The two of them told Edward what they thought, and a smile appeared on the old face of the ravine, "No problem, young man, do what you think!"

"Thank you!" the two bowed to Edward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When everything was decided, the two went their separate ways. The Maffeotto had an eagle printed on the black flag, and Marcos took some trouble to remove the number and then wrote the word eagle on the number with a pen. Of course, he'll need to put a little more effort into getting the numbers back in place. After the efforts of the two of them, this guild was finally built.

Now there is one last thing left to do, and that is to determine the person who will be the president. After some persuasion by the two, Edward finally couldn't bear the bombardment of the two in turn, and agreed to his request to become the first president of the guild. It may sound strange that the first president of a newly formed guild is actually a weak old man. But both of them knew in their hearts that without the old man, there would be no guild.

"With everything in order, I think it's time for the eagle to spread its wings. Maffeo looked at the black flag with the eagle on it and sighed.

"So, great literary master Maffeo, let's go recruit our first partner!" Marcos teased.

"Let me guess...... It must be that celestial man, right?"

"Well done, you don't look stupid!" Marcos grimaced.

"Shut up, Marcos. Maffeo responded with a gesture of disdain.

With a 'bang', a short sword placed in the strange machine turned into a pile of shards and rolled to the ground, and wails followed. A poor figure was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the fragments of weapons that were all over the ground without tears.

"Ahh

"How many times has this been? I shouldn't have believed you in the first place!" the half-kneeling man looked pained.

"I'm sorry for this dear guest, but how about I still not take you this time?" said Kelly, smiling.

"I won't come again, you liar!" the man stood up and dropped a word in indignation.

Kelly just shrugged her shoulders and began to check the machine that belonged to her.

"Looks a little miserable......," Maffeo shuddered as he looked at the shard.

Marcos shook his head slightly and walked straight towards Kelly. Maffeo swallowed and followed.

"Two handsome guys, do you want to make your weapons stronger?" Seeing the two walking towards her, Kelly greeted her with a smile on her face.

"I don't think we need to, right, Marcos?" Maffeo hurriedly waved his hand. Marcos just coughed twice.

"Looks like you have something else going on!" Kelly pulled out a wrench and took the machine apart and fiddled with the parts inside.

"Uh, beautiful lady, I want to ask if you know a man named Carl Morin?" Marcos tried not to look at the machine.

"It sounds a little surprising to me that there are people in this place who know that impudent bastard. Kelly looked bored.

"Looks like you're acquainted?"

"Of course, but when you say that, I remember that I haven't seen him in the past few days. Is there anything you're looking for that guy?" Kelly reassembled the machine, as if it had finished inspecting it.

"We want to invite him to join our guild. ”

"Guild? That sounds pretty good, but I don't know what that guy thinks. You look behind the market area, and he's staying in a hotel there. ”

"Thank you, beautiful lady!"

"So, handsome guy, don't you really want to try it?" Kelly tapped the machine, revealing a charming expression.

"Uh...... I don't think so. Marcos squeezed out a perfunctory smile.

"Okay......" Kelly was a little bored. The two people in front of her basically fled in the opposite direction as she spoke.

At the back of the market, even with the abundance of hotels, travelers who visit the area will always have a difficult choice. The white exterior of the house may indicate a simple style, but the conditions and facilities inside are very different. Here, two inns with the same appearance may have only one table and bed in one room, while the other has a table, chair and bed, bookshelves, fireplace, and separate bathroom.

The two went from hotel to hotel along the street, but the reply was basically a scribbled 'no'. Almost half of the innkeepers who inquired looked at the two with disdain. In their eyes, the tall man Marcos described and his attire were largely non-existent on this continent. Ten thousand steps back, even existence is rare, and they are more keen to believe that the head of a person dressed in such a way must be burned out.

After questioning another to no avail, the two realized that maybe that wouldn't work, so Marcos shifted his focus to the tavern. I have to admit that there are all kinds of people in the tavern, and it is really good to ask for information or the whereabouts of people there. After some thought, Marcos decided to go to the largest tavern in the area, the Moonlight Tavern.

"Damn Marcos, I don't want to go there. Maffeo grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Marcos was a little strange.

"Hell, didn't you notice that strange woman had to pass on the way to that moonshine tavern?" said Maffeo, frustrated.

"You mean the woman we asked about Carl's whereabouts?"

"Did you just find out?"

