"I'm curious, why do they reappear?" the girl ran her short black hair with her hand, brushing her bangs with her fingers. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info removed the white hat with a golden cross motif from the head. With a look of pity, she brushed the dust off her hat with her hand.

"Maybe their existence is just an illusion of people?" the man's voice sounded across from the girl, accompanied by the rustle of turning the pages.

The girl frowned, as if the other party's words made her feel a little unhappy. "Dominic, in any case, to say such a thing is contrary to the revelation that the gods have given us. ”

"Of course I know, but I have doubts. The man's voice was even deeper than before.

"That's enough, Dominic, I'm leaving. The girl put her hat back on her head, her light brown eyes glancing at the man sitting across from her.

"Forget it, may Remidia bless you. As the girl left, the sound of the book being closed rang out at the same time. The man stared at the heavy book in his hand, and the golden cross on the cover seemed to melt into his eyes......

Schultz slouched out of bed and poked his head out of the window, trying to figure out what sound had awakened his sweet dream. Since coming to Huttonmarr, he has been so obsessed with the inn of Seria that he is reluctant to leave it most of the time. In fact, there were a little fewer things that interested him here than on the West Coast.

He saw two vague silhouettes of humanoids, followed by the sound of swords clashing together, which stirred a nervous nerve in his senses. He immediately jumped out of bed and wiped his eyes so that he could see better. But this was not what Schultz thought of as a threat, it was just that Maffeo and Marcos were attacking each other in the courtyard behind the hotel, using moves similar to general swordsmanship, but with a little other connotation.

Although one of them, Maffeo, looked more like he was wielding two weapons and slashing aimlessly, yes, Schultz only now realized that Maffeo's ghost hand was also holding a weapon - a rusty knife. It was almost one-sided, and it didn't take much effort for Marcos to knock down the sword held by Maffeo's ghostly hand, and then he quickly spun behind Maffeo and put the black knife on the back of his neck.

"What the hell...... "Maffeo lowered his head in frustration and raised his ghost hand slightly, signaling that he would admit defeat.

"Still won't work?" said Marcos, who did not tease triumphantly this time.

Maffeo tucked his broadsword into the scabbard behind his back and kicked the rusty sword that had fallen to the ground in annoyance. "I still can't be as fluid as I was then, maybe I shouldn't have tried to fight with a weapon in my normal state. ”

"Fighting with a weapon in two hands is hard to control, and twisted ghost hands are not suitable for holding weapons in the first place. Marcos comforted him.

"It doesn't matter, I can't find the state I was in anyway. Maffeo walked to the bench on the side of the courtyard, sat down, unscrewed the kettle, and took a long sip of water.

Marcos walked over and sat down next to him. As you can see, it's been almost a month since we've been back in Huttonmaar. The new year is coming soon, and time flies really fast. ”

"How old are you, Marcos?" asked Maffeo suddenly.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Marcos smiled and shrugged. "26 years old, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it just feels like you say, time flies so fast. Maffeo pouted.

"I see. Marcos stood up. "Tell me when you're ready. ”

"No problem. ”

Schultz quickly retracted his head so that Marcos would not see him. He didn't know why he did it, and he listened to the brief conversation between them. He sat back on the bed, covering most of his face with a pillow, leaving only a pair of eyes quietly watching Maffeo's figure reflected in the window. "Hope you'll be lucky, Maffeo......"

At the long table sat the young guys, all busy writing on parchment the commission that the client wanted to issue. Without exception, everyone bent over and stuck their tongues out slightly. Although the work is monotonous, almost all the guys are engrossed in their work, although this is because the attitude and efficiency of the work are tied to their salary. At any time of the day, the look of boredom always stays on their faces. On a low stool in the corner sat an old man who looked like a beggar, busily sharpening his quill.

The commissioners carefully pasted the written order form on the bulletin board at the entrance of the town hall to make sure it didn't look skewed. It's their job and the main reason why they feel upset. If the person who set this rule appeared in front of them, they would definitely not hesitate to rush up and strangle him.

The girl walked through the crowd and walked to the commissioner's table with a notice from Hutton Marr Cathedral. She gracefully placed the notice in front of the commissioner, and although the guy didn't look up at her because he was busy, he just raised his hand to his left and said impatiently. "Let's go over there and register first. ”

"Hello, Mistress Golantis has asked me to hand over this notice to you. This is an order from the Order, and I hope you won't delay my time. She whispered.

The commissioner raised his head as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at the young girl in front of him with short black hair and bangs, and he quickly nodded. "I see. Of course, he knew the Order's rights, though they had been invisibly weakened more than ever. However, because the people here generally believe in Remidia, they dare not neglect the personnel of the Order and the Principality.

Warhammer and Blackburn fought their way through the crowd to the notice board. In order to rent a warehouse in Huttonmar and buy the materials necessary to complete Warhammer I from Kelly, they had to get some money. It was the only thing they had been busy with since they returned to Huttonmar, which made the two of them look a little disgraced. For reasons of unfamiliarity, the two would often receive some dirty manual work, much to Warhammer's dissatisfaction.

"Don't be mistaken this time, little Eugene. "The warhammer shoved Blackburn.

"Why don't you try it yourself?" Blackburn pulled him parallel to his own.

Warhammer kept pushing his palms, "Go, don't stand here in a daze. ”

"I'm asking you. Blackburn said dissatisfied.

"Please, somebody has to take care of the troubles, don't you? ”

A louder argument rang out around the two of them, and the Commissioner posted the notice of commission from Huttonmar Cathedral that the girl had given him on the emergency notice board, and a notice that was not much different from the other orders took up an entire board. This made Warhammer immediately think that it was a special and well-paid commission, and he pushed away the guy who stood in his way and squeezed to the front.

He lifted his hand to the board where the only commission from the Order was posted, and spoke loudly before the Bulletin Commissioner could make a statement to the people. "Hey, you, that's you!

"God......" Blackburn hurried into the path that the Warhammer had squeezed open, trying to figure out what was going on.

The bulletin commissioner was a little embarrassed and a little angry. He was distracted by his boring work, and now his statement was interrupted by an eccentric fellow, which made him feel inexplicably insulted to his dignity. He impatiently prepares to lash out at the hammer, but is stopped by the hand of the girl who is still not leaving. "Wait, please don't get angry just yet. She then turned her head and looked at the strange warhammer. "Are you sure you want to help us?"

"No one would refuse a lady's request, let alone a beautiful lady like you. Warhammer took a step forward and gave a knightly salute.

The girl smiled and waved her hand, not caring for Warhammer's rash moves. "Come with me, and I'll tell you the details of the commission. ”

"Why not?" said Warhammer.

"Well, then, please take that commission off the notice board, I think we've found someone willing to help us. The girl apologized to the bulletiner, then turned away.