By the time they returned to the warehouse from the cafeteria, the moon was already hidden in the clouds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe dark streets seem to hide a lot of dangers, just like what happens here. But the danger is not there, just rats and abandoned wild cats.

Warhammer's actions have always been one of the most conspicuous of all, and he always likes to make big noises to be exact. After a honeymoon period of about ten minutes with the silver box, Warhammer finally began to practice the "violent methods" he had always resorted to. So his sledgehammer came in handy, but his actions were unforgivable in the eyes of any Celestial Mechanic.

As the group entered, the hammer slammed the first hammer right down on the silver box, while Marcos whispered to Carl, who was curled up on the couch. The awkward atmosphere spread almost instantly, and the only reaction was Walter, who was unhappy with Warhammer's actions, and roared loudly.

Warhammer looked over and waved his hand. "Chip ......" Then he picked up the sledgehammer and smashed the second hammer, and this time the silver box finally formed a huge gap under the sledgehammer. It has no value in itself, but the chip inside is a treasure to Warhammer. "It's a little hard to get out...... "He pulled out the chip that's stuck in the box.

"Oh, dude......" Blackburn stepped forward, looking at him puzzled.

"Now, Eugene, take this, and back off, okay?" Warhammer shoved the sledgehammer into Blackburn's arms, who nearly missed the catch, allowing it to hit his own foot.

"What are you going to do?" Blackburn asked.

"A little problem......" Warhammer struggled to put the pieces of the silver box together so they could be disposed of.

Freya yawned and walked into the room where she slept in the warehouse, "If it's okay, don't call me, I'm tired." She slammed the door shut.

"Did she have any problems?" Markos pointed to the closed door.

"I think she's really just tired. Maffeo shrugged, then leaned over to Marcos, more concerned about what he was whispering to Carl. "What were you talking about?"

Marcos gave a malicious smile, "Well, we're discussing what's next." ”

"The continued exploration will definitely take place...... I can think of some good candidates......" Karl squeezed a sentence out between his teeth.

"Freya, Camilli, Fett, Umma, Mirna?" said Marcosro, listing the names of the guys he knew.

"Honestly...... Most guys need a break. ”

"If you can, I think it's better for you and Maffeo to go to the area behind the jungle. Camilli didn't know when she came to the three of them, or at least she had a tired look on her face.

"What's behind the jungle?" Marcos asked.

"An area of utter darkness, and from there there are occasional beastly sounds. Probably because it was located in a place where the sun of the Heavenly Veil Behemoth could not reach, and the air there was humid and damp with a hint of curse. ”

Maffeo and Marcos glanced at each other, it was always like this, they were used to the presence of such a place. Perhaps it was a trick of fate, but they were destined to explore these unusual places with their sensory abilities that were different from ordinary people. Their existence could coincide with the fate of the two, although it was a bit ironic. "I see, Maffeo and I will go there to see. ”

"Be careful, it's unsettling for me there. Camille reminded.

"We will. ”

The deadlock was finally broken, and the next day, Ophelia happily found Freya and Camily and thanked them for what they had done. Of course, she also got an unexpected bonus, which was the Book of Annals' Ecclesiastes that everyone had brought back from the temple in the Dryad Jungle. Although this is a secret belonging to the Blue Shinrikyo cult, Camili and Freya's questioning have led her to tell them the purpose of collecting these books.

It was a prophecy in written form, something that had been handed down from Shinrikyo Blue Truth. However, it is said that all the books of Ecclesiastes must be collected in order to interpret the prophecy, and even Ophelia herself cannot be sure what the prophecy is.

Maffeo walked out of the warehouse, rubbed his eyes, and brushed away the foreign object stuck to his hair with his hands. The rising morning sun shone on the wet rooftops, and the tallest building, the Academy of Magic, sparkled as if it were studded with precious stones. It's been two days since Freya and the others finished clearing the jungle, and Marcos hasn't decided when to go to the sunless area. And Maffeo could only wander the streets of the West Coast for the time being, although he could go there alone. But two years later, he wanted to see how Marcos fought today.

The head of a wild cat popped out of the garbage heap across the warehouse, and Maffeo noticed it, crouching down to look at it. "Meow, little one. The wildcat remained motionless, looking at him with a warning in his eyes. It held its ears close to its head and hissed, baring its teeth.

"I know, I don't like you either, just kidding. Maffeo walked away in a disappointing manner, the cat clearly had no good intentions. He glanced at the rising sun again, and narrowed his pupils into a vertical line. A beautiful day, he thought, for a battle indeed. He sighed, spat and walked slowly across the street, wanting to see how Adrian and the others were doing.

There was a strong, pungent smell from the walls along the street, the smell of wet plaster and lime mortar. As he turned his gaze to his left, he suddenly spotted Warhammer with his back to him, carrying a small bucket and a small brush in his other hand. "What are you doing, Warhammer?" said Maffeo as he watched as the guy scribbled patterns and words on the walls that he couldn't read.

Warhammer immediately turned around, "Hey, Maffeo, have you heard of graffiti?"

"No, what's that?"

"It's boring, let's put it this way, it's kind of my entertainment, I believe you shouldn't be confused if you say that, right?"

"Very strange way of entertaining. ”

"It's no surprise that when you learn to deal with some hellish, you realize how beautiful graffiti is. But beauty is often destroyed, for example, after a heavy rain, all my graffiti will become mud flowing to the ground. Warhammer danced with the brush.

"In any case, I wish you all the best. Maffeo continued to walk to the other end of the street, not understanding the Warhammer geek. If there was one guy he knew the hardest, it would be Warhammer. This man who seems not to exist on the continent of Arad shows up here, and always does something that will make everyone here look strange.

"This is the romance of men, Maffeo!" warhammer shouted at Maffeo's back in the morning sun.

"Yes, romantic, it doesn't matter......" Maffeo muttered listlessly.