Finding the Hanging City is not as simple as finding a stall selling porcelain in the market, and considering the possible location of the Hanging City, Carl believes that it will not be very far from the Sky City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This also means that they need to use Magadha to reach the air, but there is also a danger that if they get too close to Bakar's magic circle, then Magadha is likely to lose control and crash. This requires the driver to be as skilled as the Dark Elves.

Freya thought of Camilli first, but Carl didn't advise her to do so. Because compared to Hanging City, Seghart in Sky City may be a more difficult guy to deal with. But they wouldn't easily entrust their lives to any drunken water ghost pilot in a West Coast port, and perhaps the Dark Elves would be a good choice.

"What do you think of Kakun?" Karl asked, the best person he could think of.

"Do you really think he's going to help us?" Freya shrugged, indicating that it wasn't going to be easy.

Karl pointed to the wall, the room behind the wall was the room of Maffeo and Marcos. "We can get help from Maffeo, he seems to have a good relationship with Kakun. ”

"Thank you, gods, I don't want him to get involved. Freya kept waving her hands.

"I didn't say I wanted him to get involved, he just had to say hello to Kakun. ”

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. ”

"Good. ”

Freya came to Maffeo's room, hesitated, and didn't knock on the door with her hand. The room was noisy, and it looked like he was arguing with Marcos about something pointless. Freya couldn't help but laugh, and she made up her mind.

A rhythmic knock sounded at the door, and Maffeo and Marcos kept their final moves almost simultaneously. The former held the kettle, ready to unscrew the cap of the bottle and splash the water inside on the other side. The latter, on the other hand, clung to a plank and tried to fend off the Maffeo's current. But now, they're like statues in a museum.

"Who?" asked Maffeo.

"It's me, Freya!" her voice rang out outside the door.

Maffeo hesitantly put down the kettle, Freya rarely came to him at such a late hour. He walked briskly to the door and opened it. The moonlight had her back to Freya, which made Maffeo a little unable to see her face. "What's the matter?" asked Maffeo, a little embarrassed, hoping that Freya hadn't heard the sound of her arguing with Marcos in the room.

"Hey, hey, Freya. Why haven't you and Carl ever responded to what I said about the palace?" Marcos asked Freya as he suddenly leaned over to Maffeo's side.

"Well...... Carl and I have some things to deal with alone, and we won't have a lot of time left. Freya was perfunctory, though she was tempted to make everything clear.

Marcos looked thoughtful, but he then turned and walked back to his bench. He put his legs on the table and lit a cigarette with a lazy look. "Well, if we have good news in Sky City, we'll let you know as soon as possible. Provided, of course, that you are in the presence of us. ”

"We will. ”

"So, what the hell is going on?" Maffeo had been moving his head back and forth in the conversation between Freya and Marcos, and now he finally didn't have to work so hard.

Freya pursed her lips, "Can I let you go to Kakun and ask him for a favor?"

"Oh, it's not going to be that easy. Maffeo hung his head, as if it were a difficult thing for him.

"Why do you say that?"

"Kakun doesn't owe me anything anymore, I helped him a little when I first came to the West Coast......" Maffeo paused, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he still didn't know what he had taken over Kakun's commission.

"Some?" Freya smiled wickedly, at least in the months she had been in contact with her, she had heard of Kakun's crush on Selia.

"Something troublesome. Maffeo felt that was the best answer. "But he's already helped me, so I don't think he'll be so easy to say yes to my request. You see, he's not some kind of loving god, if there are gods. ”

"Either way, I hope you'll give it a try. I know you're going to the palace tomorrow with that weird little old man, but until then, I think you'll find time to go to Kakun. ”

Maffeo turned to look at Marcos in the room, but the other party did not look this way, and it seemed as if he was asleep. The cigarette that burned in his mouth was never taken off by his fingers, but left it to burn. Maffeo pulled his gaze back and rested on Freya's body. "Okay, I'll try it. ”

"If you guys do get into trouble, I think I can help. Another voice came from the left side of the doorway, and it was Camille.

"Camille?" Freya looked at the dark shadow that appeared almost out of thin air at her.

Camilli smiled, "I know Kelly has a letter for you. Don't worry too much, I can help. As much as I would love to fight Seghardt, we have to face reality. The sooner the answer to Sky City is revealed, the sooner we will be able to decide the path ahead, won't we?"

"But Carl ......" Freya was about to stop talking, but before she could decide to continue, Camilli interrupted her, "I don't think it's a troublesome thing, and I'll be waiting for you at the port tomorrow morning." I believe that it will not be so difficult to reach a consensus between a Void Ancestor and a Celestial Realm. She turned away as if she had never been there, leaving only the faint scent of tulips.

Freya watched as Camilli disappeared into the doorway of her room, then slowly pulled her gaze back. Maffeo smiled and shrugged, "Everything has become easier, I hate trouble the most." ”

"Yes, yes, Master Maffeo. Freya raised her fist, a look of displeasure.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Freya. I don't want to ruin the dreams of two guys on the spur of the moment, okay?" Maffeo put his palms towards Freya, his hands in front of his chest.

"Good dreams. Freya lowered her fist and turned away.

Maffeo closed the door softly in frustration, and Marcos in the room finally reacted. "It's complicated for a short time, isn't it?"

"Do you want to sleep?" said Maffeo, removing his cloak and cuirass, and scurrying onto the bed, his hands behind his head.

Marcos looked at the cigarette that was burning out, and as it was about to burn his fingers, he quickly extinguished it on the table. He remained slanky, not responding to Maffeo, his eyes fixed on the moonlight outside the window.

Maffeo rolled over in a boring way, he didn't want to lose some sleep because of this guy's strange behavior.