With the last line outlined, the map of the jungle full of dryads and other strange monsters was barely completed. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Freya examined the cobweb-like parchment again, the jungle was bigger than she had imagined. What's even more bizarre is that the final image captured by Warhammer 0 is darkness, and it's also the end of the jungle.

On the surface, it seems that the place is so dark because of the size of the Sky Veil Behemoth, and the sunlight can't reach it, but the actual situation Freya can't be sure. Because through Warhammer Zero's images, both Blackburn and Warhammer confirmed that they heard the cry of a beast coming from the dark area. Her instincts told her that it was dangerous.

"Alright, Warhammer, thank you for your help. Freya wiped the sweat from her forehead, and now she was nostalgic for her silver bun, which was uncomfortable to wear in such a hot day.

"As I said, I'm a lot of people's needs. Warhammer lowered the remote control and spread his hands exaggeratedly.

"I know, I know. Freya sighed.

"Alright, get this done sooner, and we'll be able to rest sooner. Camilli pulled a frustrated Milna up from the ground, lying motionless, thinking about some cold drink or food. "It's too hot...... Milna hung her head, like Walter.

"Can't you use ice magic to cool us down?" Schultz said to Mirna, almost questioningly. "You're a magician, aren't you?"

"Huh, you little devil, do you want to be beaten?" Mirna walked up to Schultz with her wand in three steps and two steps, staring at him with disgruntled eyes.

Schultz just shrugged, "You're not qualified to call me a little ghost." ”

"You impudent bastard!" Mirna jumped in anger as she waved her wand and tried to smash Schultz's head into a potato.

"Oh, hey, hey, stop. Damn, that's a rare scene!" Blackburn rushed up and grabbed Milner, while Schultz tilted his head to the side and ignored Milner.

"It's war, ladies. Please, Eugene, don't pull Mirna, let them fight, it's going to be a very hot scene!" Warhammer was fanning the flames, he liked to be full of destructive scenes.

"Shut up, Warhammer. Blackburn didn't have time to bother with Warhammer's fanning of the flames, and simply retorted to him, making him tired enough just to hold Mirna. The guy was still trying to break free of herself, trying to fight to the death with the new guy she saw as her mortal enemy.

"It's you who waste your time, don't blame me for not reminding you!" Freya's voice came from a little farther away, and instead of coming forward to fight, she stood at the edge of the jungle with Camilli and Fett.

Mirna's movements came to an abrupt halt, and Schultz rose from the ground with her sword in her arms. Yes, it is obviously unwise to waste time like this for some boring reason, and they are only now realizing it. So Schultz walked towards Freya and the others with her head down, and Milna followed a few steps behind him, humiliating Schultz with her back to her with various expressions.

He was very displeased with the cold, hard scrambled eggs that the other party pushed in front of him. He didn't like the owner of the restaurant, who had just done something to a young girl in the room at the back of the restaurant, no, even more so that Maffeo couldn't describe what he had done. He was outraged, the young girl was only twelve years old. is the same age as Schultz, but for some unavoidable reason, he has become the plaything of the scum of the restaurant owner.

"Why are we here to eat?" Maffeo was very dissatisfied with Marcos's decision, as if his head had been burned by a ghost. On the West Coast, restaurants were the most chosen, and he couldn't understand why Sebastian would choose to come here to eat when he had already sent the money.

"What's wrong?" said Marcos casually picking up the still bloody portion of beef in front of him with a fork, the owner of the restaurant was not good at cooking, and the reason it was frequented was simply because it was the cheapest on the West Coast.

"The owner here is going on a little girl who's only about twelve years old, and you shouldn't give money to that scumbag. "Maffeo didn't have an appetite for his own lunch.

"Easy, let's just wait a minute. Marcos waved his fork.

The joy in the distance, the noise full of life in the streets, did not make Maffeo's mood better. He still didn't like where he was, and the restaurant seemed to him like a combination of the clumsy, dark aspects of all the scum he'd ever seen - in a strange way, the owner was dirtier and more annoying than the other scum.

Intentionally and unintentionally, Marcos kept sweeping the door of the restaurant behind Maffeo, as if waiting for something. The guy across from him put all the expressions on his face that could express dissatisfaction, and squeezed the fork tightly in his hand, as if he would poke the fork into the owner's eye in the next second. He thought that the gods must have lost something to allow him to see these ugly sights.

"I'm going back to the warehouse. Maffeo couldn't stand the atmosphere of the restaurant any longer, and he was ready to get up and leave.

"Here he comes. Marcos said calmly.

Maffeo looked back, and he saw a guy with his hood covering his face walking towards him with heavy steps. "Marcos ......" he whispered, not noticing Maffeo's presence.

"Come here. Marcos beckoned.

The guy was almost rude, and he pushed Maffeo away from him and sat down where he was sitting. The hooded guy looked at the untouched scrambled eggs and laughed. "It seems that there is another person here, maybe I am mistaken. He turned his head and looked at Maffeo with his hooded eyes.

"I'm almost going to beat you up. Maffeo spread his hands, then pulled over a bench and sat down on the other side of the table.

"What did you find this time?" Marcos lowered his voice.

The hooded man took a silver box from his bosom and shoved it in front of Marcos. "It was a pleasure to work with. ”

"What is this?" Maffeo couldn't help but ask.

"According to the words of you Araddians, this is a soul stone with powerful magical powers. In our words, this is a chip equipped with robot memory. Either way, it's going to be a nice thing. The hooded man explained.

"Excuse me, Nils. Marcos took the silver box and tucked it into his black trench coat. "Goodbye. ”

"Don't tell Carl I'm on the West Coast just yet, and don't even tell him I'm on the Arad continent if possible. The guys at Callert definitely have something to do here, but I hope our investigation doesn't go too far. The hooded man fell silent before he got up, turned and walked away briskly.

"I will, Nils. Marcos looked at his back and muttered with a smile.

Maffeo sat back in his place, certain that he had heard the word Callert in the conversation between the two of them. "What's going on?"

"As you can see, that's why we're here. You hate it, but because it's a place that smells of scum, I was able to meet the guy from the Ardennes Heights Garrison. Let me tell you this, it is not for nothing that Kahlert wants to get his hands on the continent of Arad. At least the guy named Nils had confirmed that he had seen some sneaky members of Callert. No one can say for sure how they got here, but that might be a warning to us. Marcos answered Maffeo's question.

The memories that had long been sealed by Maffeo came out of the cocoon at this moment, "Damn, I should have thought of it. I met a guy who knew how to use firearms during my travels, and I don't know what his name was, except that people called him Captain Damon. I've met him and he's not as ferocious and ruthless as people portray him. On the contrary, he is wise and calm. And he has all the characteristics of a celestial man. ”

"Really?"

"Really, that guy has been operating at sea as a privateer. But his goal wasn't as simple as money or power, and I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He then gave Captain Damon all the things he had acquired in the church in that vineyard, and for Calet, it was really necessary for them to understand what existed on the continent of Arad, and to use them for their own actions.

"It's better for us to keep a low profile and not be too loud for now. If it gets to the point where it gets worse, I'll tell Freya and Carl everything. But in any case, the most important thing for us at the moment is to face the apostle Lotus. Marcos knew that it would not be possible to get an answer in a short time, and that Maffeo had not been able to prove that Captain Damon was one of Kahlert's men, so it was the best option in this matter.