"Why are you on the Arad continent?" Kelly looked at Karl standing in front of him, puzzled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Don't talk about anything else, tell me where Kathu is?" Karl was a little impatient.

"I don't know where he is, I don't even know if he's dead or alive. Kelly's eyes were a little sad.

"Why did you fall for that bastard Pierre?" said Carl at Kelly. This also attracted a strange look.

"Karl, things have changed, and none of us thought that Van Vladin would come up with such a vicious plan, let alone that he would succeed in plotting against Pierre. ”

"You know what? Just after you and Kathu fell into the sea of the sky and the Ardennes Heights fell, Captain Bilmoz was executed by Kalert. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"Are you sorry? Tell me that if you hadn't fallen for that vicious scheme, maybe the Ardennes Heights wouldn't have been lost, and you and Kathu have no doubt about their abilities, but how can you make such a mistake at that time?"

"I do pity Carl, if you want to blame me, then put all the blame on me. Kelly said a little tiredly.

"No one is solely responsible, we are all sinners. Carl shook his head, and his excitement slowly calmed down.

"So what's your next plan, find Kathu?"

"You don't know Katu's whereabouts, as his best friend, I don't know his whereabouts, how can I find him in this vast continent? Not to mention that you just said that you don't know whether he is dead or alive, and I have never been a stubborn person. Karl smiled wryly.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Tell me how to go back to the Heavenly Realm. Carl pulled out a cigarette, but remembered that he didn't have a lighter, so he put it back in his pocket.

"Have you ever heard of Castle in the Sky?" Kelly pulled out a lighter out of nowhere and tossed it to Carl.

"Thanks, you said the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar built it?" Karl lit his cigarette.

"That's right, according to the legend of this continent, if you can reach the top of the Sky City, you will be able to reach the Heavenly Realm. Of course, there is also a flying tool called Magadha on this continent, but due to some kind of seal, Magadha can't even cross the sea in the sky. ”

"Tell me how to get to Sky City?"

"I suggest you don't go there now, after all, it's just a legend on the mainland, no one knows whether the top of the Sky City can access the Heavenly Realm, not to mention that the magicians on the west coast have also blocked it, and it is said that an unknown force has appeared there recently, and the magicians are going to investigate there. ”

"Well, I'll stay here for the time being, if you need any help, feel free to come to me, I think I'll have to find a place to stay. Carl said helplessly.

"Are you kidding? I'm self-reliant here, why do I need your help?" Kelly seemed a little upset by Carl's anger just now.

"I'm just talking. Carl left without looking back, and Kelly was a little depressed.

Carl found a hotel behind the market area and stayed in it, the hotel looked a little shabby, there was only a bed and a table in the room, Carl lay on the bed, his hands on his head, and his thoughts gradually returned to his native heavenly realm. The memories seemed so normal that before I knew it, Carl fell asleep.

"Phew, is this the Duchy of Belmar? It's much more prosperous than I thought. Maffeo looked around at the bustling streets.

"You'd better act like you've never seen the world a little more, so people can laugh at you. Marcos teased.

"Hey, Marcos, you see, the market area over there looks like there's a lot of good stuff. Maffeo said, pointing to the bustling market area.

"Okay man, most of the things here are really gorgeous in appearance, but don't be deceived, how many of you have enough to be deceived by others?"

"Don't do that, Marcos!" Maffeo pouted.

"Follow me, you'll need to be familiar with this. Marcos acted as a leader.

"Hey, you've just been here once, as for showing off like this. "Maffeo was a little dissatisfied.

"Haha, I'm afraid you'll disappear into this sprawling town. ”

Under Marcos's guidance, Maffeo quickly got a general idea of the streets of Huttonmar, and it has to be said that it is indeed a large place, and the intricate lanes are very likely to get lost even if you live here.

The time soon came to the afternoon, and the two of them, who had been wandering around for a long time, also felt the protest from their stomachs. "Are you hungry?" asked Marcos.

"Of course, you pay. Maffeo smirked.

"You lucky bastard. Marcos smiled wryly and ran to the stall next to him and bought some bread and sausages.

"Then, at least you won't starve. Marcos tossed him the portion of food that belonged to Maffeo.

The two of them simply found a bench and sat down to quickly finish the food in hand, and Marcos thought to himself that after some calculations he had come up with a good idea, but it might not be a good idea for Maffeo.

"Maffeo, shall we get to the top of the cathedral first? Marcos smirked.

"Are you crazy? Why are we going up there, if you want to race on the ground?" Maffeo was a little puzzled.

