Marcus stood on the empty marble floor, pausing for a moment, scanning a slightly somber gaze back and forth at several places where a trap might be placed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info His right hand gently pinched the corner of his black trench coat, as if he was deciding what to do.

He sighed softly, then let go of the corner of his coat with his right hand, and slowly moved to the suppressor in his left hand. Keja seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it rushed out of the ghost's hand and came behind Marcos. "I think you need help?"

"yes, I'm not sure where those guys are right now. I don't know about magical lifeforms, but I think if you were you, you might know where to place traps to attract them. Marcos whispered.

"Interesting, but you're not prepared to fight this time. Keja leaned into Marcos' ear.

"It's a big disappointment, isn't it, that's enough. Marcos gave a mocking smile.

"Haha, that's good! So, follow me. "Kaija turned into an eerie black wind, and even in the sea, it was not affected in any way. Perhaps this is the ghosts, and no amount of circumstance can prevent them from making some mysterious moves. Marcos stepped forward, following the black wind.

Kaija led Marcos to about 20 yards ahead, and it didn't look any different from where it had been. But the ghost's understanding of these things is often different from that of ordinary people, and it remains silent, staring at Marcos with those deep eyes.

Marcos stepped forward, then crouched down to check the ground. Sure enough, there seems to be some remnant of magic here. Although they appear to be broken gemstone fragments from the outside, they may contain some mineral richness. But Kaija could feel the tiny aura of magic emanating from the remnants, which was why it had chosen this place.

"Well, then, please go back. Marcos raised his hand.

"Yes. Keja smiled weirdly.

After repositioning the suppressor back into the ghost's hands, Marcos began to make some preparations. Due to his presence in the sea, he had to neutralize the materials used to make the trap in an empty bottle. There was no alchemy lab, and he was just following the steps Uma had written on the parchment. Before waiting for Camille and Randall to finish gathering the remaining materials, he also needs to choose the direction in which to throw the bait.

"Anyway, it's a good attempt. Marcos looked at the strangely shaped bait in his hand.

He knew that once he threw the bait, it might not be long before the magic puppets sensed it. He couldn't take any chances, he couldn't throw the bait too soon, given that the trap material was still neutralizing, and Camilie and Randall were still gathering for it. It is impossible to make a magic trap without those materials, and the recipe on the parchment does not lie.

So he could only sit there and wait for everything, he sat cross-legged, staring at the other side, and all he saw was pitch black. What doesn't change here is always the darkness that you can't see in any direction.

"Is that enough?" After ten minutes, Randall walked over with the collected coral, and Camille followed, filling a small bag full of fluorite.

"Enough, do as I say, put the coral and fluorite in this container. Marcos pulled out a pottery vessel from his body, which looked like a sacrificial object. In the Void Ancestor, this thing was very common. "Then I placed it on the ground, right here, around the gem fragments, and I went to set the bait. ”

"Okay. ”

Randall and Camille started to prepare as Marcos had said, and it was an easy job, compared to going head-to-head with those magic dolls. Marcos walked forward with the bait in his hand, having already confirmed where to set the bait.

In his right hand, Marcos held a knife at his waist, which could handle some unexpected situations. Marcos lightened his footsteps, and cautiously walked like an alert beast towards the place where the bait had been set. He must guard against possible sudden attacks, and these magical figures can only be described as elusive in the dark.

When Marcos had walked a short distance, he removed his right hand from the hilt, and it seemed that there would be no danger. After setting up the bait, he can stay in a relatively safe position and wait quietly for the magic puppets to take the bait. He rubbed his foot back and forth against the ground, then gently placed the bait he was holding on the ground. He wrapped a silver wire around the bait, then unfurled it and slowly pulled it towards the trap.

The length was just right, and by the time Marcos tied the silver end to the pottery vessel, the contents of the container had already reacted to each other, which was smoother than he had imagined, and perhaps the most basic alchemy would not be such a difficult thing to understand. When everything was ready, Marcos motioned for the two to follow him to a place where there was cover.

The two of them were led by Marcos behind several stone slabs that had fallen to the ground due to disrepair, which effectively provided cover for the crowd. Since Marcos didn't drink the cat's eye potion, he motioned for Randall to alert him when he saw movement. And Kamili, she just needs to be ready to release her thoughts at any time.

All that remains is to wait, but Marcos doesn't seem willing to spend this time in silence. "Tell me, Randall, what are your plans after all this is over?"

"I, honestly, I don't know?" Randall shook his head, looking unconfident on the subject.

"Haven't you ever thought about breaking away from the mercenary group and pursuing the life you want?" said Marcos as he spread his hands, indicating that it would be easy to do. Everyone has their own dreams, this is his cognition.

Randall pulled out his jug and took a sip of water, he almost choked. "I've seen so much death, and I'm sure I'm not going to live a normal life anymore. ”

"War changed you?"

"Yes. ”

"Well, I think you must have lived through the first Battle of the Eritar River. The corners of Marcos' mouth twitched slightly, as if the mention of the term made him uncomfortable.

Randall looked at Marcos with a surprised look, "How would you know?"

"Because I was there at the time, it was the first time I left Wille to start my own journey. Marcos explained, pausing, as if sorting out the language. Camille was undoubtedly interested in their conversation, and she turned her gaze to them, quietly waiting for Marcos to continue. "Those goddamn Flame of Truth guys are almost destroying the entire plain of Amiens. ”

"Yes, they're a bunch of crazy people. But you know, the Principality won that war, although in the end we wouldn't have won it so smoothly if it hadn't been for Delos attacking the Flame of Truth guys behind his back. That's really...... A disgusting war, and there is nothing worse than that. Randall's eyes were filled with gloom and regret.

Marcos coughed lightly, then took the jug Randall had handed him. To his surprise, however, the kettle was not filled with wine, but he took a sip anyway. "I killed someone for the first time in that war, in a small village on the plains of Amiens, there was a fellow of the Flame of Truth who wanted to kill me, and I think you should know that they did not hesitate to start a war to clean up a presence like me. I only had a little experience fighting monsters at the time, and to be honest, I almost got killed by him. Later, with the help of the villagers, I managed to cut off the guy's head with a single knife. Marcos gestured. "I still remember the way that guy looked, his head rolling on the ground, his eyes wide open, and I think it's hard to forget the first time I was exposed to this kind of thing. ”

"I didn't expect you to have such an experience, we were north of the Eritar River and fended off the crazy attacks of those guys. Those guys don't follow any rules, they're brave and cruel, and we've lost a lot of people. Randall paused at the right time, unwilling to continue recalling the war that had been so disgusting to him.

Camilli remained silent, as if the guys who had gathered together by some kind of opportunity seemed to have all kinds of unbearable pasts. Although the Void Ancestor had enjoyed peace for many years, she was very afraid that one day, disasters and wars would visit her hometown, the Void Ancestor, which she did not want to see.

"Here they are, yes, the magic dolls. Randall lowered his voice abruptly, and he gestured.

"Let's get started. Marcos pulled out an anti-magic bomb.