Freya looked at this huge town with a little surprise, as I said before, this place is no less prosperous than the heavenly realm, although the Duchy and the Delos Empire are at war, but in this peaceful environment, it always seems that the war is far away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Here... It's ......," Freya was a little speechless.

"It's good that you get used to it. Carl smoked.

"You go and hand in the commission first, the reward is yours. Anyway, you're a stranger, and it's not a good thing to have no money here. Marcos smiled at Carl.

"Thank you, thank you and your brother for your help. Carl couldn't hide his smile either.

"Miss Freya, do you have any plans?" Marcos looked at Freya, who was taking in everything here.

"This... I'm not very familiar with this place, do you have any suggestions?"

"Let's wait for Carl to finish handing over the commission, and then we'll go to Hotel Street together and help you find a place to stay there. Marcos' smile was always on his face.

"Thank you. Freya bowed slightly.

Marcos also responded politely to her courtesy.

When Karl handed over Sauta's evidence to the Duchy Commissioner, at least twenty people were around him. Due to the importance of this commission, very few people were able to complete it at the time. The Duchy Commissioner looked at the tall man in front of him in disbelief, was his weak-looking body really the one who could kill the Minotaur Sauta?

After some careful examination, the commissioner confirmed the authenticity of the Sauta exhibits. Although Carl's heart was a little uncomfortable at this time, you must know that you are not the one who killed Sauta, if you insist on saying it, then the credit is definitely Marcos's.

The commissioner smashed a large bag of gold coins in front of Carl, and the bag had to contain 1W gold coins to say the least. He then took out a box of materials from the box and pushed it to the side of the gold coin bag, and said, "This is your reward, to be honest, it surprises me, after all, no one has dared to take this commission for half a year. ”

Karl didn't reply, he just nodded a little and then picked up the reward and walked towards Marcos. The people around him have their own thoughts, at least the reward is already something that many people are looking forward to.

"It seems that this trip has made a lot of money. Marcos looked at the gold coin bag.

"You better take some, it will at least make my heart feel better. Carl seemed to be pleading.

"Okay, just give me 2,000 gold coins, and the rest of the gold coins, including materials, are yours. Marcos knew it wasn't a good idea to shirk.

After taking the coin, Marcos patted Maffeo, who was standing silent. "Come on, let's go to the hotel. ”

"I love the people here, they are hardworking and honest and peace-loving at all times. On the way, Marcos confided his thoughts.

"Because war is disgusting at all times, isn't it?" said Freya.

"I heard that there is a war going on in your heavenly realm......? What's that?" Marcos asked.

"Kalert, they are an ugly mob who have brought the flames of war throughout the Celestial Realm. Freya said this with an indignant expression.

"I don't know what those guys are like, but if I'm lucky enough to go to the Celestial Realm, I think I can at least do you a little favor. Marcos gestured with his hand.

"You're a good man, my friend. Karl tapped him on the shoulder.

Hotel Street is still bustling with people, and it never seems like it's going to go unfrequented.

It was clear that the newly opened hotel in front of the four of them was favored by a lot of people, at least for now. The innkeeper is a very young girl, and some say that she is an elf who used to live in the Gran Forest, but others think that this is nothing more than nonsense. Marcos went in and spoke with her, and learned that her name was Selia Krumin, and that she had lived in the Elwyn Line, and that it had been her dream to build hotels all over the Arad continent in order to provide accommodation for the adventurers who came and went.

The price of the hotel was very affordable, and the facilities in the rooms were very complete, so after some discussion, the four of them decided to stay in this hotel. Carl and Freya each booked a separate room, and Marcos naturally shared a room with Maffeo. Of course, Maffeo and Carl had to go to the hotel where they were staying to get their room back.

After everything was settled, in the lobby of the inn, Marcos finally told his purpose and told Carl and Freya about the guild.

"That sounds ......," Carl flicked his cigarette ash and glanced at Freya. The latter did not speak, but had a thoughtful look.

"Nothing my friend, I respect your thoughts. Marcos took a sip of his drink.

"I joined. Karl exhaled a smoke ring and spoke.

Freya hesitated, and Marcos seemed to see through her thoughts, "Don't worry Miss Freya, I also respect your thoughts, I can at least guarantee that this will not have any effect on you as a member of the Imperial Courtyard." ”

"This is my identity in the world below. Freya smiled.

"I'm glad to hear you say that!" said Marcos, with a look of joy on his face.

Under the moonlight, Maffeo sat alone on the roof of the guild, he looked at his ghost hand, and the scene of Marcos liberating the ghost god during the day was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could not linger away for a long time.

What exactly is a ghost god, the question arises from the depths of the heart, and the bright red ghost hand looks a little strange in the moonlight.

"Maffeo, are you up there?" Marcos' voice came from below.

Maffeo beckoned to Marcos on the ground.

"So, what do you want to know? I'll tell you all about it. Marcos climbed onto the roof and sat down next to him.

"You... Why did you keep hiding it from me?" said Maffeo.

"About this?" said Marcos with a hand of his ghost.

"You know that. ”

"Well, that was 2 years ago, and I don't remember exactly what day it was. All I know is that that night, these things, you know, were ghosts. These things were spinning around in my head, and I didn't know exactly what was going on, but when I came back to my senses, I realized that I could control these spirits. Marcos recounted.

"Why haven't you told me?" said Maffeo, looking a little annoyed.

"Brother God, this is not the path you should take, don't you know? Every time you use the power of ghosts and gods, there is a price, and I don't want you to be like this. ”

"At what cost?"

"It's life, brother. Every time you use these things, you have to pay for your life, and I don't tell you because I don't want you to actually step into this realm, a dead brother. Marcos struggled to explain.

"You can't fight alone. Maffeo shook his head.

"Go and practice your swordsmanship, Maffeo. I don't know if you've heard of the Four Sword Saints?" Marcos seemed to want to avoid the topic.

"You're talking about the Four Sword Saints who killed the Apostle Shylock in the Cave of Sorrow nine years ago?"

"That's right, Sword Soul doesn't have to deal with these damn ghosts, and I'm going to at least make sure you don't get entangled in these damn guys. ”

"But as far as I know, it was the Berserker Luxie who actually killed Hillock. ”

"Damn dude, are you burning out your head? Do you want to go down the path of giving your life to Kazan?" Marcos stood up excitedly.

"I don't know, Marcos, I want to know the answer, what exactly is a ghost?" said Maffeo, looking at his ghost hand a little frustrated.

"Alright man, I know your character, but I still want to say, go and practice swordsmanship, Maffeo, this is your best friend's advice to you. Marcos tried to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry Marcos, but I think no matter what, we can still ... Is it the same as before?" Maffeo looked up at Marcos and smiled.

"Of course, my brother!" Marcos smiled and held out his right hand, clenched into a fist.

In the moonlight, the two fists were tightly pressed together, accompanied by two figures cursed by fate.

No matter what fate throws, that friendship that comes from the heart will never dissipate.