The scene in the warehouse that Maffeo imagined was even more noisy, he might hear Marcos taunting, he might hear Freya fiddling with strange parts, he might hear Fett slashing at a poor target who seemed to be an enemy with a knife in the house. In short, the scene in the warehouse he imagined was very chaotic www.biquge.info But now, he was faced with silence.

The air inside the warehouse was dreary, mixed with the pungent smell of some unknown object in Maffeo. Then he saw Karl lying like a mess of mud on a shoddy couch, nay, it could hardly be called a couch to be exact, but a simple sponge. All that was left was a few pieces of broken leather wrapped in different parts of the sponge, but that was a match for Carl's current appearance.

Marcos came out of the inner room on one side, and when he saw Maffeo, he didn't have much surprise, but smiled. "Wow, look who this is?"

"Guy who is not afraid of death......" Carl, who was slumped on the sponge, squeezed a sentence out of his mouth, and his voice sounded weak.

"Hey, Marcos, I'm back. Maffeo opened his hands and wanted to give him a hug.

"Yes, nice to see you. Marcos stepped forward and responded with his hug.

If it weren't for this simple hug, Maffeo might not have noticed the change in Marcos. When he noticed, his face almost instantly became like the overcast sky of the West Coast during the rainy season. "Your ghost hand......" he pointed incredulously at his blackened ghost hand, where at least a few places the whole piece of meat had rotted.

Although Maffeo's reaction was expected by Marcos, he just spread his hands and said that it didn't matter. "Nothing, I don't need that thing anymore. He pointed to the suppressor on Maffeo's left arm.

"How are you...... Damn it. "Maffeo didn't know what to say.

"Isn't that weird?" Marcos clearly had more to do, so he barely stopped after hugging Maffeo. "Dean Sharan gave me a stone as a reward for assisting the Academy of Magic in resolving the crisis of the magic array in Sky City two years ago. Well, we've been waiting for a long time. ”

"A stone?"

"Yes, it's called the Full Moon Stone. Although it was said to be a reward, I actually went to a place with a lot of resentment bodies, collected some soul stones, and made them according to Dean Sharan's list of materials. It allows me to control the ghosts more effectively, but that doesn't mean I can control those guys without restraint, just like you. Marcos said it very lightly, as if the matter itself was insignificant to him.

"So, you don't need a suppressor anymore, and you can control the ghosts and gods more effectively, which is really good. Maffeo pouted.

"You don't like things that have a lot of grudges, they get into your brain while you sleep, it's scary. Marcos grimaced, then placed a woolen blanket over Carl's body.

Maffeo turned his attention to Carl, who looked terrible. "Carl?" and the other man just nodded at him slightly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak now.

"He had pneumonia. Marcos handed him the parts Carl needed, and even in this case, he tried to help.

"I'm sorry. ”

"Oh, what's there to regret? He still has a tattered couch and a woolen blanket, curled up here like a caterpillar. Marcos said jokingly.

"It's a harsh reality. Maffeo smiled wryly.

Schultz stood at the door of the warehouse the whole time, not daring to step further, it was too different from what he had imagined. And one of Maffeo's companions was paralyzed on the couch with a serious illness, and the other was a dark-haired guy with a strange smell all over his body, which scared Schultz a little. So the guy who had been waiting behind Schultz for a long time crossed his arms and stepped forward to squeeze him away with some impatience, which also caused Schultz to exclaim. When he looked at the other man, he realized that the guy was the one who had just made a symmetrical middle finger at Maffeo. "God, for the sake of the gods, there are clean sheets laid out over there, you can go and lie there!" he yelled at Karl as he entered.

"I know, Warhammer, just wanted to make me look less terrible, and I'm sure I could help. Carl raised the parts in his hand with all his might, and it was not easy for him to hold things in such a situation.

Maffeo stared at the strange guy walking into the warehouse, and the other party didn't even look at him. He walked inside, rummaging through the piles of debris, throwing unused things into the trash can again and again, muttering words in an almost incantation-like rhythm. "Garbage, garbage, or garbage......"

"Who is this freak?" Maffeo couldn't help but ask Marcos.

"This, you say "Warhammer"?" Marcus was now finally able to stop and rest for a while, leaning back on the edge of the table and lighting a crumpled cigarette for himself.

"Warhammer, is this his name?" Maffeo thought it was ridiculous.

"Yes!" the hammer emerged from the inside, and he finally found what he was looking for—a two-wheeled remote-controlled car. He walked up to Maffeo, raised his right hand, and said in a strange tone. "I'm a lot of people's needs. ”

"Oh, dude, that's a nice ...... meet you" Maffeo's first reaction was that this guy was a little abnormal, and then he subconsciously took a step back, wanting to stay away from this guy.

