The tallest building in Faroe Bay, the Mar Lighthouse, flashed several times, making it visible to almost half of the plains near Huttonmar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info So it was like a signal that Maffeo noticed the arrival of another group of people - if nothing else, the mysterious and sinister ones were the buyers.

Maffeo lowered his head, keeping the branches out of his view, observing the comers, as he pressed the green button on the rectangular object. To be honest, Maffeo didn't see them bring some tools to transport the children. The only thing they seemed to possess was a black robe that enveloped their bodies, and their faces were hidden in a black hood, revealing their reddish eyes from time to time.

"Where's Buzz?" asked the guy at the front of the all-black line.

"Mr. Booz is looking for more supplies, so I'm in charge of the deal today. The leader of the mob said in a Delos accent.

"Get those goods off the wagon. His voice was low.

The leader of the group turned around and waved at the already drunk thugs, and a few of them, who were still quite conscious, staggered to their feet, still holding bottles in their hands, limped to the back of the carriage and lifted the curtain violently. Then he shouted in a slurred voice: "Give it to me...... Come down ......."

The frightened children in the carriage did not move, in fact, they had already been frightened stupid. Their bodies don't belong to them anymore, because they can't do anything at all. It would be fine if their minds were blank, but now all they have in their minds is fear.

The thug who shouted seemed a little impatient, so he smashed the bottle of wine, which he regarded as his beloved, to the ground, and slowly stepped forward to try to pull the children out of the carriage. The children finally reacted, and it was their instinct. They shrank back, trying not to touch the thug's hand. They huddled together and the carriage shook a little, and the thug fell on his back and snored after a drink break, his last activity.

"Hell garbage, fuck me off. The leader walked up to the thug and kicked him hard, and then the moaning guy subconsciously crawled away, like a worm born to live in the dirt.

Maffeo didn't look away to observe the reaction of the buyers, to his surprise, the guys didn't react too violently, they always used their calm to face such a seller that would make any buyer tired. More than that, Maffeo noticed that they had an aura similar to his own ghost hand. If it weren't for the suppressor, perhaps his ghost hand would have already begun to resonate with that breath.

"Come down, rice worms!" the leader pulled the children off the wagons one by one, while the coachman comforted his horses. Ever since the buyers arrived, his horses had been in a state of panic.

He grabbed the children by the collars and treated them like lifeless cargo, huddled together on the ground as they were tied into twisted flowers. "It's all here, let's take a look!" the team leader greeted the buyer.

The black-robed man who had spoken before slowly walked up to the children, and he first stopped to observe them. Obviously, the children watching didn't pay much attention to what this guy was trying to do, they were just thinking about what kind of doom awaited them.

"I don't think this deal will be so pleasant and smooth. The black-robed man suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" the leader was visibly stunned.

"Wait until you get rid of the bugs that follow your ass someday. The black-robed man turned around and whispered.

"You're saying we're being followed?" laughed the leader. "How is this possible?"

The black-robed man didn't reply, but suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a strong dark aura burst out from it and attacked the camphor tree where Maffeo was. The latter immediately put away the rectangular object, and then dodged the breath with a somersault. In his sight, the leaves and branches that had been touched were all stained red by the dark aura, and the liquid that oozed from them was like blood.

As Maffeo landed steadily on the ground, the smile on the leader's face froze. He realized that he was being followed, but he didn't even notice it the whole time. The feeling made him uncomfortable, and he immediately became furious, shouting at the thugs who were lying on the ground snoring because they had drunk too much. "Get up for me, you incompetent bastards!"

"Next time. The black-robed man left the place quickly with his accomplices, but he glanced at Maffeo before turning around.

"Well, it might be a good idea to have a fight with the drunks. Maffeo drew his sword, which was wrapped in strips of cloth, and swung it twice in his hand.

"Despicable stalker, I'm going to make you pay!" the leader picked up an axe, and the whole person looked like an angry rhinoceros.

"You guys are embarrassed to say the word despicable, which makes people laugh out of their teeth. Maffeo sneered, spitting disdainfully.

"Die for me, you bastard!" the leader rushed towards Maffeo with heavy steps.

The first blow was as slow and unsuccessful as Maffeo had expected, it was just a blow that seemed to be full of power and did not pose any threat to Maffeo at all. In a light flash, Maffeo came to the leader's side, and at the same time raised his greatsword and slashed at close range with a rapid, leaving a wound on the outside of the guy's arm. With brute strength alone, he swung his heavy axe and swept towards Maffeo, who dodged the blow with ease.

"Well, it looks like this fight is going to be easier than I thought. Maffeo spread his hands indifferently in front of the leader.

"You cocky little bastard, I'll make you pay. The team leader said through gritted teeth.

"Come on, then. Maffeo steadied his steps, grasped the hilt of his greatsword with both hands, and stood still as the fellow attacked. This became an extremely stupid thing in the eyes of the leader, who believed that anyone who stood still in the face of his powerful axe would eventually become a bloody corpse lying on the ground.

Looking at the axe that was getting closer and closer to him, Maffeo suddenly raised his great sword upward, and the power that burst out of his arm caught the leader off guard. As he flicked the axe away, Maffeo raised his left hand and slammed a fist into the leader's chest, knocking him back two meters away. He didn't burst out the blood in his left hand, otherwise he could have made that ordinary guy ineffective with a single punch, just because he didn't want to kill the other party.

The leader clutched his chest and shook his head to sober himself up a bit, then launched a second wave of impact. This time it was the same as before, and the guy even rushed at the exact same pace as before. Maffeo repeated his old trick, raising his sword again and flicking the man's axe, then leaned forward and slammed his left shoulder into his chest, then swept back with his great sword in his right hand, once again repelling the leader.

"So, what's next?" said Maffeo with a smile, always with a playful look on his face.

"Ahh Maffeo thought, this time this guy finally played a little bit of momentum. He smiled slightly, gestured to put a layer of blood qi protection on himself, and then jumped up and used the mountain collapse attack to face the leader head-on. The two collided in the air, whipping up dust, fallen leaves, and wine bottles. In the end, the team leader fell from mid-air with surprised eyes and smashed heavily on the thatched grass.

Maffeo landed in front of him and placed his great sword around his opponent's neck. "I won. Throughout, his men had been too drunk to get up in time for the fight, otherwise Maffeo thought he might really need to exert himself.

"You bastard......" said the leader's axe as it rolled to the side, and he said in a hoarse voice. "Come on, bastard, slit my throat with your great sword. You shit, you ruined a deal for us. ”

"Say whatever you want, sir. Maffeo put away his greatsword. "But I'm leaving, and staying here to party with you guys isn't something I want to do. ”

"Come, you coward, kill me!" roared the leader.

"Why?" said Maffeo, sneering. "Somebody's got to clean up the mess, after all, isn't it? That's up to you, sir. Maffeo didn't forget to add at the end. "There's no point in killing you anyway, because you're not the ultimate goal all along. Under the surprised gaze of the leader, Maffeo left the place.