The only café on the West Coast is one of the best on the West Coast in terms of its environment and the taste of coffee. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMany people like to spend their free time here, which can be any time of the day, and they can even sit here all day if they want to. Of course, it's a forbidden place for sailors, most of whom don't know how to enjoy life, and wine and women are their favorites, which is probably why this café has always been peaceful.

"So, that's all?" Marcos stirred the cup of pure black coffee in front of him with a small spoon, he hadn't taken a sip so far. I believe that there are too many things for him to calm down and taste that cup of coffee that is enough to bitter anyone.

Fett clutched his coffee cup in both hands, as if it wasn't a warm summer on the West Coast, but a cold and windy winter. "It looks like we're all wrong, they've completely hidden their whereabouts. Still, I was surprised that the famous Imperial General Hoffmann would be in such a squalid town. ”

"That's weird, isn't it?" Marcos stopped moving, then took a sip from his coffee cup. "Well, now there's another problem. Why did the Celestial Kallett have a relationship with the Empire? I might think that some of their members fell to Arad. ”

"I don't know them very well, and I don't know their style. Fett said with some regret.

Marcos smiled, "At least for you and me, they're not easy bastards to mess with. ”

"Maybe Freya and Carl will know something, isn't there a war going on in the Celestial?" Fett asked.

"It's the only way to do it at the moment, but I don't think they know the details. Just as we don't know anything about Kahlert, they don't know anything about the Delos Empire. Marcos shook his head, agreeing with Fett, looking very ambivalent.

Fett pondered, and she learned Marcos to stir the coffee in her cup. It seems that this way can calm your mind and at the same time keep your head from rusting. Marcos squinted at the refracted light, which reflected the potted plants on the windowsill as if it were a vibrant scene. No one likes to think about something heavy in such a quiet time.

"We'll keep an investigation, but we'll also have to keep an eye out for what's going on in Sky City. I'll ask Karl there, it's the best way to do it at the moment. Because there are so many things we need to figure out, and this is not going to be done in a very short time. Marcos spoke his mind, and he thought that at least this idea of balancing the two sides would not be disagreed.

"Agreed. Fett replied bluntly.

"Well, I think we can enjoy our leisure time here for a while, at least we can't waste our coffee here. Marcos laughed like a child. "It's expensive. ”

Fitty nodded, "Yes, yes. ”

Carl hid in the doorway and suddenly put the improvised flying robot into the house, and it lunged at Maffeo, who was smearing the rye bread with inferior margarine, causing the latter to fly out of his silver spoon in his hand in fright. "God, what the hell is this!" Maffeo shouted.

"Quiet, Maffeo, or I'll blast you out. Freya looked back impatiently, the fellow hadn't been quiet since he came to his room.

Maffeo pointed at the robot blankly, "This damn thing scared the hell, I'm sorry!"

Freya strangely caught the flying robot in Maffeo's line of sight, and then glanced at Maffeo in dissatisfaction. "It's just a robot. ”

Carl walked in just in time, "Sorry to bother you, Freya, I just wanted to try this guy's performance." ”

"Well, I guess you're just trying to tease Maffeo, aren't you?" Frejapi said with a smile.

"Just an accident. Carl picked up the robot and took the chip out of it, and from his expression, it was clear that the robot hadn't performed as well as he wanted, at least so far.

Maffeo searched for the silver spoon he had dropped, he didn't want his bad breakfast to be ruined by a robot. Of course, he eventually found the silver spoon, even though it was covered in dust and lube. Disappointed, he threw the silver spoon aside, helplessly nibbling on half-buttered rye bread.

Karl looked up at Maffeo, then chuckled. "I told you a long time ago that all women in the heavenly realm are tigresses. ”

Before Maffeo could respond, Freya turned her head and asked dissatisfiedly, "What did you just say, Carl?"

"Didn't say anything. Karl forced a smile to himself.

"No, no, no, I mean, where did you hear that?" Freya stopped what she was doing.

"Do you really want to know that much?"

"It's Pera Vane, right?" Freya said, gesturing at Carl, as if trying to tell Carl not to try to deceive me.

Carl spread his hands, "Why are you asking me when you know the answer?"

Freya was visibly angry, but she was actually simply trying to express her displeasure with Pera Wayne. "I don't like him, and while Dr. Richter is also a weirdo, at least he doesn't have prejudices about celestial women. ”

"That's just a damn joke, and if you think so, you'll be relieved. Carl deliberately spat out a string of smoke rings at Maffeo.

"I'll try to think like you say, "Mr. Lawless." Freya turned her head to herself and continued to study the table full of mechanical parts, she had only a little knowledge of machinery, and now under the influence of Carl and Maffeo, it was even more difficult for her to calm down and study their complex structures.

Although Maffeo listened to the conversation between the two, he was still confused. "Pera Vane, Dr. Rickett, can someone explain these two gentlemen to me?" he spread his hands, seeking answers from the only two Celestials in the room.

However, both Carl and Freya seemed to be busy with their own business, so they did not answer Maffeo's question. Much to the latter's embarrassment, he spread his right hand and pressed the side of his thumb to the corner of his mouth to make a amplified voice: "Hello, hello!" he greeted the air in a slightly louder decibel voice, as if trying to prove his presence in the room.

A mass of mechanical parts smashed straight into Maffeo's body, and Freya made a gesture for him to leave. Maffeo said innocently, "Of course you don't answer, I just want to say that if these machines give you a headache, I think I may know a guy who can help you, and he may have the parts or lubrication you need...... Oil or something. He wasn't sure what they were called, so he said it very cautiously.

"Are you sure?" Freya finally heard something that was of interest to her, and Karl looked up at Maffeo almost at the same time.

"You know, I love the pudding at the port shop, and give me 2 ounces of milk every time...... "Freya interrupted him immediately, "You can talk about your food life another day." ”

"Hey, that guy has something to do with food. Like me, he liked the pudding in that shop. I thought I might be able to introduce him to you, and to be honest, it's not that easy to find someone on Arad who likes to fiddle with machines. Maffeo didn't dare to talk too much about food.

Freya and Carl stood up at the same time, and the former walked up to Maffeo and smiled, "Thank you, Maffeo, you lead the way." ”

"Yes. Maffeo immediately turned and walked out the door.