In front of her were two books, one for dawn and one for dusk. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info her expression was reverent, her hands were folded, and at the same time she muttered, "Lord Leslie, what is the prophecy?" The breeze that answered her blew across her face, and she barely opened her eyes to look at the heavenly curtain beast in the sky, and a teardrop flowed from the corner of her eye.

"Ophelia!" the voice calling her name rang out on the other side of the street, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears and barely managed to squeeze out a smile at the visitor.

Marcos' expression changed slightly, as if he had noticed Ophelia's abnormality. But he didn't say it, because she was alone for the only one who escaped the clutches of Rotes. Maffeo limped all the way behind him, his right hand on his waist, and his mouth kept complaining. He didn't think Marcos should have treated a "disabled person" like himself in this way.

"Hello, Marcos, is that your friend?" Ophelia walked over Marcos's shoulder and looked at Maffeo as he walked slowly.

"Yes, he is my brother who left us two years ago to travel around the continent. He's a nice guy, though sometimes sluggish. Marcos laughed. "Hey, Maffeo, come and say hello!" he yelled at Maffeo.

"God......" Maffeo shook his head and quickened his pace. As if it had touched a nerve, the pain deepened in an instant, and he couldn't help but gasp, only to have Marcos's ridicule ringing out at the right time, making the anger in his heart grow bigger and bigger.

Maffeo looked at the Blue Shinrikyo girl, and he was surprised that there was such a beautiful girl in the Blue Shinrikyo. Delicate facial features, crimson double ponytails, and well-fitting blue Shinrikyo robes. Then he noticed the blue Shinrikyo mask she was wearing, which she hadn't worn since escaping from the Veil Behemoth. "Hello, Miss Ophelia, I'm Maffeo Fry. ”

"Hello, Mr. Fry. Ophelia bowed.

"Do you decipher the contents of those two prophetic books?" Markos gestured to the two prophetic books on the table behind Ophelia.

"You can't decipher the prophecy books without collecting them all, that's what Master Leslie said...... Ophelia always looked preoccupied, and it was obvious that she wasn't more concerned about the prophecy books at the moment. "You ...... Did you go to purgatory? Is it really as horrible as the legend says?"

Maffeo and Marcos looked at each other, then nodded almost simultaneously. "Zombies, Yakshas, Lotus little octopus, everything we can imagine is there. ”

"Sure enough...... You've met the bravest warrior of the Blue Shinrikyo 100 years ago, haven't you?"

"It's hard for me to imagine what taboo he had to do to be like that, anyway, it was a tough thing to fight him, but we got through it. ”

"Thank you for everything, how I wish I could defeat Lotus soon. Ophelia turned her gaze to the celestial beast in the sky, her hometown, where she had been raised. Although the two did not understand why the apostle had to be defeated, they believed that it was not a question at all for Ophelia. For the apostles destroyed the place where she lived and the religion in which she depended.

Ophelia withdrew her gaze and looked at the two of them, and she bowed her head slightly. "If I could, I'd like to ask you for one thing. ”

"Say, Miss Ophelia, and we'll help you as much as we can. Marcos laughed.

"When I escaped from the Heavenly Veil Behemoth, I was so panicked that I lost the heirloom that was more important than my life......" At first, her tone was helpless, but then, her tone became extremely resolute. "It is a relic left behind by our ancestor, Lord Leslie, who is the founder of our Blue Shinrikyo, and that relic is also the root of our Blue Shinrikyo...... Can you help me get it back?" by the end, her tone became very cautious, she was not used to contact two cursed fellows, and although Marcos had always been friendly to her, she was terrified of Marcos's strange ghost hands.

"I don't think it's difficult, it's just looking for something. Maffeo whispered to Marcos.

"That's right. Marcos turned his head to Ophelia and nodded at her. "We'll help you, Miss Ophelia. ”

"Thank you so much. Ophelia bowed again gratefully.

"Can you describe what that thing looks like?"

"The relic is actually a diary, and Lord Leslie's diary records the philosophy of the Blue Shinrikyo religion, the original purpose of its founding, and some secrets. It's a long time ago, but I've kept it in good condition. It may be near Purgatory, so please go there and check it out. ”

"I see. ”

Although going to Purgatory again is not a particularly dangerous thing, especially if it is also the only way to the spine. However, the physical condition of the two did not allow them to do too much activity, so the two could only entrust this matter to the rest of the guild. After a week's rest, Freya and Camilli also wanted to move their bodies again, so they went to the Sky Veil Behemoth for the inconvenient Maffeo and Marcos.

"Now, we have to figure out how to cure Carl's pneumonia. "That's the biggest headache for Marcos right now.

Maffeo meditated as he looked at Carl, who was weak and immobile from a high fever, and perhaps thought of someone who might know some cure—Adrian. As a former pirate, he and his crew must have suffered from many diseases at sea, and perhaps he would know a little bit of remedies. Moreover, he can also make the two groups of people familiar with each other. In short, Maffeo doesn't trust the eccentric doctors in beak-like gas masks, as he scoffs at their leech therapy.

"I'm going to find Adrian, our lovely captain, and I think he might know a little bit of a remedy waiting for me. Maffeo called Schultz and led Walter out of the warehouse.

"Hopefully you'll succeed. Marcos muttered.

Obviously, the hot weather has left most of the guys more or less in spirit. Schultz haunted Maffeo with his head huffed and dragged his mechanical steps, and Walter kept sticking out his tongue, poor little one. Maffeo wasn't much better, it was the hot noon, and he only felt the sun eating away at his skin little by little.

The Black Shark is moored in the harbor like a giant beast, and she has become the object of the dust of all the merchant ships here. Both in terms of body size and equipment configuration. But she's silent now, and the heat seems to be affecting everything and everyone on the West Coast. In short, he could barely hear the crew singing on deck.

Indeed, the empty deck was within Maffeo's expectations. He walked to the door of the captain's quarters and knocked lightly. "It's me, Maffeo!"

"Come in. Adrian's languid voice rang out in the captain's room.

Maffeo opened the door to the captain's quarters, poked his head inside, and smiled embarrassedly. "I hope you don't teach me a lesson. ”

"Come in, stinky boy, or I'll kill you. Adrian made a scimitar slash, and Maffeo and Schultz immediately slipped in. God, this place is finally going to make them feel a little cooler.

"Well, hello, Maffeo. Sebastian beckoned, then continued to look absentmindedly at the newspaper in his hand.

"Oh, Maffeo, I've fallen in love with it, it's even calmer than Orcente. Although the apostles threaten here, I don't see any sense of crisis here. Adrian looked intoxicated and held up his clay wine glass, though there was no wine in it.

Maffeo and Schultz each found a bench and sat down, "Actually, Adrian, I'm here to ask you for help. ”

"Guess it, let's say it. Adrian placed his glass on the table and looked at Maffeo with interest.

"I have a friend who has pneumonia, so I wonder if you know of a home remedy that might work. Maffeo said cautiously.

Adrian and Sebastian looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, their smiles mixed with a hint of helplessness and bitterness.