"Life always needs a little stimulation and freedom, and that is the biggest fight against unfortunate fate. Marcos put away the smile on his face as he said this. Maffeo fell silent when he heard this, and both of them looked at their distorted left hand.

"You're right, Marcos, so begin!" Maffeo leaped to his feet and rushed towards the cathedral.

"You bastard, you've fouled!" Marcos swung his fist and hurriedly chased after him.

Maffeo came to the sparsely populated side of the church and began to climb, and Marcos chased after him with incredible speed, "You conspirator!" Marcos scolded.

"Hey, Marcos, it doesn't matter what the outcome is, besides, this is your idea, and your idea has always been used to fix me. Maffeo smirked.

Marcos didn't reply, but plucked up his strength to climb up, there weren't many points to climb in the church, but that wasn't to say it couldn't be climbed, as long as no one looked up on the street below. Soon, Marcos caught up with Maffeo, and the two were already at the same level at this point.

"I'll kill you!" Marcos gasped and raised his hand at Maffeo.

"Don't get complacent about Marcos, you won't win easily. Maffeo gasped.

A few minutes later, Marcos was the first to reach the top of the church, and Maffeo was just one step away from winning. Reaching the top, Marcos stretched out his right hand to Maffeo, who smiled and shook the hand, and Marcos pulled Maffeo up hard.

"You win, you ...... Happy!" Maffeo gasped. Marcos waved his hand, and he was too tired to breathe. "There is no such thing as a winner, as I said before, it is a fight against fate. The two of them rested for a moment, then stood up and looked down on the town.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Marcos lightly.

"That's right. Maffeo lowered his voice.

The two of them stood there silently, and an eagle flew past them, whistling from their mouths.

Time always flies, and before you know it, the sky is dyed crimson by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the two of them struggle to descend from the cathedral to the ground. Fortunately, luck favored the two, and no one noticed their behavior.

The two went down to the ground and consulted, and decided to find a place to stay, but Marcos was familiar with Belmar, and he led Maffeo to the back of the market area, where there were so many hotels that it was not difficult to find a place to stay.

As Marcos was picking which hotel to stay in, Maffeo was attracted to a room on his right. It was about the same as the surrounding houses, just a little taller. However, unlike the other houses, there is a tattered black flag on the top of the house. The sign hanging outside the room was crooked to the side, and only two words could be seen written on the back of the sign - Guild.

"I want to go there and see it. Maffeo pointed to the room.

"That's not a hotel, Maffeo. ”

"Marcos, you go find a place to stay first, and I'll go there and come back. With that, Maffeo walked straight to the room.

"I can't help it!" Marcus shook his head.

Maffeo cautiously pushed open the door of the room, and there were only a few candles in it that shone faintly, and the tables and chairs in the hall on the first floor of the room were neatly arranged. Maffeo surveyed everything that was present in the room. To his left was a staircase leading to the second floor, but it looked crumbling. He turned his gaze to a bulletin board on the right side of the lobby on the first floor, which was clean and not a single one was entrusted to it. "Anyone?" called Maffeo. All that was answered was silence, and he shouted again, but there was still no response. He tried to find a bench to sit on, and when his butt first touched the bench, the bench snapped and shattered.

"Someone came here, it seems that I am really old. An old voice sounded on the stairs, which also startled Maffeo.

A white-haired old man on crutches trembled out of the shadows of the stairs, "Please forgive me young man, I have bad ears, so I didn't know you came in." ”

"It doesn't matter. Maffeo smiled.

The old man's gaze shifted to the broken bench.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Maffeo quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, the whole house was crumbling. The old man dragged a bench from behind the bar with a cane. "Take this and sit down, at least it won't collapse. Maffeo hurriedly went up to catch the bench. "Thank you. ”

The old man dragged another stool from behind the bar and sat down on it himself. "So, why are you here? young man?"

"You look like you're an adventurer's guild here......"

"That was the old days, and now, as you can see, I'm the only bad old man here. ”

"What happened?"

"If that's what you're going to ask, then please go back. The old man only dropped a sentence briefly.

Maffeo was a little embarrassed, but the old man in front of him didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so he got up and left. As Maffeo got up, the old man overheard a glimpse of Maffeo's ghost hand, so he suddenly said in a slightly louder voice, "Wait." Maffeo looked back at the old man in confusion.

"What's your name, young man?" asked the old man.

"Maffeo Frye. ”

"I think we might be able to talk. ”

Maffeo sat back on the bench, but his mind was still full of doubts, he didn't know what had made the old man change his mind.

The old man lay his cane flat on the table and told him stories about his son. The expression on Maffeo's face was always serious throughout.