"Please, man, we just pass by her, and we don't have to talk to her. "Marcos was a little helpless.

Maffeo was about to say something, but at this moment, a very sloppy-looking man bumped into the right side of his body, the posture looked quite strange, and the sloppy man was almost attached to Maffeo's body.

"What did you do, man?" said Maffeo, pushing the scruffy man away, expressing his displeasure.

"I'm sorry, sir. The man smiled politely, but looked rather strange in his scruffy appearance. He didn't pause after saying that, and quickly walked away in the opposite direction of Maffeo.

Maffeo subconsciously touched his right waist, he always kept valuables such as gold coins there. At this time, the bag of gold coins that had been commissioned two days ago had disappeared.

"Haha, looks like there's going to be a chase, Maffeo!" Marcos smiled, his face full of schadenfreude.

Maffeo turned to look, only to see that the scruffy man was about to disappear around the corner of a dark alley. "You bastard, stop me!" Maffeo chased after him with a fist waving. Marcos found a nearby bench and sat down, watching his stupid brother's back disappear into the gloomy alley.

The scruffy man, though not very good on the outside, was as agile as the wind, and he was as agile as a cat in the narrow alleys where almost only one person could stand inside. Maffeo followed him closely, dust kicked up by the scruffy man's steps. After some chase, the sloppy man looked at the dead end in front of him and stopped.

"It looks like there's no suspense left, give me my money back. Maffeo stopped at the mouth of the alley.

The sloppy man just smiled slightly, and began to climb towards the roof of the house next to him. He was astonishingly fast, reaching the roof in almost a matter of seconds. On the roof, he didn't look away from looking at Maffeo who was standing on the ground, and smiled a little playfully at him.

"Smug bastard......" Maffeo gritted his teeth, then pulled his half-shoulder cloak behind him and began to climb towards the rooftop.

The chase on the ground turned into a parkour race on the house, and the scruffy man's playful smile was long gone, and he didn't expect Maffeo to chase after him all the way along the rooftop.

Between the two houses a little apart, at the moment when the sloppy man was about to jump, the chasy Maffeo reached out and grabbed the man's collar. Maffeo threw him on the yellow-looking roof, then crouched down and said, "Now, give me back my money." “

"I don't know what you mean?" said the sloppy man's face with panic.

"I'm not interested in hurting you, give me my money back. Maffeo was impatient, but he still kept his anger in check.

"Wait a minute!" a voice came from behind Maffeo.

Maffeo turned, and it was a young but somewhat vicissitudes of life. He had short, messy black hair and a large scar on the left side of his face. There are several obvious scratches on the red shirt on the upper body, and a trace of yellow skin is revealed at the scratches. On top of the red shirt, a black jacket was draped loosely. The black trousers and a pair of black boots on the lower body did not fit in with the white roof.

"Francisco, return the money to this gentleman and quickly disappear from my eyes. He gestured to the scruffy man.

"Who are you?" asked Maffeo, catching the bag of gold coins that the scruffy man had thrown at him.

"Some people call me a murderer, some call me a thief, but people who know me will only call me Aiden. As he spoke, his eyes scanned Maffeo's entire body. "I suppose you're Maffeo Fry, right?"

"Why do you know my name?" said Maffeo, looking at the man in front of him with a little wariness.

"Knowing everything about this town, that's how I survive. Aiden put his hands in the pockets of his trousers and leaned a little lazily against the chimney beside him.

"Do you know the man who stole my money?" Maffeo remembered his conversation with the sloppy man.

"Actually, I hired him, and I need him to help me do something 'special'. Aiden pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Like stealing money?" Maffeo looked at Aiden with disdain.

"Almost!" Aiden had a natural look on his face.

"Do you think you took it for granted?" said Maffeo, a little angry, as if he understood what Aiden's expression meant.

"Wait, Monsieur Maffeo, don't be so excited, I think we can talk in a more civilized way. Aiden stomped his cigarette and folded his hands over his chest to look at Maffeo who wanted to rush over and make a move.

"Forgive me for not being able to talk to someone who behaves like this. Maffeo walked slowly towards Aiden.

"What if I say I know the whereabouts of that Celestial Karl?"

Maffeo's steps stopped, and he looked at the bastard in front of him with a little puzzlement.

"As I said, knowing everything in this town is fundamental to my survival. Aiden lit another cigarette and smiled nonchalantly.