The rain kept falling, and after a drought all summer, it began to flood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe land was soaked in rainwater, and the roads between the jungles became muddy and difficult to navigate. The thick rain and fog made it impossible for the three people who came out of the passage to not even be able to tell the direction, but the strange aura in the air made it easy for Maffeo to judge the approximate distance. His memory is still vivid, and he can carve a path through the rain and fog.

Warhammer and Blake were already complete strangers, and without Maffeo's guidance, it would have been difficult for them to move every step in this situation, as they had no idea where to go. Under the cover of rain and fog, the outline of the church, which was easily visible, was completely invisible. There seems to be only the sound of rain lapping on the ground and leaves in the forest, yes, they are hidden in the darkness, we are exposed to the light.

On the way they saw nothing horrible again, the three of them walked alone in the forest, or rather, they thought there was no one else. However, then, Maffeo heard the indistinguishable sound of a broken branch coming from behind him. He walked forward with a blank face, but removed the crossbow from the belt of his sword. Sensing that something was wrong, Warhammer tried to speak, but Maffeo immediately made a silencing gesture.

The man who followed them stepped out from behind a beech tree, knowing that the other had discovered him. The three of them turned and stood silently, only the sound of the rain breaking the silence of the woods.

"Don't follow us anymore. Maffeo whispered, the other party was clearly a Delos, and although his eyes were obscured by his rain-soaked hair, it was difficult to recognize him, but he was wearing the chain mail of the Imperial class and the honorary dagger of the Delos Empire at his waist. A Delos soldier who strayed into this forest, although their appearance is not a good thing either.

"I shouldn't have followed you. The Delos were silent for a long time before finally speaking, with a distinct accent from the south of the Delos Empire. "But I have to. ”

Maffeo stepped forward and rewound the crossbow around the belt of his sword. Blake thought he was going to have a good talk with the other party, but Maffeo just drew his broadsword—a move that made people look even more hostile. "Get out of here. Maffeo warned in a low voice.

"If I leave, I won't survive this strange forest!" said the Delos man, waving his arms.

"Tell me, then, why aren't you training in the barracks in Delos but here, the Plains of Amiens?" Maffeo had been carrying his broadsword diagonally, and he could quickly slash off the Delos man's head at any moment. On the contrary, the Delos didn't even mean to draw his weapon. He looked terrible, and the only thing he had left on his honor dagger was probably the last one he used to kill himself.

The Delos man turned his head away and said categorically. "I can't tell me this. ”

"Would you rather die than tell me?" asked Maffeo.

"The knight's reputation does not allow me to do that. The Delos straightened his body, though it looked incredibly stiff in Maffeo.

Maffeo smiled a funny smile, "Interesting, where are you from?" I guess answering this question shouldn't hurt the knight's reputation. ”

"Rustru. The Delos replied.

"That's far from that. Maffeo shook his head regretfully.

Warhammer seems to be unable to stand Maffeo's inaction, or simply resentment at such a time-wasting move. Anyway, he stepped forward, gently pushed Maffeo away, and pointed his index finger at the Delos man, and said in fierce words. "Now, get out of my sight, or I'll kill you. Alternatively, you can choose another way and end your own life yourself. There is absolutely no way we will let you go with us, you scum of the army!"

He had lost the momentum of the Imperial Squad, and if General Hoffman had learned that there was such a guy in the Imperial Squad, he would have ordered the execution of the Delos in front of the three of them. With Warhammer's almost insulting words, the Delos barely resisted verbally. He just stood blankly in place, staring at the Warhammer with blank eyes.

Maffeo sighed and withdrew his greatsword into its scabbard. "Stand back, Warhammer, I'll take care of it. ”

"You'd better hurry. Warhammer whispered.

"No problem, I will. At the same time, Maffeo had already begun to make gestures to release the Confusion, this time taking a few seconds or so longer than the previous use of the Confusion Technique. As Maffeo gently waved his hand in front of the Delos, the opponent's already sluggish face even looked a little distorted under the influence of the Confusion Technique. "Now, it's okay to get out of here and go wherever you want, but don't follow us. ”

The Delos shook his head, "Yes, I should go back to the barracks, our infiltration mission failed." With that, he turned around mechanically and walked in the opposite direction of the two of them. Maffeo could only wish him good luck in his heart, even though he knew that the chances of the other party getting out of the forest were slim.

"Confusing little sorcerer, this is the new name given to you by the Warhammer Emperor. Warhammer snapped his fingers at Maffeo.

Maffeo waved his hand and smiled helplessly. "Yes, fuck you, Warhammer. ”

Blackburn's heart was very unpleasant, another man who would rather give up his life for the sake of honor that did not exist. He hates the army, he hates people who talk about honor all day long. But that's what distinguishes him from others, some of whom regard honor as important as life, while others, such as Blackburn, regard knightly honor as dung. Blackburn let out a sigh and quickened his pace. "A war destined to have no winners......"

"You heard me, the guy said he was on an infiltration mission. Well, it seems to me that the map in their hands must be a map full of lies. Or, their intelligence officers were distracted and went to eat baked bread. Or do you believe that the guys of the Imperial class will strayed into this damn forest?" Warhammer couldn't help but tell Maffeo his inner thoughts on the way.

"That's not something we need to think about. Maffeo said nonchalantly. "What if war breaks out? The ghost swordsmen of Wille should never have been involved in any war or politics. ”

"Yes, I know, the creed of the ghost swordsman of Wille. Warhammer whistled playfully. "Marcos used to talk to me about those things. ”

"Marcos?" said Maffeo with a disdainful smile. "Come on, he's the one of us who likes to get involved in war, and he's the least qualified of us to talk about creeds all day. ”

"So, what if the final situation forces you to choose?" Warhammer asked a question that Maffeo didn't want to answer. "You must know that not all of your companions are as neutral as you are. ”

Maffeo was silent for a few moments, except for the sound of footsteps and rain. Warhammer naturally knew that Maffeo would have a hard time answering this question, so he didn't rush the other party. Blackburn stared at Warhammer reproachfully, believing that Warhammer should not have asked Maffeo such a damn question at such a time.

Eventually, Maffeo looked up and replied in a tone that sounded flat but with a hint of reluctance. "Then I can only choose the lesser of two evils. ”