Changing the original route is actually a headache for every skipper, who must make an estimate of the possible risks of the new route. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe Black Shark is a separate ship, so she can also be raided by privateers. Although Adrian was not afraid of any privateers, he tried to avoid any unnecessary naval battles.

What surprised him even more than these was that it was Maffeo who proposed to change the course this time. However, when he told Adrian what had happened, the latter almost immediately agreed to Maffeo's request to change course. That made Maffeo grateful, and there was nothing more joyful than leaving a group of companions and finding a new one.

"Will we see the Apostles?" was intrigued by what Maffeo knew.

"The apostles are not good, Frederick. Maffeo stood on the deck, looking out at the calm sea.

"But the Cave of Sorrow incident is so impressive that even I've heard a lot of legends about the Four Sword Saints. Schultz looked excited, and his hand holding the sword even trembled with excitement.

"Easy, Frederick, you'll understand. Promise me not to run around and follow me when you get to the West Coast. If you behave, I might take you to fight some monsters. Maffeo knew that it would be impossible to convince Schultz in a short period of time, and that he would have to witness something to understand the harsh reality.

Hearing this sentence simply made Schultz dance with joy, "Okay, I'll listen to you." "Now he's a good little ghost.

In addition to the letter, what puzzled Maffeo was how Marcos knew about his presence in Norville, and he could not remember mentioning where he was when he wrote back. Later, after Schultz reminded him, he realized that he did mention himself in Norville in the letter, but his memory was too poor. So when he finally caught a handle that could laugh at Maffeo, Schultz laughed hard.

It would take more than a month to get from Norville to the West Coast, even with the Black Shark's fastest speed, and without the influence of monsoons and storms and privateers. Considering that sufficient supplies have been prepared, this time can be shortened a bit. Marcos sent the letter half a month ago, and it had been nearly two months since they received the news of the apostle's appearance, counting the time they had arrived on the West Coast. Of course, Maffeo didn't want to delay the time for long, but the Black Shark didn't have a magic drive, so with his limited speed, he had to talk about his anxiety in the endless sea.

"Are your friends in trouble?" asked Sebastian.

"The apostle appeared, a true apostle. "Maffeo is not going to hide it.

"Apostle?" Sebastian said, incredulous. "They're there again, after the Cave of Sorrows?"

"That's right, Sebastian. They're showing up, and that's not a good thing. Maffeo smiled wryly.

"So your friend is going to destroy the Apostles?"

"Who knows? Destroying the apostles is not an easy task, and I don't even think we can get close to it. "Maffeo likes to think about things in the worst way, and he always tells himself that it's a way to relieve stress. He breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that things aren't really that bad.

"Don't worry, we'll help you. Sebastian threw his fist.

Maffeo looked at his outstretched fist and laughed, a way he knew all the more. "Thank you. ”

Whether the apostle's arrival is a harbinger of disaster or not is a vague answer in people's minds, and those who like to think about it will think that there must be some reason for this, because the apostles living in the mysterious demon realm cannot suddenly appear on the continent of Arad for no reason. Those who don't like to think will follow the mainstream narrative and see the apostles as predators.

For a long time, there was no shortage of people and organizations on the continent who knew about the apostles and had relationships with them. Most of the time people have only heard of them in rumors, but when they do come into view, they will find that these guys have always been around them.

Maffeo remembered the violent raiders who had been present in Aucente and the vineyards, and now, now that the Apostles had appeared, would they have reappeared, and what would they do? As inexplicable as he felt remembered the Order, he had to remember their existence as if they had existed for the sake of the Apostles.

The dull feeling returned, and the anxiety in his heart made Maffeo feel that sailing was boring again. Halfway through the voyage, he never reappeared on deck, instead spending a lot of meaningless time lying on the bed in the cabin room, with pillows and books. The goal began to blur again, and he thought about it a lot. It might be easier if you can't destroy the apostles, or if you end up dying yourself. But if the apostle is destroyed, what will he do next?

These problems accompanied Maffeo for almost the entire voyage, and when he could see the clear outline of the castle in the sky, he realized that he had to bury it in his heart. He was about to face an apostle, and even if the apostle's power had weakened, according to Alice, it was an apostle. He couldn't afford any distractions, so when the Black Shark was ready to anchor in the harbor on the west coast, he was back to what he was supposed to be.

"Boy, go find your companions. We'll find a place to settle in, and Kohler and Vis will be in charge of the Black Shark's ship. After the anchor was dropped, Adrian told Maffeo his plan.

"I see, see you later, Adrian. Maffeo led Walter to the pedal to the ground, Schultz followed closely behind, looking more around the town, which was so strange to him.

"It's beautiful here!" Schultz sighed, his eyes fixed on the bustling West Coast.

"Yes, I felt the same way you did when I first came here. Maffeo smiled and touched his head.

"Look at this, I mean, there's so much we can see that interests us. Schultz pointed at everything around him, and not many people cared about his actions. Now that the apostles have come, they don't focus on an insignificant imp.

"Easy, Frederick, we're almost there. Maffeo turned into the connecting alley that led to the street behind the Academy of Magic. "You will see my companions, and they will be glad to see you. ”

"Your companions, I've heard you say for a long time, are they funny too?" Schultz couldn't hide his curiosity.

Maffeo couldn't help but laugh, he really hadn't figured out how to answer this question. "What to say, Frederick, you'll know if you've seen it with your own eyes. ”

When the wooden sign with the number 13 on it came into view, Maffeo realized that he was reuniting with his friends he hadn't seen in two years. Two years felt like a short time, but it felt like a long time. He thought about it for a moment, he thought about what the familiar ones had become now, and he wondered if they had fulfilled their wishes.

The strange guy in the riveted mask that covered his entire face almost knocked Maffeo head-on, apparently unaware of the two men entering the narrow street. So Maffeo turned back to him with some dissatisfaction and teased, "Hey, are you in a hurry to eliminate the apostles?"

In Maffeo's expectation, the guy should have turned around and apologized to himself, but he did so by turning around and raising his hands and making two symmetrical middle fingers at Maffeo, he was despising Maffeo, and it was fierce. He quickly turned around and walked away quickly.

"Hey, you arrogant bastard!" Schultz was so upset at his behavior that he was about to rush over and grab the other person to talk. But Maffeo stopped him. "Forget it, Frederick, there's nothing to worry about. As for Walter, he was ranting at the guy as a way to express his displeasure.

"Don't let me see you again!" Schultz also gave up chasing after him, and instead waved his fists.

After the episode ended, Maffeo finally stood in front of Warehouse 13. To be honest, he didn't expect them to live in such a place, and he had to ask Marcos about it. So he slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door of the warehouse.

The familiar voice rang out in the warehouse, "Come in!"