"Look, I'll just say he's going to be scared. Warhammer gave a thumbs up to Maffeo and turned to Marcos.

"That's right. ”

Maffeo seemed to think that it would be safer to distance himself from the guy, and he began to scrutinize the other man. Well, this is another guy who would be considered an outlier on the continent of Arad. His lethality is not innate, but is shown by his clothing. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt and a studded jacket casually draped over it. The lower black jeans have a skull and a pair of robotic eyes printed on the knees. He gives a very heavy metallic feel, and the rivets are undoubtedly the first to play the most important role. In the previous unintentional collision, Maffeo had seen his strange mask. He covered his entire face, as if he didn't want anyone to see him for what he really was.

"So, do you want to let your little brother in?" said Marcos, as if he had finally spotted Schultz standing in the doorway and Walter, who he was holding for the time being. "And that wolf-blue sheepdog, did you adopt it?"

"Oh my God, Frederick, come in, you don't have to be so nervous. Maffeo waved at Schultz, who hesitated but walked in. When Walter was in the warehouse, he began to cast unkind glances at the three strangers, especially Warhammer. It grinds its teeth, eager to pounce on it and bite each other.

"This is Frederick Schultz, from Osente. Maffeo grabbed Schultz by the neck and said with a grin. "And then this little fellow, Walter, was a stray dog I had adopted in a vineyard. ”

"Hello, Frederick. Hello, Walter. Marcos greeted him in a friendly manner, but he was always thinking of ideas to tease strangers.

"Hello...... Schultz whispered back to Marcos, and Walter, who didn't even glance at Marcos.

Maffeo seemed to only now remember that something was missing here, and yes, there was something missing, so he asked. "Where did the others go?"

"About this," Marcos said with his hand, brushing the dust off his clothes. "Blackburn is working on parts for Warhammer I in his home, and Uma, he's studying the Ring of Spiritual Domination that I found from the believers on the outskirts of the Temple of the Heavenly Veil, which is the embodiment of Rotus' power. If we can get some useful results through research, it will undoubtedly be helpful for our battle against Lotus. ”

Marcos paused deliberately, and Warhammer continued with his words, "As you can see, our dear Karl is now immobile like a caterpillar, so Marcos is taking care of him while preparing some funds and tools. And I'm about to head to the Heavenly Veil Behemoth. He held the remote-controlled car and imitated the sound of it moving. "Use it to do some reconnaissance of the collapsed temple. ”

"It seems that not only are you having a bit of a financial struggling right now, but it also seems that your actions on the Heavenly Veil Behemoth have been blocked, and now I understand why you are living in this kind of ghost storehouse. By the way, what about Freya?" Maffeo made a rough inference based on the words of the two of them, this is really bad for the current situation, after all, no one would want to give some money to an adventurer with a very unstable income, it is nothing more than a dream.

"The collapsed temple is blocking one of the roads that leads directly to the spine, and all those who want to get there have to go through the other way. They first had to make their way through a jungle, but judging by the previous groups of adventurers, they seemed to have encountered considerable obstacles. So Freya and the others are clearing the jungle of believers and treants who are under the mind control of Lotus. Marcos told Maffeo about the situation on the Celestial Veil.

"Good, stalemate. Maffeo said in frustration.

"Well, we're short of manpower right now, and you have two options now. One, go to the jungle on the Celestial Behemoth to find Freya and the others, and work with them to clear the obstacles in the jungle. Second, follow Warhammer to the periphery of the temple and scout the area close to the spine with a remote-controlled cart, an agile machine that can drill through the cracks in the collapsed temple. Marcos gave his index and middle fingers up, and although he would love to go to a drink or even a meal with Maffeo, he didn't have that time right now.

"I'll go to the jungle to find Freya and them. Maffeo made the decision almost without a second thought.

"Very well, I guessed you would say that. Marcos set his sights on the hammer. "Warhammer, I'll leave it to you over at the temple, I think it'll be a more comfortable place for at least the next few days. ”

"That's right. Warhammer jumped out of his chair and prepared to leave the warehouse. "I can give you a ride, through Magadha. He said to Maffeo.

"Please. "He didn't want to stay with this guy all the time, but he didn't want to spend extra money on a ride in Magadha driven by another unknown driver.

"See you later, Maffeo, Frederick. Marcos shook his hand as if to say goodbye to them.

"I'll see you later, and, Carl, you'll be fine. ”

"Thanks, Maffeo......"