On the way back, Marcos' steps were stiff, and Maffeo could confirm that it was because he was struggling with something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe closed door almost indicated that it was the next place, but now that it was closed, and there was a deserved extra group of guards, it was terrible, and Maffeo was 100% sure that there would be a fight to get through it.

"Where are you?" asked Maffeo at last, and Marcos' distracted appearance made him feel uncomfortable.

Marcos came back to his senses and smiled: "In the city in the sky, in Bakar's palace, I was called out by my best brother Maffeo Fry, thank you for your concern. ”

"you, Marcos. Maffeo made a gesture of disdain.

"How long have we been away from Viller, Maffeo?" Marcos always made Maffeo impatient every time he changed the subject. "What?" he said, confused.

Marcos tried to make it clear, "I mean, we've been away for so long, I wonder if Wolf is okay?"

"I don't want to be nagged by him anymore. Maffeo pouted.

"And what about Sister Catherine?" said Marcos once again, putting a wicked smile on his lips and expecting Maffeo's reaction.

Maffeo's eyes widened, and then he hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no, she's just a nun, and I'm a ghost swordsman, we'll never have a relationship, ever. ”

Marcos grimaced, "I don't believe you, you pestered her all day when she was a trainee nun, and then you were scolded by Sister Monica, it's pathetic." ”

"Shut up, Marcos, don't talk about what happened when we were kids, we're all adults. Maffeo said impatiently.

"Do you really think so?" said Marcos, under his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure. Maffeo eventually found himself not confident enough to say something short, but he said it anyway. Marcos quickened his pace without saying a word, and Maffeo didn't know if he was angry or indifferent, but he just followed him silently.

When the two returned to the crowd, Randall was almost the first to catch up. There is no doubt that he has been waiting for a long time, and he only wants a definite answer now. "How's it going?"

"Not bad. Marcos smiled wreakily.

"Uh, what do you mean it's not bad?" Randall was a little confused.

Marcos replied lightly, "We found a door to the interior of the palace, and that was the way we were going." But we met the guard's magic puppet, and then, the door closed. ”

"Oh, damn it......" Randall scolded under his breath, but when he reacted, he couldn't let go of how Marcos could still joke in such a situation.

"Fighting is inevitable. Maffeo added, and then he walked straight in the direction of Blackburn.

"We need to talk to those guys, don't we?" Marcos pointed to the commanding guys.

"Of course. Randall led the way to that side.

Maffeo walked over to Blackburn and sat down on the ground. The other party didn't even realize his existence, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, and there were words in his mouth. Maffeo confirmed that it was a prayer for St. Remidia, though he did not remember Blackburn's belief in St. Remidia.

"Hey, Blackburn. Maffeo slapped him the shoulder, as if trying to pull him out of his glorious thoughts.

"What?Fry, it's you......" There is no doubt that Maffeo's sudden action startled Blackburn.

"It's fun. Freya stood up and walked past Maffeo, walking alone to a lonely corner.

"I don't remember messing with you, Freya. Maffeo was puzzled.

Freya didn't respond to him, she just crouched in the lonely corner, pushing the bullets in the magazine repeatedly. Karl, who was using the barrel of the Viper Cannon as a pillow, opened his eyes and said to Maffeo, "It's better not to mess with her now, women are fickle." If you're going to ask why, I think she heard all the conversations between Marcos and Randall, and you should know why. ”

Maffeo's head raced, and at the last moment he finally understood. "I know, I know. He repeated the phrase in a whisper.

Decision-makers often need a lot of time to decide something that can be decided in an instant, and they are always vigilant, and they are reluctant to step through that door easily, which they consider to be a trap, even though Marcos has confirmed that there is no danger. But Marcos didn't have clear evidence, so he couldn't convince the decision-makers, because no one would believe the instincts of an ordinary adventurer.

Marcos looked a little frustrated at breaking away from the group of decision-makers, he looked a little resentful, but he never went out of his way over these things. He just found a place to sit down in silence, took out the kettle and kept drinking.

Maffeo's eyes never took off Freya, who was alone in a lonely corner, and he finally decided to get up and go over. Although he received a warning from Karl in the first place, he completely ignored it.

"Stupid fellow......" Karl simply stopped paying attention to Maffeo, closing his eyes slightly, enjoying the few moments of rest.

Freya looked up at Maffeo standing in front of her suspiciously, she didn't speak, but kept staring at each other with suspicious eyes, which made Maffeo feel a little uncomfortable. "Uh, can I sit here?" he said, gesturing to Freya's side.

"Whatever you want. Freya's answer was cold.

"Okay. Maffeo cautiously sat down next to Freya, not wanting to provoke her in the first place.

Freya shoved the loaded magazine into her gun, then tucked it into her holster. She's skilful in her movements, and firearms may have become an integral part of her life, though it may sound ironic.

"Are you alright?" asked Maffeo softly.

"What do you mean?" Freya's tone was filled with impatience.

"I can tell you more about that gate, we still have a chance. Maffeo didn't know where he got the courage to say that.

Freya finally turned her gaze to him, "Then tell me." ”

Maffeo grunted and comforted himself, hoping he wouldn't get lost in his thoughts. "That's just my guess, there are some guards out there, you know, those magic dolls. One of them is a guy with a lightsaber who is supposed to be their leader, and I believe the key to opening the door lies in it. ”

"You mean that if you defeat it, you'll be able to open that door, right?" Freya's expression became serious.

"No, I said it was just my guess. But I believe that since it is there, there must be a reason. ”

"Thank you for the information, Maffeo. Freya didn't smile, she turned her head and began to prepare her weapons. Maffeo had to admit that Freya was a small arsenal of small arms that could be moved, and although most of the weapons on her body would not be used herself, he would never doubt its power.