When the three of them arrived at Kakun's shop, he was arguing with a mercenary. The reason for the whole thing was only www.biquge.info that the mercenary's one-handed longsword had some ugly scratches on it, and he seemed to be a guy who had quite a lot of requirements for the beauty of his weapons. But Kakun repeatedly stated that it had nothing to do with him, and a pointless argument began.

GSD is no stranger to this kind of thing, but being patient doesn't mean he will waste his time putting up with such nonsense. So he stepped forward and gently pulled the angry mercenary away from Kakun. He gestured in his hand without anyone noticing, and Marcos felt the familiar ghostly sensation - Plemont.

The mercenary's expression suddenly turned into a trance, and GSD said to him in a deep voice, "Now, get out of here, your weapon has been repaired." ”

He nodded blankly, "Yes, my weapon is fixed, I need to get out of here." His tone was very mechanical, and then he turned away with his long sword.

Marcos watched in amazement at what had happened in such a short period of time, glad he hadn't come to a conclusion. If someone says that GSD doesn't understand ghosts at all, then he will laugh at that guy well, but that's too ignorant.

Kakun looked at the strange old man who suddenly appeared in front of him with disdain, this guy didn't seem to know what witchcraft had been used to end the dispute, but he could feel that new trouble was approaching him, and it was indeed trouble for him.

"Hey, Kakun. Maffeo greeted him.

Kakun's face was still so cold. "Hey, Maffeo, I remember I don't owe you anything. ”

"But I want you to help us one more time. ”

"It's better not to be a nuisance. Kakun swung the small knife in his hand in a circle, as if he would slash Maffeo if he was in doubt.

"Okay, Selia said something about your father, and he said that your father might have a relationship with Bakar. We need your help, for it's about whether or not we succeed in getting an answer to the Sky City. Maffeo tried to keep it simple.

"Why did you ask about my father? But if it's Selijah, then I'll tell you. He was very unprincipled in this respect, and no one doubted his fiery love for Selijah. "As far back as I can remember, my father had a deep interest in the Dark Elves' flying machine, Magadha, which had been passed down for generations. He often manipulated Magadha to ascend into the air, so he also traveled to the heavenly realm and came into contact with Bakar there. He put down the knife, picked up the clay water cup beside him, and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"So, your father arrived in the Celestial Realm, and then?" Maffeo continued.

Kakun wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his hand and continued, "After I was born, my father met with Bakar more often. Later, a war broke out in the Celestial Realm, and my father was drawn into that war, but fortunately he left the Celestial Realm in time to save his life. He just wanted to be an outsider, so he had no interest in war. My father once left a letter telling me to keep it as if it were some hellish treasure on it. I later learned that it was Bakar's last words. ”

There was no doubt that Kakun's words gave everyone a string of keys to open the door, and Marcos hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Can you still find that letter?"

"Of course, it just takes a little time. If you're willing to stand here and roast the fire, feel free. He pointed to the sun in the sky. "Of course, I suggest you better go get something to eat, and you can hear the sound in your stomach from afar. ”

"Thanks, Kakun. Maffeo thanked him sincerely.

"It's nothing, I can't get away with these hellish things anyway, I'll find out as soon as possible. Kakun casually put together the sword decorations in the doorway, then turned and walked into the shop.

GSD finally laughs and rejects Marcos' offer to invite him to dinner, and he walks into a small alley alone. In any case, he was not a man for walking up and down the busy streets with lots of people and stopping to watch all the novelties, he was more accustomed to being alone in dark corners with ghosts and spirits. So Marcos and Maffeo struggled to squeeze their way through the crowd and headed towards the restaurant.

Neither of them could come up with a reasonable explanation for what happened that day. But they hoped to get an answer, and whether the path to the heavenly realm would be successfully opened or not would be decided in the next few hours.

"The rumored Bakar is very arrogant and cruel, do you really believe that such a guy as him would leave a last word?" Maffeo said during the meal.

Marcos didn't care about spreading jam on his bread. "If you believe it, it's true. If you don't believe it, then even if it's true, you'll think it's fake. ”

"Don't beat around the bush, Marcos. You know, it doesn't make any sense. Maffeo said dissatisfied.

"None of us have personally experienced the scene when Kakun's father met with Bakar, and what happened to him every time he came into contact with Bakar afterwards. The rumors are true and false, and it's like we still haven't been able to figure out why Kazan became a ghost, have we?"

Maffeo's face sank, "That guy betrayed the Perus Empire, and then was exiled to the Rustru Mountains by breaking his tendons, and finally that guy died there, and then turned into a ghost, isn't that so?"

Maybe some of this is true, but don't you think that's a bit perfunctory? There are always things that can't be made public to the public, and that affects them. Marcos pouted, which also represented his attitude towards Kazan.

"Maybe there will be time for us to dig out the truth, after all, this is the answer that every ghost swordsman wants to seek in his life. Maffeo leaned his face in.

Marcos laughed, "I'll talk about it when we have time, especially since we don't have any clues." ”

Maffeo slumped in his chair a little lost, and although Marcos understood his thoughts, he just kept urging the other party to finish the food on the table quickly. Now is not the time to think about the meaning of life, they still have things to work out.

When the two of them returned to Kakun after eating, GSD had already stopped and waited there for a long time. Kakun closed the door of the shop and hung up a sign saying that it was closed, and the sound of rummaging through the house could be heard from time to time. The two of them did not come forward to knock on the door, so they stood outside the door and waited quietly.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Kakun pushed open the door and walked out with a disgraced face. He looked terrible, there was a lot of black dirt on his strange purple skin, and there was even a wound on the side of his arm, but he didn't seem to care. He handed the yellowed letter in his hand to Maffeo, "Here, this is the letter my father left, don't thank me, I just want to end this trouble as soon as possible, understand? Deal with all the guys in Sky City as soon as possible, I don't want some stupid guys to trouble me." ”

"Thanks, Kakun. Maffeo took the letter and thanked him.

Kakun sighed helplessly, then waved his hand to signal the three of them to disappear from his eyes, he might want to go and get a good night's sleep.

"Let's go. GSD led in the direction of the Academy of Magic.