Maffeo's shadow was reflected in the magic lamps as he strolled the streets of the West Coast, hands in the pockets of his jacket and his head down at the dirt on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he had thought about what Alice had said, but he didn't believe her, and he didn't have a good impression of her. But it was unknown whether he would actually find the answer, he just hated the feeling of being played with in the palm of his hand.

For some reason, Maffeo's mind suddenly remembered the travels of one of the people Marcos had told him earlier. Leaving Velle himself was in itself a violation of Wolfe's teachings to himself, and all he needed was for each guy to travel alone, but he had been observing the world under the protection of Marcos. He has encountered danger, but most of the time he has saved it with the help of Marcos.

"Damn, what am I going to do, Marcos. He muttered to himself.

"What to do?" Karl's voice sounded coldly behind him. "Oh my God!" Maffeo hated the cold voice that always appeared next to him, and it always startled him. He looked back and saw four guys standing behind him. "It looks like you've solved what you want to solve, and so do we. ”

"Did you get an answer?" asked Carl.

"We met that guy, you know, the Lord of Light. Maffeo was perfunctory, he wasn't ready to tell Freya and Carl the real results.

Karl narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could see what Maffeo meant perfunctory. "Just say it. ”

Maffeo glanced at Freya, who was standing behind him, who was looking at him expectantly. Even so, he knew he had to tell the truth at this moment. "I think we'll have to find another way to get to the Celestial Realm. It only took one sentence to say the answer, but Maffeo felt that he was poking the other party's heart with a sharp knife to return home, and his expression began to darken.

Carl and Freya looked at each other, the latter's eyes full of disappointment, but she had been prepared for them long ago. "This, it seems......"

"It's not time yet, the teasing of fate. Karl said in a deep voice.

"It's really displeased. Freya's bitter expression hung on her face.

Maffeo, who had expected the two of them to react more intensely, was full of surprise in his heart, as if they had already prepared to face this hellish reality. Now he has become the most disturbed person in his heart, because he has lost his goal, and he does not know what to do next.

"Would you like to come with us for dinner?" Freya smiled as she walked up to Maffeo, not wanting to bring her negative emotions to her companions.

Maffeo shook his head in frustration, "No, thank you. I...... There's something to think about, and I should decide something. ”

Freya nodded thoughtfully, "Well, I hope you can find the answer you are looking for." ”

The happiest face he could see was Blackburn, and he nodded to himself, still feeling a little happy about his joining. After watching the four disappear around the corner of the street leading to the mall, Maffeo continued to stroll with his head down.

Marcos stood in front of the window, watching the bustling scene on the street outside the window. His face was gloomy, as if something had happened to him. After a while, he turned abruptly and asked Fett, who was sitting on the bed, "Why did she do that?"

At this time, Fett's expression basically copied Marcos's gloom, and she shook her head: "I don't know. ”

"So, I'll make sure again. There, you meet the Imperial forces that arrive there, and you and Natalia meet Isabella who is left alone in the melee. And that guy knocked you out and kidnapped Isabella alone, right?" Marcos didn't seem to believe everything Fett said, and he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation.

"That's all true. ”

"So all your efforts are over, and now that Natalia has captured Isabella, all the focus will be on them. Marcos snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers and pressed it on the table. "While this is frustrating, it may be possible for you to continue with what you want to do a little more than that. At least for a long time, you will not be targeted by the Imperial Army. ”

Fett looked up and looked at Marcos with incomprehensible eyes. "Do you really think so?"

Marcos asked rhetorically, "Do you really think it's good for you to be in control of Isabella's fate?" Fett didn't answer, because she didn't know the answer herself. She's always been following Vera and Root's instructions, she's just an avenger. But she never thought about anything other than revenge. "You're going to be frantically searched by those guys, you're going to live like rats, and you're going to get caught by the Imperial Army. If you have the strength to repel the Imperial forces or dodge them, what chance do you have of achieving your ultimate goal?"

"You never understood us. Fit stubbornly said that only on this point she would argue with Marcos to the end.

"Listen, I have no intention of arguing with you. But what I'm trying to say is that I won't stop you if you want to complete your revenge, but nothing is as simple as it seems. Revenge may only require you to use your sword skills to cut off the head you want, but you must recognize the difference in strength between you and the Imperial Army. Marcos tried to convince Fett, even though he knew it wasn't going to be easy.

Fett sat on the bed with her hands around her knees, which made her look like the little princess of some aristocratic family. "How can I ...... Take what you say. Her heart was shaken by Marcos's words, though she didn't want to admit it.

"Rout is a good leader, he will do things that are good for the development of the revolutionary army. I'm sure he just can't help himself this time with the Legion, but you're too impatient. You'd better do what Captain Root wants, and I'll help you, if I can. I was taught not to get involved in disputes between others. But after all, you are my companion and I want to help you, which is a very simple thing. Marcos spread his hands and smiled at Fett.

"I see......," Fitt muttered.

"Rest well, I'll figure out what's next. If I could, I might have brought Vera here, she must be worried about you. Marcos walked back to the window, sat down on the table, lit a cigarette again, and continued to look out the window at the prosperity. Throughout the conversation, he had tried his best to avoid words about Natalia, knowing that it would make Fett sad again, and he didn't want to see Fett like that.

The journey is over, and Marcos' self-deprecating smile is reflected in the window. The trip seemed so bad, but it was full of experiences that had never been experienced before. He wanted to reach the heavenly realm, but it always backfired. It was Freya and Carl who were even more frustrated by this, but they decided to forget about the unpleasant thing.

On a one-man stroll, Maffeo seemed to have decided what he was going to do next. And what he needs to wait for is an opportunity.