"He hasn't changed at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Fit stared at Marcos, who was teasing Walter, who was stupidly trying to put a boot on Walter's front paws, which also drew his displeasure, shaking his head as hard as he could, and then trying to bite Marcos's arm with his teeth.

"You too. Marcos pouted. "Both of these conditions are normal, or, if you prefer this statement, they are not normal. Anyway, it's probably a good starter, but it doesn't make much sense, does it?"

"That's right. She nodded, looking to the side. There were few painkillers left in the pill bottle lying quietly on the table, and Marcos had been suffering from intermittent headaches since he stopped using the suppressor to restrain his hands. He knew that it was useless to take medicine, because it was the spirit that was wandering in his head. "Does your head still hurt?" asked Fett.

Marcos gently knocked Walter's claws on his knees, then touched its head. But it didn't seem to want to be touched by Marcos' head, so it tilted its head and used its tongue to chase Marcos' hand. "It's the same as before, whether it's Purmon's whispers, or Saya's lamentations, or Rakshasa's curses, no matter what, I can't get rid of them. ”

"Do you still think you're right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Completely liberating the ghosts and gods, the soul stones you let me accompany you to that horrible place are the materials used to make things that will give you complete control over the ghosts. Fett took the bottle in his hand and handed it to Marcos.

Marcos waved his hand and didn't take the vial. "I don't need this thing, I said, it doesn't do me any good. ”

"At least give it a try. Fit forced the bottle into Marcos' hand. "If I were you, I probably wouldn't do that. But you're yourself, so I can't represent you. ”

"But I'm still grateful that you can care about me. Marcos smiled wryly.

"Because I can't kill you to free you, can I?" Every time Marcos thought she was finally joking, he noticed that her expression was indifferent, not even a little wavering. So he was sure that Fett was just expressing it in another way about the joke, and that it made him feel uncomfortable.

Marcos muttered as he glanced in the direction of the warehouse door. "I think he should be back too. ”

"Do you really believe he'll be able to get some money?"

"If he can really get us some money, then he's a lovely baby. ”

The carriage jolted through the narrow, almost crowded streets. The coachmen cursed incessantly, whipped their horses, and leaned over to see if the wheels would run over something. Sebastian followed the snail-like carriage, and the buyer was a very arrogant fellow, so he had to deliver the goods to him himself. He had to follow the carriage halfway across the west coast from the port to where the buyer's shop on the other side of the Academy of Magic was located.

Ludwig hung his sailor's hat on his chest and followed Sebastian with his head bowed in frustration. Without going to sea, he had to help with everything that required manpower on land. He didn't know if it was better or worse than navigating a ship in a storm, but anyway, he wasn't used to being a porter, and it felt strange to him.

"The streets here are so crowded that we may have chosen the wrong time to deliver our goods. Ludwig muttered as he looked at the people around him.

"Easy, Ludwig, we just have to follow the carriage. When that's all over, I'll treat you to a drink. You've been really tired lately, too. Sebastian could even put a hand on the carriage, because it was so slow.

"Thanks, Sebastian. ”

"Now I'm a little envious of that little bastard of Maffeo, and think about it, sitting in a dark, cool warehouse and drinking apple juice from a tavern is such a pleasure on this hot day. Sebastian laughed.

"If it were me, I'd probably have another chocolate-covered ice cream. Ludwig wiped his sweat.

"Yes, heaven and hell are only separated by a street. ”

Maffeo chased away a mosquito buzzing in his ears and slowly walked back in the direction of Warehouse 13. There was some sound there, and Maffeo was sure it was going to be a noisy place. He looked out over the mountains on the outskirts of the West Coast, at the golden sky behind the angular, jagged black peaks, and wondered why he suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

He no longer cared about etiquette and opened the door of the warehouse. They were all familiar guys, and there was no need for him to pretend to be polite. "I'm back!"

"Welcome back, my dear Maffeo!" Marcos was the first to greet him, and his malicious smile discouraged Maffeo. "Come here. ”

"You don't want to trick me, do you?" Maffeo didn't listen to him, but stared at him warily in place.

Marcos stepped forward and hooked Maffeo's neck, "No, no, no, I just wanted to know if you helped us get some money." If you don't get it, Freya and even Mirna will beat you up except me. But if you get it, then I think we'll probably call you a cute baby. ”

"Trust me, man, I did get you some money. Maffeo immediately folded his hands and refused. "But as for the hell name, forget it. ”

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I really got you some money. Maffeo shook his head and said sincerely.

Marcos was a little incoherent, "So, you say...... Got it...... Where?"

Ffeo told everyone everything about the cargo and the Black Shark, and this time he finally made a better point, and he couldn't get around most of the people present. In fact, Marcos had long heard from Fett that Maffeo had befriended some pirates, and could say that he nominally owned a ship. Adrian had always had the will to pass on the Black Shark to Maffeo as a fortune when he was too old to lift a scimitar, though only he knew about it so far. "I mean, that batch of sugar and rum will fetch a good price here, and I think Sebastian will get the money tomorrow at the latest. ”

"Very well, thank you, Maffeo. Marcos stepped forward and tried to give him a hug, but this time Maffeo didn't refuse, and he greeted him.

"Now all we need to do is decide what we want to do next. Freya bit her lip lightly and looked at Maffeo with interest, the guy who suddenly seemed a little strange to her.