Although he thought he just had no purpose and no intention of wandering around the alleys of the West Coast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But he found himself suddenly walking to the port on the west coast, subconsciously looking at the black silhouette of the giant beast in the sky. The moonlight looks a bit bleak, with more starlight flecks in the farther spots around. Then he saw the warhammer standing in the harbor.

The guy rolled up his sleeves, carried a sledgehammer, and looked around. "Hey, Warhammer. Maffeo stepped forward to say hello, still keeping a certain distance from him, not wanting to get too close to him and encounter something strange.

"Oh, Maffeo, the fear in you is about to erupt. Warhammer leaned back slightly, swinging the sledgehammer in his hand.

"What are you doing with that dangerous thing?" said Maffeo, gesturing to the lethal sledgehammer he was holding.

"There was something I needed to pick up, but the guy was late. Warhammer paced back and forth, but didn't look anxious.

"Are you going to meet with someone? Besides, shouldn't you be waiting for Freya and the others to clear the jungle on the Veil Behemoth?"

"My loyal follower, Eugene, will take care of everything, and in fact, I can already hear the roar of the Magadha engine. He spread his right hand and put the side of his thumb to his ear. "It's going down fast. ”

Maffeo must admit that he could not hear the roar of Magadha in the chaotic sounds of the port, "I can't hear it. ”

"Well, hello, deaf. Warhammer lowered his right hand in a boring manner.

"Damn ......"

"It looks like that guy isn't going to show up, I'd better hurry back to the warehouse, maybe I'll find something interesting there. Warhammer slung the sledgehammer on his shoulders and walked slowly in the direction of the warehouse. He didn't even bother to look at Maffeo, he just knew that this guy's existence was nothing to him. He doesn't care about everything, for the time being.

If Warhammer was a war machine capable of crushing everything when it manipulated Magadha, then Blackburn operated it as a non-threatening service robot loaded with a hard-working memory chip. It doesn't have any lethality, and the purpose of its existence is to bring more convenience to the guy who made it. This time, Schultz finally got a glimpse of what he was doing about riding Magadha. That goodwill does not come from Magadha itself, but from the way in which the driver manipulates it.

As a result, the shouting that used to come from the Warhammer Magadha when it was activated or anchored was not heard, and to the people it was just another ordinary Magadha that landed in the harbor because it was late. "Oh my God, dude, seriously, I love you being the driver. Schultz walked up to Blackburn and tried to hook up with him.

"Your name is Frederick Schultz, isn't it?" said Blackburn in a friendly voice.

"That's right. ”

"So, can I just call you Frederick?"

"Of course no problem, man, you're a good man. ”

"Yes, I'm glad to hear you say that. Blackburn turned off the engine and jumped off Magadha with Schultz.

Warhammer kicked open the door to the warehouse, and Marcus lifted his head from the table, which had an abstract curve that he had drawn with the spilled dark beer he had just drawn in his absent-mindedness. Instead, he became interested in the curve, and if it weren't for the warhammer making such a big noise, he would have continued to study it.

"What's wrong, Warhammer?" asked Marcos absent-mindedly.

"That guy didn't come to the port, I wonder if you've already met him. Warhammer sat across from Marcos and smashed the sledgehammer to the ground.

Marcos took the silver box that Nils had given him from his trench coat and pushed it in front of Warhammer, "Here. ”

"Oh, he's such a baby. Warhammer picked up the silver box and looked at it closely.

"It must have taken a lot of effort for him to find these things, but that's called collaboration. Marcos lit a cigarette for himself, and at the same time wiped away with his hand the curves he had drawn with beer that he was no longer interested in.

"Did you tell the bug?" Warhammer gestured to Carl, who was sleeping on the couch, though his eyes were always on the silver box.

"He told me not to tell him for a while, and he didn't want to alarm the guys anyway. Marcos said in a low voice.

"It's a nuisance. Warhammer stopped asking, but concentrated on the silver box.

Marcos adjusted his posture, as if trying to make himself more comfortable. He rested his legs on the table and leaned back in his chair to make a "creaking" sound, like a shoddy thug who had been in the tavern for many years. "Now that you're back, Freya and the others have done what they need to do, right?"

"It went well, temporarily. It's a pity that the commission issued by the nobles only gave us half a day, otherwise we would have gotten the gold coins. ”

"I don't know what they think, can you understand?"

"I've never tried to understand the feelings of some guys, after all, if there's anything that interests me, it's going to be a blast. Warhammer raised a hand, clenched it into a fist, and spread its fingers in an explosive motion.

"The money that Maffeo got has been delivered in the morning, and you can go buy the materials you need to make Warhammer I. Marcos stumbled into the warehouse, believing it was now a vault.

"Then I'd better hurry up and write to that bitch and ask her to send me some materials. She's such a reasonable woman, and I can't take advantage of her even with Freya and Carl's connections. Warhammer threw a combo punch into the air, as if the air were Kelly.

"Go ahead. Marcos smiled helplessly.

Maffeo moved hurriedly, tightening the loose belt buckles and clasps, smoothing out the folds in his clothes, and wiping off the spilled drinks and liquor with tissues. Mirna was still gobbling up across from him, as if she hadn't seen food in a long time, and Mafeo was worried that she would choke to death. At Maffeo's feet, Walter sat still, picking up the flesh and bones that Fett had thrown with his mouth. And from time to time there is a sound of satisfaction.

"You won't believe it, Maffeo, the beastly cry that came from the darkness at the end of the jungle, that place shouldn't even exist. Blackburn spoke to Maffeo with gusto, recounting everything he had seen and heard through Warhammer Zero.

"Eugene, we've been to many places. Honestly, if I were to believe that a hell of a place exists now, I would hardly have any doubts. Maffeo grimaced.

"You should really look at Schultz at that time, he was so frightened that he crawled out of the darkness. Even now, when she thinks back to the brief exploration of the dark area after defeating the unique dryad at the end of the jungle, Mirna tears tears from laughter. She lay on the table, her laughing fork poking at the table.

Schultz buried his head in the food, never willing to lift his head. Maffeo shifted his body and sat down next to him. "Please, Frederick. However, he just waved his hand.

"You're not going to teach this imp a lesson, are you?" said Maffeo to Freya and the others for answers.

"He's already good for someone who is really stepping into real combat for the first time. Freya replied calmly. "We don't have any intention of blaming him, it's just that, in battle, our anger tends to get very big. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's because the opponent is difficult. Anyway, I don't want to go into too much detail about being in the jungle right now. ”

"Did you hear that?" said Maffeo, rubbing Schultz's head. "Don't be depressed. ”

Schultz finally looked up, and his face, flushed from choking, made Milna laugh again. "I just...... Choked on ......"

"Oh my God......"