Warhammer marched in confusion, like a drunk, and gestured to hold a pistol. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info"Tell me you're done, or I'll give you a bullet, and it's going to be a great meal." ”

"you, Warhammer. Maffeo threw the black rectangular object at the warhammer. "It's all in there, it's just ......" Maffeo paused and didn't continue.

"Just?" Warhammer spread his hands, seeking answers from Maffeo. The guy had apparently gone to get some more wine while waiting, and in addition to smelling wine, Maffeo had noticed a bottle of 976 Angli pinned to Warhammer's waist, a white wine from Teolles that was a favorite of most nobles. And, as a rule, this wine is only found at court banquets, so Maffeo is sure that the man has obtained the bottle by some improper means.

"I was discovered. Maffeo replied.

"Oh, that's stupid. Warhammer looked away at Blackburn, who was sorting through the boxes. "Did you hear that, little Eugene, this guy was discovered, and now I regret letting him in. ”

"Hey, don't say that, Warhammer. Blackburn frowned disapprerovingly. "He's here to help, and if it weren't for him, I don't think we'd ever have been able to find where they traded. ”

"Yes, yes, you're right. Listen to you, genius. Warhammer nodded, picked up the bottle at his waist, lifted the mask, and poured it into his mouth.

Maffeo felt the need to make things clear, because it was about the whole thing and what the Warhammer guy wanted to hear. "Well, those guys are trading on a hillside on the outskirts of Huttonmar, about half a mile east of the plain of Amiens. ”

"I thought they would turn north to Northmar when they reached the suburbs. Warhammer shrugged indifferently and poured another bite of Angli into his mouth.

"Why do you say that?" asked Maffeo.

"Because it looks dirtier than it does here, doesn't it? And you know, there are so many more gangsters and thieves in that place than in the backstreets of Huttonmar. Warhammer said.

"I don't care what it's like there. Maffeo spread his hands indifferently and brought the topic back on track. "I've seen the buyers, a bunch of weird guys. Like a black monk, what is even stranger is that they found me. And they didn't notice anything more until they found me. It was a strange feeling, it was like they suddenly realized my presence. And, what I know for sure, those guys are not ordinary people. Because no ordinary person can release a black aura from his arm that can resonate with my ghost hand. ”

Warhammer, who was sitting on the stairs in front of the door of an abandoned house trying to relax, suddenly jumped up and pointed at Maffeo. "That's right, everything makes sense. ”

"What's the matter, what can you tell?" Maffeo felt a little puzzled.

"I'll find time to explain this to you. Now, I have to figure out where those guys are strong. I've established that those guys are the source of this whole incident. Warhammer clearly didn't want to waste any more time here, and he pulled up Blackburn, who was yawning and already fighting with his eyelids. Calling Maffeo, who was still a little stunned, left the back street.

The guy sold the pass along the way, and in the face of the two of them taking turns to ask questions, he was able to cleverly avoid the topic almost every time. This made the two of them feel a little tired in their frustration, and Huttonmar could no longer find another guy like them who was constantly active into the wee hours of the morning, except for the gangsters who were busy trading.

Warhammer was obviously reluctant to give more details, but he thought he had given enough hints. In his favorite parlance, the two had rusty brains, and they needed lubricant to get their heads back to normal functioning. Well, in any case, the two of them are unlikely to get an answer tonight. So, in a depressed mood, they went back to the Celia Hotel, went into their rooms, and buried their heads in the pillows - they didn't need any hell lube.

Things took a turn for the worse on a night that couldn't have been more ordinary, and the only thing that was certain was that Warhammer had identified those buyers, and he seemed to be confident about it. Maffeo didn't want to dwell on the details, he just wanted to take a break - to use that time to think about how to control Kazan.

Warhammer was already sitting in the guild the next morning, and of course, there was no point in him continuing to hide it. It would be wiser to tell someone earlier than to do something boring. So he waited impatiently for an hour or so - the guy always was, patience seemed to linger on him for very long, and he finally waited for Maffeo and Blackburn, who wanted to sleep in, but were woken up by Selia. Well, Warhammer is really willing to use any means.

"Hey, Warhammer. Maffeo walked into the guild and greeted Jiro with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head, lying on his chair like a shoddy thug. "I really didn't expect you to ask Selia to wake us up, actually, it's a very foreign thing to both of us, can you imagine a girl blushing into a male-only room?"

"It's crazy, Warhammer, you shouldn't have done that. Blackburn still had a blush on his cheeks.

"I don't care about that, in fact, Celia is a good girl. And you, a bunch of hopelessly lazy worms. Warhammer was even more "presumptuous" than before, and he had rested his feet on the wooden table in the hall.

"It's up to you, Warhammer King. Maffeo pouted.

That's the perfect name for me. Warhammer picked up the bottle of Anglit from previous night and filled the clay wine glasses on the table.

After a brief chat with old Edward, Maffeo and Blackburn sat across from Warhammer, waiting for the lovely "Emperor" to give his speech. "Tell me, what exactly did you find?"

"If I'm not mistaken, damn, bad opening line. Warhammer stomped his foot, regrouping his words and speaking. "I wouldn't be mistaken, those buyers were part of that damn rumored organization that was in many places. Of course, you will surely ask why you are so sure. Quite simply, they discovered Maffeo's existence without warning and made his ghost hands resonate, and that alone was enough for me to confirm their identity. ”

"So, what are the identities of those guys?" asked Maffeo tentatively, revealing his ghost hand.

"Pretenders. Warhammer replied calmly, not even picking up a clay glass and taking a sip of it.

Blackburn, who was drinking water, couldn't help but choke, he really couldn't understand what Warhammer was thinking, how could he be so categorical and decisive to say this still speculative answer? In the absence of clear evidence, he thought that Warhammer could not casually define some unknown guys. It was his own principle, one he had long before Warhammer appeared in front of him.

"Oh, the pretenders, but as far as I know, those guys have long since been wiped out by the priests. Maffeo's words made Warhammer burst into laughter, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his laughter. "Hahaha, another fooled idiot. Do you really think those guys are gone? Actually, the Curse of Blood has never gone away, never. Warhammer made a point of emphasizing the last sentence.

Maffeo was silent for a moment, not knowing what words to use to face this embarrassing situation. He couldn't find a word to refute it, or a word to agree with Warhammer's idea. So he chose silence, a choice that would always be the easiest.

"Maybe you have more questions, but why don't we wait and see? Warhammer said meaningfully to the two of them.

"Hopefully you can do it. Blackburn thumped his chest, relieving the pain of choking.

"Do what you want, Warhammer, prove it to me. Maffeo replied in a low voice.

"No problem, Frey the Great. ”