arad continent, and maybe any person in that place can be worthy of the top powerhouses in our continent. ”

"Are you kidding?" said Maffeo, not believing Norton.

"I know you may not believe any of this, but with your adventurous experiences, sooner or later you will one day believe what I say. I don't have time, I have to report these conclusions to the Principality, and the truth must be known to the public. Norton finished his words quickly, and then he immediately got up and walked away quickly. Maffeo looked at his distant back in surprise and shook his head.