After this, Marcos spoke his mind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he decided to settle the matter about the magician before Norton came up with the results of his research, and now that he knows the ins and outs of the matter, he must not sit idly by, he said. Regardless, Krach has indeed caused a lot of hidden dangers for the residents here, and Pinoch has not yet made a move, so God knows what kind of magical abilities she will have.

Carl and Freya agreed with Marcos' idea, and they could use the opportunity to hone their fighting skills. Although Maffeo said that he was unwilling, he actually agreed with Marcos's idea in his heart.

According to the plan of the magicians, the adventurers who went to help this time were to enter the Glen Forest to meet them in the camp first, and then set off in two groups the next morning to defeat the magician sisters. Naturally, Maffeo was extremely unhappy with this plan, believing that the magicians were dragging their feet too much.

After some discussion, they finally came up with their results. The four of them split into two groups and went to deal with Krach and Pinochus. As for the remuneration, a few people didn't think much about it.

Thanks to the results of the grouping, Maffeo was walking side by side with Freya at this time. He didn't understand Marcos's idea of grouping like this, and in short, the other party just smiled shamelessly: "You can't always fight with my help, try your own abilities." The thought of his smug look at that moment made Maffeo curse in his heart.

Marcos and Carl just walked slowly behind the two, chatting the whole time, as if they didn't notice the awkward atmosphere ahead. Freya was a little depressed, and it seemed to her that Maffeo was very scared of herself, but she didn't know why. Maffeo always subconsciously avoided his gaze every time, and even if it was a brief conversation, the initiator was himself every time.

"It won't be easy this time, if all that information is true. Marcos said, straightening his gear.

"At least this time my gun won't jam so easily. Carl was smoking a cigarette, and honestly he was a smoker.

Under the embarrassing atmosphere ahead, Maffeo summoned up his unprecedented courage to speak, "Freya, you... How old are you this year?"

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Freya was surprised and surprised, knowing that this was the first time that Maffeo had taken the initiative to speak to her.

"According to the bastard in the back, you know, it's... Marcos. This time the two of us are... Partner, right? So... I want to get to know each other better. Maffeo said.

"What a terrible opening statement. Freya chuckled. "I'm 21 years old. ”

"Wow... It really amazes me that you're better than me... It's a year older. But you look better than me... Much more mature. ”

"People who grow up in different environments have different personalities. Freya looked at the imperial maiden's courtyard armband on her arm, the armband was gorgeous, with a bright red rose printed in the middle, which represented this group of palace maids who could burst out at the time of the imperial daughter's crisis.

Maffeo exhaled, as if to ease his nervousness: "Speaking of which, is the imperial daughter you are protecting the supreme ruler of the Heavenly Realm?"

"Yes......" Freya didn't continue, her eyes darkening.

Maffeo remembered that the princess had been kidnapped by the Callert organization, and he quickly waved his hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Freya!"

"It doesn't matter. Freya shifted her mood and barely managed to squeeze a smile out of her face, which also made Maffeo feel a little guilty.

To alleviate the embarrassment of an imminent comeback at this moment, Freya asked what she already knew, "What about you? How old are you?"

"Uh... At 20 years old, I am a year younger than you. Maffeo touched his head, as if feeling a little embarrassed.

"So, how did you and Marcos meet? I see you have a good relationship. Freya didn't continue the conversation about age.

"We're ...... about this," Maffeo tells Freya the story of his childhood with Marcos, at least in the eyes of Marcos later, which is not a good thing. He only saw the two of them talking unconsciously, it was not the first time he had heard his name from Maffeo's mouth, and he also believed that Maffeo was saying bad things about himself. But seeing that Maffeo was able to talk to Freya so happily, with Maffeo even able to look into Freya's eyes, it didn't matter if he said bad things about himself, at least for now.

"Cute bastard, finally enlightened. Marcos looked at Maffeo in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

Heavy snow covered the forest, and tents came into view. The noise broke through the cold wind and reached the ears, and the air was filled with a powerful magical aura, forming a circular protective shield around the camp to ward off the monsters that might attack, although in this cold weather, it was basically impossible for the monsters to attack. Unless it's a monster that can withstand the cold, but this kind of monster is usually found in the north, and it shouldn't be possible to appear in the Gran Forest. Even if there were, it would only be in the minority. Of course, monsters affected by magic are a different story.

The four of them walked into the camp, which was filled with adventurers of all stripes and magicians from the West Coast School of Magic. It can be seen that they really attach great importance to this incident, at least among the magicians sent out, they are all powerful people in the academy.

A short magician walked straight towards the four, with short snow-white hair and a black cloak, exuding a cold aura all over his body. The most conspicuous thing is his pair of pointed ears.

"Welcome, adventurer, I'm Uma Gard, a magician from the West Coast School of Magic. He nodded slightly and informed the four of them of his identities.

The moment they heard the name, Maffeo and Marcos felt a chill in their hearts, this was one of the group of magicians that the two had been following that day.

"Hello. Marcos raised his hand a little awkwardly.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, I haven't seen you anywhere. Uma's icy gaze swept over Maffeo and Marcos.

"I don't think so. Maffeo said hurriedly.

"You ......," he paused, then fixed his cold gaze on Maffeo's cloak. "Ghost hands, huh?"

Maffeo's pupils contracted sharply at this moment, and he began to stare at the magician warily. "And you, you're just like him. Uma moved her gaze to Marcos' left arm.

"I guess that won't affect our help, right?" Marcus pulled the ghost hand out of his cloak.

"I'm fine, but you two better not expose your ghost hands in front of Mr. Gilens, and don't hang around in front of him, he's always hated ghosts. Uma spat out a word, and then turned to leave.

"Hey, now that you know, I have a question for you too. Marcos stopped Uma as she was leaving.

"About what?" he tilted his head.

"Well, I don't think you're an elf, are you?" Marcos pointed to his ear.

"Terra. Uma dropped a few words briefly and walked towards the tent not far away. A black wand floated behind him, revealing the power of magic.

"That's magic, it's magical......" Freya's eyes were fixed on the wand floating behind Uma.

"Is there really no magic in your Celestial Realm?" asked Maffeo.

"Even if there were, it was five hundred years ago, when the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar issued a ban on magic, and since then magic has disappeared from our celestial realm. Freya replied.

"So, your Heavenly Realm has begun to vigorously develop technology?"

"Yes, the Seven Gods of War ......" As the two of them talked, Markos pondered the two words that Uma had left behind - Terra. He still didn't understand what those two words meant. He tried everything he had learned and seen to solve the problem, but at the end of the day, he found that none of these ideas fit well with the word Terra. Until his thoughts are interrupted by Carl. "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, let's go find a tent where no one is around, it's not wise to stand here and get cold, it's getting late. Marcos replied, trying to pull himself out of his thoughts.

The four of them found two tents near the woods, which at least from the outside looked like no one had visited.

Maffeo opened one of the tents, and a woman sitting upright in the tent looked at him. Maffeo, who had thought that there was no one here, was startled, and he quickly apologized to the woman. The latter smiled beautifully and said, "I'm just here." ”

"Sorry to bother you. There shouldn't be anyone in the tent next to it, right?" Maffeo touched his head.

The woman nodded, then signaled that it was okay.

As she turned to leave, Maffeo accidentally hooked the nail of the tent with his left hand, which also exposed his twisted left arm to the woman's sight.

"A man cursed by fate...... Is it!?" the woman's face stirred up slightly.