For some reason, the anger in Maffeo's heart gradually subsided under the sound of the piano just now, although he felt that it was a little unreal, but it was indeed a change that had taken place. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at the woman with a strange musical instrument in her hand, wearing a black hooded magic robe. Although the afterglow of the setting sun still shone here, he could not see her face clearly.

"Who are you?" asked Maffeo.

The woman smiled slightly, she stroked the instrument in her hand, and then slowly spoke: "You have witnessed history, darkness and light. You have a bright heart, but your soul is full of darkness. ”

"What? What do you mean, why do you know my name, why did you find me?" said Maffeo, a barrage of questions, the mysterious woman standing in front of him was unfathomable.

She smiled again: "You will embark on the path of the future that you are destined for." ”

"Hell, I don't understand what you mean?" But now, all this seems to have no effect in front of this mysterious woman.

"The source of that calamity will eventually reappear on this continent, and when the time comes, you will be guided by Mariret. Despite the woman's answers, Maffeo was confused.

Mysterious and ancient magic fluctuations surrounded the woman, and Maffeo's eyes widened, the magic fluctuations were almost visible to the naked eye, and as the color deepened, the figure of the woman in front of him gradually became transparent. Realizing what was about to happen, Maffeo shouted, "Wait, what the hell do you mean by that?"

The woman still had a smile on her face, though it seemed uncomfortable to Maffeo: "This is the first revelation for you......" The woman's voice became hollow as her form faded.

Maffeo's right hand grasped the invisible air, and the strange woman disappeared into place. At this time, he was already in a state of confusion, why did all these strange things always happen to him, and what was the source of the calamity that the woman spoke of? And the so-called first revelation, which was the purpose of making him come here with all his hard work? History, darkness and light, what did these have to do with him?

The shadows were distorted by the rays of the setting sun, which were not good things in Maffeo's eyes, and despite the many questions that plagued him, he decided to bury them in the depths of his heart. No matter what the future holds, he didn't want to affect his companions because of these damn questions.

Marcos looked at Aiden in front of him, he looked really bad now, and he showed a panic and uneasiness that he had never felt before, even though Marcos didn't know why.

Just ten minutes earlier, Marcos, who was strolling down the street, had been visited by thieves, and the familiar way and the slightly familiar face of the thieves made Marcos realize that the man who controlled every plant and tree in the town had something to do with them. But coming to Aiden surprised Marcos. As mentioned above, he looked very uneasy and panicked. Although Marcos had only been in contact with Aiden once, he had the impression that Aiden was not the kind of person who was easily alarmed, and the uneasiness that had been calmed down came to his heart again at this moment.

"Have you heard of the spies of the Delos Empire?" Aiden said, leaning his face in.

"No, what's wrong?"

"You'd better take a look at this. Aiden pulled a knife out of his pocket and tossed it to Marcos.

"What is this?" Marcos played with the knife, which was delicately made, and both sides of the knife were painted black to make it less conspicuous. The hilt of the sword is stamped with the coat of arms of the Delos Empire, and there is a small line at the bottom: Heinrich. "Heinrich, isn't that the name of the Emperor of the Delos Empire, and how did you get this knife?"

"I don't think it's too difficult for the thieves I've hired. Aiden pulled out a cigarette and lit it, a little uneasily.

"So, what's wrong with this knife?" Marcos still didn't know what Aiden was trying to say.

Aiden took another letter from his pocket and handed it to Marcos, who took it and read it, the expression on his face becoming grim with the contents.

"Internal sabotage?"

"Just tomorrow morning, I thought there must be some conspiracy on this. ”

"Wait, is what is written on this letter really true? And how did you get such an important letter?"

"My thief copied the secret letter, and that's it. Aiden replied.

"Where are those guys? I don't think your eyeliner is on the street, is it?"

"Backstreet, 352. ”

Marcus immediately turned and walked down the rooftop towards the back street, a sudden news that was shocking, but not so frustrating as to make people unmoved. And what Marcos was thinking about now was to find the group of spies and ask them to understand, although it was very likely that the group of guys would not confide half a word. Aiden looked at the back of Marcos, who was gradually moving away, and prayed silently in his heart.

By the time Maffeo came out of the church, it was completely dark. Like most days in Huttonmar, the moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight.

"What do you think? Golantis smiled as he looked at Maffeo as he walked out of the church.

Maffeo had to admit that the word revelation had struck at his newly calmed heart, and he had never been so disgusted by them as he was now, and that the woman really couldn't understand what he was saying.

Maffeo pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Well, Golantis, what do you think is the nature of darkness?"

Golantis smiled: "There will also be shadows under the lights, and evil will always be around us. ”

"Is that your answer?"

"This is just my perception, and the nature of darkness may not be clear to anyone. ”

"Well, I guess that's how it should be. Maffeo scratched his head.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"No, thank you. Maffeo clasped his hands together in gratitude, though it seemed strange to Grantis. And it's no wonder, because the gesture itself is a common gesture of gratitude in the village of Wille. Just like the strange etiquette of the Void Ancestors, Arad is also a diverse continent anyway.

Marcos leaned against the white walls, which were already scattered with tiny cracks, his piercing dark eyes observing the tattered house with its tattered door plates.

"What are you doing?" the sudden voice almost frightened Marcos into drawing his knife.

Marcos followed the prestige, and a black-cloaked figure stood beside him in a gloomy alley. This scene couldn't help but make Marcos feel a little familiar, and he said with a little teasing: "Okay, you were really ruthless last time, did you see?" Marcos pointed to the scar on the right side of his face.

"I remember I apologized to you. A voice like a silver bell rang.

Apparently her answer made Marcos a little speechless for a moment, and the latter muttered, "Well, what a lady who doesn't know how to joke." ”

"If you say one more word, I promise to rip your mouth apart. Her white knife came out of its sheath at some point, and the tip of it was against Marcos' chin before he could react.

"Well, don't get excited, this thing is dangerous. Marcos chuckled, this was not something he wanted to see.

The silver-haired woman slowly retracted the knife from its scabbard, "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

"I'm just walking around. Marcos said perfunctorily.

"You're lying. The silver-haired woman's words embarrassed Malcoston a little.

"I don't think I should have any. "Marcos still tried to deceive the woman, although it was impossible.

"If you really want to do something, then help me take out those Imperial spies. Once again, her tone was filled with hatred, a hatred that encompassed her unknown past.

"Oh, shit, you know?" Marcos froze.