Blackburn and Freya placed Maffeo on the hard wooden bed in the warehouse, and the latter groaned softly, the first time he had been in a coma to prove that he was alive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In his vague consciousness, he could feel a coat draped over his body, and another tattered blanket that smelled of horse sweat was covering his body.

"Damn, this thing stinks. Blackburn kept pushing away the smell with his hands.

"I've taken care of all his wounds, and it's up to him to take care of himself. Freya ignored Blackburn's complaints, poured a glass of water and placed it on the small wooden table at the head of the bed. "I'll take care of him, you go and rest, Eugene. ”

"Can you really do it alone?" Blackburn was a little worried.

"If I'm so tired that I have to sleep, I'll call you. Freya smiled.

"Okay. ”

Schultz led Walter through the crowd, and he even wanted to use the sword he was carrying to make a path. Walter kept growling, showing his displeasure to the crowd around him. As if it had a mind, it seemed to be able to sense what was happening to its master. When the news spread that the hero who had punished the apostles had returned from the Celestial Veil, Schultz realized that he was like an outsider, and he didn't even feel comfortable waiting for the others to return.

It's true that it's boring to stay in a warehouse. So he spent almost the whole day on Adrian's Black Shark to pass the time, and aside from some unnecessary teasing, he had a good time aboard the Black Shark.

He expected that everyone would have a smile on their face, but it wasn't like that, it was only a beautiful fantasy. When Schultz led Walter back to Warehouse 13, the eerie atmosphere almost made his hairs stand on end.

"Hey, Frederick......" Marcos, who looked half-dead, was the first to say hello to Schultz.

"Excuse me......" Schultz said with some hesitation. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, Lotus is dead. Marcos turned his gaze to the inner room.

"Isn't that great?" Schultz asked, confused.

"It's just...... I guess there was an accident. Marcos turned his head and looked at Schultz.

"What accident?" Schultz felt his mouth dry with nervousness, and he didn't want anyone to leave, whether it was someone he knew or someone he didn't know. Yes, he has already thought of the worst possibility.

Marcos pressed his palm slightly, "Don't be nervous, Schultz. I think you should also know that like us ghost swordsmen, sometimes we can't fully control our ghost hands. Yes, Maffeo was dominated by Kazan during his battle with Rotes. But he was not in danger of his life, but was temporarily in a coma. ”

"Damn!" Schultz rushed to the room without hesitation, and he understood what Marcos was trying to convey by glancing inexplicably into the room just now.

Schultz and Walter rushed in so much that Freya spilled the glass of water in her hand. "Frederick? and Walter?"

Schultz first saw Maffeo lying on the bed, and the next moment he couldn't wait to check on him, but he was stopped by Freya. So in the end, only Walter managed to get under the two of them. It jumped onto the small wooden table next to the bed and knocked over the glass of water that Freya had kept there. It leaned its head close to Maffeo's cheek and let out a staccato whimper, an attempt to wake up its master in this way.

"Is he okay?" Schultz asked worriedly, and he might even cry in the next second.

Freya said in a reassuring tone, "He's fine, don't worry, Frederick." ”

In the past, he would have ignored everyone's words of comfort. But now, he felt that there was a magic in everyone's tone, a magic that both made him feel strange and reassured. After comforting Schultz, Freya turned and walked over to Walter. "Your master is going to be fine, he's a nice guy, and you're a nice dog, aren't you?" Freya gently stroked its head and said softly.

Walt's next move came as a surprise to Schultz, who never listened to strangers or unfamiliar people. But now, obediently, it jumped off the table and lay on the edge of the bed. Throughout, it didn't let out a single shout of resistance at Freya.

"I think there's a little bit of something you can help with here, so, Frederick, find something to sit down, it's not a good idea to stand all the time. Freya smiled and gestured.

"Yes, Sister Freya. Schultz nodded happily, which was what he wanted to hear.

The last rays of light disappeared from the horizon, and the night sky on the west coast shone with stars, and everything was calm. Uma and Mirna sat face to face in front of a wooden table in the dimly lit room, and they were silent for a long time, as if silence had always existed. After a long time, Uma on the side of the table spoke slowly, his voice low and full of nervousness. "Are you ready?"

Milna, on the other side of the table, nodded, "Take it out." ”

Uma took the blood-red candle from Rotus's pouch and placed it on the candlestick on the table. He took a deep breath to ease his nerves, then motioned to Mirna. "Heat this thing up. ”

"I know. Mirna whispered in response, raising her left hand, her thumb and middle finger brushing and snapping her fingers, and a flame ignited in her hand.

The flame lit the candles, bringing a glimmer of light, an ominous glow to the dimly lit little room. Strange handwriting began to appear in the flames of the candle, and Mirna and Uma opened their eyes at the same time—the language of the Demon World that sounded so familiar to them.

"For some reason, I was transferred to a strange place. Without water, life would be far away from me. What should I do? The seekers of truth may seem weak, but they see me as an evil being. In that case, then I'll control them and silence them......" There was a clear disconnect in the text, and the flame burning on the candle looked a little erratic. After a while, new handwriting reappeared in the flames.

"Is this where Shylock died? It's funny. I don't know why the name annoys me, so that's where I'm going to die in the prophecy? Haha, let me see your puppet. Or, to put it another way, the chess pieces ......"

"Sure enough, I still can't escape my fate, which makes me feel sad. However, I can imagine that after all, both Bakar and Shylock have died according to the prophecy. A warning to you, Diregi...... "The flames suddenly went out, leaving the room in darkness again. In a moment, Mirna lit the ordinary candle on the table with a flame, and the grim expressions of the two people were reflected in the light of the fire.

"Diregi......" Mirna muttered.

"It's Rotus' memory candle, I think ......" Uma looked at the blood-red candle that had been extinguished, it was impossible to burn anymore. "Sure enough, is this a conspiracy that someone is planning......" Uma whispered, covering her head with her hands.

"Then this plan is simply terrifying, the guy who plotted the conspiracy wants to destroy the apostles of the demon world. But this is only Lotus's own memory, and we can't say for sure for the time being. ”

"I know, but I think we need to be wary of the Sixth Apostle Diregi, the one with the blood of filth......"