The hotel in Celia is still brightly lit, and it has a brightness that no other hotel can match. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Here, no matter how tiring the adventure you have experienced, the moment you enter the hotel, your heart will calm down, which is an incredible feeling.

To Maffeo's surprise, Carl and the others were sitting in the hall on the first floor, and they looked as if they were waiting for themselves.

Selia hurried up to meet her, and it could be seen that she was indeed very concerned about the matter about Maffeo: "Warrior, have you found the owner of the letter?"

"Uh...... Just a prank. Maffeo was lying, though it was not convincing to him.

"Really, if so, it would be great. Sélia's answer surprised Maffeo, who wondered if Celeia's head had been burned, considering that she had personally sensed the fluctuations in magic, and that the prank was not an answer anyway.

"Prank!?" Freya and Camilli looked at each other, and they both smiled, it was clear that they could see that Maffeo was lying, but they didn't seem to want to expose Maffeo's thoughts, even though Mafeo didn't know why.

After a few more words of self-consolation, Celia walked over to a wooden stool and sat down, although Maffeo was still skeptical, but the answer was something that everyone knew in their hearts. Not everyone is stupid, maybe Maffeo's inner thoughts have long been noticed by them. It is said that a woman's intuition is an innate judgment, and Marcos has told him about it, even though he has never admitted it in his heart.

"Did you see Marcos?" Karl asked suddenly, pulling Maffeo back from the ocean of thoughts.

"How do I know where he's gone?" said Maffeo, sitting down.

"He's gone, don't you care about him?" Karl still said in that nonchalant tone, as if anything important would become a trivial matter to him.

"Who knows? Maybe he's going to church to pray again. Maffeo said that there was a smile on his face, after all, he had come back from the church, and this ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open made him feel a little funny.

Carl wasn't speaking, he just shook his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, Maffeo suddenly caught a glimpse of the two holsters on Karl's chest with leather armor attached to them, each with a revolver inserted in the holster, and he couldn't help but be interested when he saw this: "Hey, it looks like you've got more weapons, are you planning to drown the monsters with bullets?"

Karl looked down at the holster on his chest, the two revolvers, which were placed by Kelly, and as a token of gratitude, he did not give up using the original pair of revolvers, even if the original pair of revolvers. As a result, he now has a number of good options, at least for at least four guns at his disposal in battle. This might be a good idea, after all, you won't have that much time to change your bullets in a fight. If that's the case, then it's better to chat with the monsters over a cup of hot black tea, if they're willing to do so.

Freya casually aimed her automatic pistol, and although it looked like she was aiming at her, the muzzle of the gun was always pointed at the poor bastard of Maffeo at the end.

"God, Freya, can you please stop pointing that thing at me. Maffeo shook his hand desperately, and no one felt good when he was pointed at gunpoint.

"I'll just say, he's scared. Freya looked at Camille and smiled.

"I think I should pray every day...... Maffeo whispered through gritted teeth.

Spending long periods of time in dark alleys is not a pleasant thing, especially in the unhygienic backstreets. Here, flying insects often stop on your skin, and if it's summer, you will find it uncomfortable in words.

"So, what's your plan?" Marcos asked the silver-haired woman.

"I've looked around the house, there's no back door or anything like that for them to escape, you just have to block the front door. The silver-haired woman replied.

"You're going to go in and deal with them alone?" Marcos admired the woman's guts.

"That's not that hard. The silver-haired woman didn't want to talk too much nonsense, and she walked briskly to the room. Marcos whispered a joking whistle, "Interesting, let me see how good you really are." He followed the silver-haired woman.

The backstreets are still bustling with activity at this time, and the people who live here have no clear idea of time for a long time. As long as they can guarantee that they can eat enough every day and not starve to death, it is already beautiful here, and they dare not ask for anything else. They had long since lost most of the emotions that humans possessed, and Marcos looked at them with sad eyes, even fate had abandoned them.

He followed the silver-haired woman to the door of the house, which, as Maffeo had been before, was silent and out of place in this lively place.

Marcos whispered to the silver-haired woman, "I'll guard the door, don't be too reckless, if you miss any of them, you'll ......" Before Marcos could finish speaking, the silver-haired woman raised her foot and kicked open the crumbling wooden door, and they collapsed completely.

"What the hell......" Marcos looked at the silver-haired woman who had rushed in a little disbelief, it seemed to him that it was too reckless.

The people inside obviously didn't expect someone to break down the door suddenly, so a letter resembling a plan placed on the table didn't have time to hide. The room was dimly lit, except for two candles next to the table. Despite the dimness, the silver-haired woman was able to confirm the number of people in the room the moment she broke through the door.

Her sword was also unsheathed at the same time, and the people inside had already reacted, and they drew their knives and attacked her, it was obvious that in their eyes, the man in the cloak didn't want to go back alive. The person standing at the back quickly received the document into his pocket.

The first person rushed up, the silver-haired woman calmly held the handle of the knife with her backhand, and the knife and the knife slammed together, at this moment she adjusted the backhand holding knife to hold the knife in both hands, and in this action successfully stirred the knife to the ground. The spy who had lost his weapon panicked, and the silver-haired woman stabbed the knife into his chest. Blood gushed out of the darkness, and the black seemed to represent her hatred.

It was very difficult to rush into this small house and form a siege, so it almost turned into a wheel war.

With the silver-haired woman once more piercing the knife through the body of one of the Spy, there were only two Spies left in the room. The two of them made a cover gesture for each other, and their mouths were still talking quietly. The silver-haired woman just stood there, thinking that the two remaining two people in front of her were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Marcos had been standing outside the door listening to the fights inside, and he could tell that the silver-haired woman had killed at least four people, and that there were no more than two people left. With every sound of weapons colliding and the sound of a knife piercing into his flesh, he could tell the course of the battle and the part of the stab. He whispered, "Well, it's really a ferocious way of fighting, although there are still some flaws. So, the rest of the Spy, what are you going to do next?"

The remaining two spies finally made a move, one of them pulling out a file and preparing to burn it on top of the candle, while the other brandished a knife and slashed at the silver-haired woman. The latter dodged his attack with ease, and then stabbed at the man who was burning the document with a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and in just an instant, there was an additional bloody wound on his neck, and the blood kept flowing out of the wound, and the movement of his hand stopped.

The unsuccessful Spy pulled out a smoke bomb and slammed it into the ground, preventing the silver-haired woman from picking up the file, and the Spy quickly snatched the file, but despite her attempt, it failed to hit the target in the smoke.

Marcos saw a figure rushing out of the smoke, and he stepped forward to block his escape route with ease. "Hey, my friend, where are you going?" said Marcos, teasing.

The spy, apparently unaware of anyone outside the door, hurriedly brandished his knife to slash Marcos. The latter surrendered his weapon with just one easy empty-handed snatch, and he was also knocked to the ground by a punch from Marcos.

If it were any other place, I am afraid that it would have caused a riot a long time ago, but this is a backstreet, and this happens here almost every day, and people here just think that this is another brawl.