At night, the street outside the warehouse was extraordinarily quiet, and Fett walked along the road with the moonlight, walking in the direction of the warehouse. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Along the way, he looked at the graffiti of the Warhammers that had been sitting on the wall for a week or so, and when the rain actually arrived, they had their last moments. Where was her last moment? It was her question, she would not doubt her goal of overthrowing the Empire, but she could not guarantee that she would see that day with her own eyes.

Crazy guys like Natalia and Rose will make her feel that the road ahead will be even more sinister. Doing so may be sorry for many of the guys she knows, which has prevented her from making such a decision.

The moonlight was hidden in the clouds, and the last rays of light were deprived by the darkness. When Fett came to her senses, she found herself facing the door of the warehouse. One step further, and she will return to the noisy world. Thinking that some of the guys were happy to make a noise that would be noticed, she opened the door to the warehouse.

A mixture of unknown herbs and gin penetrated her nostrils, and she subconsciously waved the air in front of her nostrils with her hand, although she drank, she hated spirits, she didn't like that feeling. But she was under the impression that none of the guys in the guild could fight spirits, not even Marcos, the drunkard who had most bad habits.

"You're back? I'm still wondering where you've been. Marcos's voice came in the next second, and Fett looked over to find him boiling herbs with a stranger he didn't know.

"Marcos, and Kohler?" was a hint of uncertainty in Fett's tone, as she didn't know why Kohler was here.

"Miss Fit, it's a pleasure to meet you. Kohler smiled at her.

"As you can see, we're figuring out how to turn that guy back into a human from a bug. Marcos gestured to Carl lying on the couch, but he didn't use a joking tone, as if he really thought Carl was a bug at this point.

Fett closed the warehouse door, "Have you found any effective treatment?"

"Just trying. Marcos helped Kohler toss the ingredients into the pot, and even now that he thinks about it, Marcos finds the process of buying the pot very unpleasant, and he doesn't want to mention it.

"Well, I wish you all the best. Fit walked into the sleeping room without a sound and gently closed the door.

Without knowing whether this method is effective, the three of them can only have the mentality of trying it out. So in the evening, they had Carl slowly drink the spirits little by little, and then eat the apple strudel mixed with herbs. Sleeping was the only thing he had to do next, and in fact, with the help of herbs, he fell asleep quickly.

Dreams and reality were not much different from Carl at this time, and he saw the cannonballs that screeched in the sky. An incomparably real battlefield appeared before his eyes, it was a dream, he told himself repeatedly. But he didn't know why he dreamed of it, because the scene in the dream was the Ardennes Heights. So he saw a steady stream of Kahlert soldiers pouring up to the position, hell metal hell.

Suddenly, Pierre, who had betrayed the entire Ardennes Heights garrison, emerged from a corner of the battlefield like a ghost. Karl looked at Pierre, who was getting closer and closer to him, but found that he couldn't move. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the holster around his waist, but there was no weapon there. The cold and painful sensations came almost simultaneously, and Pierre stabbed the dagger into his abdomen......

As if using a magic portal, he suddenly found that the imperial capital caught in the flames of war stood in front of him. The ornate walls of yesteryear are gone, and the streets are filled with the smell of blood and the smoke of bullet shots. He felt that the world was unreal and empty, but he found that the Callert soldiers were burning the houses of civilians as if they were actually there.

Eventually, the girl, who was familiar and unfamiliar in her mind, brandished two revolvers loaded with sharp blades, and disappeared into the Kahlert soldiers......

"Carl, Carl. He heard someone calling his name, and it was the girl's voice.

"Carl, Carl. Marcos's voice seemed more real, and Carl slowly opened his eyes, the sun shining through the window, and he thought that he was back in the noisy world.

Marcos breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the bench with a smile. "You know what? your nightmare look is horrible, but I think the herbs and spirits must have worked. You look much better, and the fever has subsided. ”

"I ......," Karl squirmed, his lips twitching.

"It must be uncomfortable to be able to speak, what do you need?" Marcos teased.

"Thank you for ......"

"That's all?"

Carl nodded.

"Please, it's nothing, just get some rest. ”

Maffeo struggled his way through the crowd to a stall full of copper pots, deep pots and pans, which looked a little dazzling in the morning sun. Behind the stall stood a bearded middle-aged man with an olive-colored hood and bulky boots made of seal skin. He had a reluctant look on his face - to put it more bluntly, he looked like he was going to spit in Maffeo's face in the next second, to humiliate the guy who wanted to return it.

In the end, in the middle of the dispute, Maffeo had no choice but to compromise with the profiteers, who had already made a concession - promising to return the goods, but only giving Maffeo two-thirds of the money. In any case, he hated these profiteers so much that if it weren't for Carl, he would even want to have them torn to pieces.

The markets on the West Coast were full of life, and on the way back, Maffeo grabbed his sleeve or trousers almost every step he took - a child separated from his parents, or some drunken drunkard, or some black-hearted peddler who acted strangely and illegally sold magic potions. In short, Maffeo felt irritable. That pot often leaked some herbs when boiling herbs last night, so the quality is definitely not guaranteed. Like Sebastian, he thought, he was fed up with the ubiquitous profiteers.

Maffeo's face ran out of patience as he began to curse and use the force of his elbows to push the man away. He just wanted to get back to the warehouse as soon as possible to see if that guy Carl had changed from a bug back to a human.

Just how far away the dream is from reality, Carl doesn't know. He sat alone on the bed, looking out the window at the sunlight shining in, his thoughts drifting to the distant heavenly realm. When he suddenly and violently tries to find the object that can connect with the girl, he finds that he has nothing but the pair of revolvers that have been with him all along. He smiled wryly at the well-maintained revolver, which Freya had been helping with during her illness.

If he could, he hoped that the vision in the dream was not real. Although he doesn't believe in some fantasy, what happened on the continent of Arad has changed his long-standing opinion, especially the appearance of the bard Alice. He hadn't had much contact with the woman a few times, but he seemed to feel as if everything was meant to be.

"Erin......