Platani's multicolored power source exploded in a way that everyone had expected, and it never had a chance to do anything again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The violent explosion shook the floor, reaching even the stone pillars outside. Already in tatters, they collapsed under the impact of the shockwave, though it had no effect on the miraculous city in the sky.

Even after losing energy and ceasing to live, most of Platani's body was covered with gold, which seemed to prove that it might indeed be the only independent being among the Golems, not at the mercy of the puppeteers.

No one would want to dig up the gold from it, which could be sold for a lot of money and used as a precious magical material. But now, no one even wants to look at it more, it really leaves too many nightmarish impressions on everyone.

Freya sat still, placing the rifle quietly on the stone slab. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. But what she knows is that the future is approaching her, and the imperial capital, which is her hometown, seems to be one step closer to her.

"Well done, Freya!" Camilie walked over.

Freya smiled, then stood up and gave Camille a hug, the way they were both done.

"Are you going back to pray?" Marcos asked Maffeo.

Maffeo spread his hands, "Maybe, maybe not." Well, it doesn't matter to me. ”

"Here, you should have a drink. Marcos forced a smile and handed a jug to Maffeo.

"Oh, at least you still have a good conscience. ”

Maffeo took the kettle, and without the slightest vigilance, he opened it and took a sip, which was exactly what Marcos wanted. After tasting the rum in his mouth for only two seconds or so, Maffeo spat them onto the marble floor as if he were spitting out poison.

"Oh my God......" Maffeo's face distorted a little, after all, he was still not used to the taste of wine. "How can it be hell wine!"

"I never said it was water. Marcos smirked.

Maffeo screwed the lid of the kettle shut and threw it back to Marcos, "You damn bastard!"

"Aha, Maffeo, now that they can appreciate you, it must be very interesting. Marcos opened the kettle and took a nice sip.

Maffeo coughed violently, trying by all means to expel the smell of wine from his nostrils and mouth, but that was basically impossible. But he thought he would be able to at least drink a little water to relieve it for a while.

Karl walked up to Maffeo with a jug in his hand, and after staring at Maffeo for a few seconds, he threw the jug to the latter. Maffeo hesitated, he opened the lid of the kettle and sniffed the smell of the kettle, and after making sure that it was water and not wine, he began to drink it with confidence.

"I've been gambling since the beginning, and luckily, I succeeded. Freya slung the rifle back to her shoulder.

"No, I don't think so, because you've always been confident. Camille clearly disagrees.

"Please, Camille, that's just what I did to hide my inner turmoil. However, I am still happy because you are my companion. Freya smiled.

"Me too. ”

Finally, under Randall's tired commands. Whether it was the wounded or the whole person, they took the dead with them and helped each other out of the city in the sky. The one hundred and twenty floors, which had been lively for nearly half a day in the deathmatch, ushered in the last tranquility.

"I guess you'll have to get back to Gilens, after all, that's the real end for you, isn't it?"

"Yes, I think so. Maffeo replied, a little absent-mindedly.

"Come on, Maffeo, we'll be waiting for you at the Ice Dragon Tavern in the evening, Randall said he wanted to get us a drink. Freya reminded again.

"Yes, yes. Maffeo was still perfunctory, in fact he hadn't figured out how to get back to Gilens, and he was actually very reluctant to communicate with him.

Finally, at the crossroads leading to the shopping street and the hotel, Maffeo turned back and came to the door of the Academy of Magic. Guided by the magician, he came to Gilens' room.

"Come in, Mr. Fry. Gillens closed his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if he had known that Maffeo would come to him at this time.

Maffeo nervously pushed the door and walked in, it was still the same place, there were so many books and documents that he couldn't figure out even if it took him a lifetime. But now, he was at least able to find a comfortable chair to sit in here.

"I know what you've done, so I think it's all done. Gillens personally pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Maffeo, much to the latter's surprise.

"Yes. Maffeo replied briefly.

"Well, you're doing a good job, aren't you? Mr. who can see the presence of ghosts. ”

Maffeo didn't understand what Girons meant, but he could sense that the other party wasn't mocking him. "For all of this, I did everything I could, so I thought, that's why I can sit here and have a hot cup of tea. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I think if I can't end this, you're going to kill me too. Maffeo said without hesitation.

Gillens squinted at Maffeo, as if seeking something. "Why do you say that, Mr. Fry?"

"Because you hate ghost swordsmen, don't you?" said Maffeo, gesturing to his left hand, hidden in his cloak.

"Son, never speculate on others with your own thoughts, this is my advice to you. Gillens didn't get angry, but said lightly.

"So, that's your answer?"

Girence nodded, "Yes." ”

Maffeo decided not to engage in these meaningless conversations anymore, "What else can I do?"

Girence shook his head, "From now on, you and I are just strangers, and we have never talked or argued. You're still the adventurous ghost swordsman, and I'm still a little old man who doesn't have a good impression in the minds of students. ”

"None of us have changed. ”

"That's the fun part of life. ”

"What about Brother Anthony's funeral? I think I need to go. ”

Gillens waved his hand, "You've been through too much blood, you should avoid the funeral." Believe me, most ghost swordsmen end up with nothing more than tattered weapons, not even a coffin board. Gillenston paused, then continued, "I'll tell his family what you've done, so you can go on with your journey in peace, and this will be the last time we'll see each other, Mr. Fry." ”

Maffeo drank the cup of hot tea, thankfully it had been left on long enough, otherwise his lips would have been burned. "I think I should go, good luck. ”

Girlens waved his hand, as if to drive away. After staring at Gillens for a few seconds, Maffeo turned and left the room.

Maffeo left the labyrinthine magic academy under the guidance of the magician, and on the way back to the hotel, with the breeze, he said to himself, "The beginning of the end should be like this......"