At night, it seems that things are finally starting to get weird. Normally www.biquge.info, during this time, adventurers exploring the city in the sky and magicians collecting samples on a Mogata return to the West Coast, and few people are active at night. But now that night has covered the entire West Coast, a group of mercenaries exploring Sky City still haven't returned from the tower.

There has been no movement in the teleportation magic array, and the strange atmosphere has spread, and Maffeo can feel that something is wrong, maybe what Marcos said has really come true. He had now finally put away his slightly contemptuous attitude, and the seriousness of the problem might indeed be as serious as Marcos said.

"No, there's still no movement, I think we should go to them. Randall shook his head as he looked at the calm teleportation array.

"Are you sure you want to do that? There might be danger there. Freya reminded.

Randall sighed, "I can't leave them alone, something must have happened to them." ”

"Alright, Randall, take it easy, at least wait a little longer, okay?" Freya reassured.

Randall sat a little weakly on the bench beside him, and seemed to be happy to be with them for any strange thing, and they were like a bolt from the blue at this moment. The group of mercenaries seemed to be ghosts, quietly disappearing from people's sight.

Fett knocked on Marcos's door, and the latter's slouchy voice came from inside, "Come in!"

"Well, I thought you forgot about me, a bruised bastard. Marcos got up and poured Fett a cup of coffee.

"You know in your heart what is right and what is wrong. Fett took his coffee and said.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to talk about these topics right now. Tell me, I don't think you're coming to me for no reason. Marcos sat down and lit a cigarette.

Fett gently placed the coffee cup on the table, pulled out the letter about the Legion of the Oracle from his bosom and handed it to Marcos. "I don't think you're going to be interested in anything out there, it's too hasty and crazy. ”

Marcos didn't unfold the envelope to read it, he just jokingly said, "In that case, why should I look at this stuff!?"

"No, of course you will watch, because you have not forgotten about cooperation with the revolutionary army. Fett wasn't angry, she was used to it.

"Perfect answer. Marcos opened the letter and read it, and although he did not know what the consequences of its contents would have on the allies of the Revolutionary Army, he at least knew that it must have taken great courage to act in such an extraordinary time. I believe that no one will be willing to provoke the tough and domineering Delos Empire, except for these crazy people who raise the banner of resistance.

"Shouldn't that be a good thing for you?" Marcos smiled. "Isn't it what you need if a three-masted galleon with a large number of guns can compete with most of the ships of the Empire's main fleet?"

Fett shook his head and said in a slightly mocking tone, "If we didn't think about the consequences, we wouldn't be able to exist today. ”

Marcos seemed to understand something, and he slowly spoke: "I see, this is indeed something that I am very taboo about. I hate to say so, but maybe your allies on Ruava Island will be in company. ”

"It's good that you know. ”

"So, what exactly is the purpose of showing me this letter?"

"That's not about this letter, Captain Root just thinks you have a right to know what's written in it. ”

Fit's answer surprised Marcos, who coughed dryly, and it was clear that the discomfort caused by smoking was beginning to show itself, but he didn't seem to think so. "Can I think you're crazy too?"

Fett also ignored Marcos's ridicule, and she went straight to the topic: "Our members have found the Imperial Army in Sky City, and Rout wants to ask you to help the Revolutionary Army investigate." The crisis of the Academy of Magic has not been resolved, and I don't think you will stop exploring the city in the sky just there. ”

Marcos snuffed out the cigarette in his hand on the table and patted the soot from his clothes. "I know, but not now. You know, my injuries aren't quite healed right now, and so are you, limping lady. ”

"Doesn't the rest of the guild exist for you?" Fett looked at Marcos with some disdain.

Marcos muttered, his mood starting to feel a little bad. "Listen, everything has to have a beginning and an end. Our main goal now is to help the Academy of Magic solve the crisis of the magic circle, which is more important than some kind of action of the Empire here, as it may cause more deaths. ”

Maffeo, who had been listening outside the door for a long time, could sense the change in Marcos's tone, so he turned his handle abruptly and walked into the room. Undoubtedly, Maffeo came in a little surprise to both Marcos and Fett, and Maffeo barely smiled and said, "I hope I didn't disturb you." ”

"No, you don't. Marcos beckoned for him to close the door.

When Maffeo closed the door, he couldn't hold back the smile that barely hung on his face. "There is bad news, a group of mercenaries have lost news in Sky City, and they have not returned yet. ”

"You understand?" Marcos gave Fett a strange smile, out of frustration, to be exact.

Fett nodded, and Marcos quickly added, "I never said that this matter would not help you, but the first thing we have to solve is the crisis of the Academy of Magic. ”

"Thank you very much. Fett whispered.

Marcos turned his head again and asked Maffeo, "Do you believe it now?"

Maffeo smiled wryly and spread his hands, "Hey, man, I never said I didn't believe it, it just felt a little weird. ”

"Do you have any clues over there?"

"Puppeteer......" Maffeo said dumbfounded. "That's all they left behind. ”

"It seems that the Academy of Magic already knows what is going on, and it must have something to do with the so-called puppeteers. Marcos mused.

Maffeo rubbed his face, as if trying to make himself look sober. "Tomorrow I'll go with Freya to find them in Sky City. ”

"Be careful, don't die. Marcos said solemnly, he wasn't joking.

Maffeo nodded cautiously, "I'll keep my little life alive." ”

The West Coast is starting to warm up in March, but in the minds of the mercenaries, it feels like they are in the perennially cold northern snowy region. His companion quietly lost contact, which made the people of the Hutton Marr mercenary group feel very uncomfortable. The loss of news from their companions is like a wake-up call in their hearts, and they begin to re-examine whether they are too optimistic in this situation.

Freya strolls down the streets alone, and though she finally convinces Randall to let him leave for Sky City tomorrow in search of his companions, it makes her feel very tired. Her mind drifted back to her native celestial realm in fatigue, and war seemed to be strange to her at this time. She longed to reach the heavenly realm at the top of Sky City, but at the same time she repeatedly inquired about her heart. For the Celestial War, has he completely become a person who is out of the matter?

She enjoyed her adventurous life in Arad, and despite the ugliness of war, most of the place was still a peaceful scene, which was almost impossible to see in the heavenly realm. Like Kelly, she began to feel a little tired of it in her heart, even though she hated to admit it.

"Don't overthink it, you still have what you need to save. Carl's voice suddenly rang out behind Freya's back, pulling her back from the ocean of thoughts.

Freya stopped her steps and turned slowly.

"You have to try to find a way back to the Heavenly Realm, no matter how long it takes. Then rescue Her Royal Highness, that's what you should do. Karl said, looking into Freya's eyes.

The thoughts that had crept out of Freya's heart at that moment disappeared without a trace under Carl's words, and she squeezed out a smile and said in a sincere tone, "Thank you, Carl." ”

"I'll help you, not for myself, but to end the war. Karl smiled as well.