The area is uninhabited and full of undeveloped wasteland. But the messy footprints www.biquge.info the bags of food and swords scattered on the ground, the bloodstains, and the vials of medicine indicate that there was a battle here, and that Maffeo was sure that the captains were fighting each other for something about the apostles. They're so stupid to go out of their way for something that maybe doesn't even exist.

Walter let out a few uneasy screams, and roared wildly at the dense forest ahead, moving back and forth uncontrollably. "Relaxed, relaxed, Walter. Maffeo crouched down and touched Walter's head repeatedly, trying to quiet it. "What's in there?" he muttered to himself, looking out at the airtight woods ahead.

Although the brutal search and arrest team left behind unknown information, Maffeo tried to explore the uninhabited parts of the island and might find something. Fortunately, now he has also become the person who was stupid in his mouth not long ago, but he is not for the so-called "treasure", but for the answer.

Considering that Adrian was preparing to deceive Captain Damon, Maffeo decided to figure out the topography of the island while exploring, which would be helpful in the battle that might be on the horizon. Although Kohler agreed to stay and help Maffeo, this time against Captain Damon's entire fleet, and even if their main force was successfully attracted by Adrian, Maffeo didn't think they would just send a few silly boys to land on the island.

Regarding Ludwig, Maffeo was more just pity. He was a good helmsman, but he was on the wrong boat. Captain Jaeger and his crew were obviously not very kind to him, and this unfriendliness was not just a simple vent, but more of an abusive mentality. Maffeo thought that Ludwig might have been pulled onto the ship by Captain Jaeger in an unreasonable manner.

Maffeo didn't want to waste too much time, he had to explore the area before dusk so he could return to the vineyard to help Adrian prepare the ship's guns. So, after pacifying Walter, he drew his great sword and walked into the woods. It was silent, so silent that it was like no one had ever been there, and the clutter left on the ground was nothing more than something that had existed here for thousands of years. While they can prove that people have ever been there, the woods themselves reject the presence of all living things.

He had believed from the beginning that it had been a lie of the violent search and arrest group, that their heads might have been burned out, and that they had become fanatical, suffocating, as long as they had anything to do with the apostles. Maffeo didn't even know what the purpose of the Order's existence was, and they might not have been Aradians at all, because no Arad would try to understand the Apostles at all costs.

Maffeo had to admit that he had let his guard down by thinking about these things, so much so that Volter's sudden roar caught Maffeo off guard, and he would normally sense the danger of approaching by his fighting instinct at this time, but now, he allowed the cold sword to rest on his neck. "Maffeo Frye. The voice was cold, but it relieved Maffeo.

"What the hell are you doing, Fett?" said Maffeo, a little helplessly.

The blade around his neck was removed, and the graceful figure bypassed Walter, who was still screaming unfriendly, to Maffeo. She pulled down her hood, revealing a face that was no longer cold. "Why are you here?"

"Ma'am, that's a question I should ask. Maffeo spread his hands.

Fett sighed softly and tucked the knife into his scabbard. "You should be in Osente, not here. ”

"What do you mean by should? A journey is about going to different places. ”

"Yes, you're right. So, I guess you must be wondering why I'm here. Fett was talking to Maffeo, but her attention was clearly not on Maffeo, and she kept her eyes on Walter.

"Of course, I can understand why you put the knife on my neck. Maffeo grimaced.

"Interesting, why?"

"Because I didn't say hello to you when I left, you, Freya, Carl, Camilli, and Eugene, all of them. At this point I'm sure Marcos is an unlucky guy because it's hard to send a hell of a guy like me away. Maffeo said self-deprecatingly.

Fett stared at Maffeo with the eyes of a child, "No one hates you, your self-deprecation doesn't mean anything. ”

"Please, spare me. Maffeo threw in the towel. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, it's hard for me to imagine what my life would be like without you, really. I...... I'm so grateful to know you. ”

"Look, it's not that hard to be honest. Fett smiled faintly.

"God, it looks like you've been so heavily influenced by that Marcos guy, that's bad. Maffeo pretended to look up to the sky and sighed.

With an angry expression, Fett put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and Maffeo hurriedly waved his hand when he saw this: "Hey, hey, I was wrong!" Fett's movements didn't continue, but her cheeks flushed with an imperceptible blush.

"So, why are you here?" said Maffeo finally pulled the question back on track.

"Someone said there was a bunch of guys here who preached about the apostles, and I just came here to investigate. Fett pulled his gaze to the side, staring at the broken sword on the ground not far away.

"The Violent Raiders, they say there's something about the Apostles. The stupid captains still think it's treasure, what the hell. Listen, I'm sure the bunch just had their heads burned, there's nothing about the apostles here at all. Come to think of it, the only apostle that has ever appeared so far is the madman Shylock. And it was destroyed by the Four Sword Saints and Luxi in the Cave of Sorrow 11 years ago. Luckily, I'm just like Luxie, so when the apostles reappear, I might repeat the same mistakes. Maffeo stopped pretending this time, he seemed to accept his fate.

"Are you here for this too?" Fett didn't bother with Maffeo's exclamation at himself.

"I? no, no, no, actually, I made some friends. They had a ship of their own, and through them I became interested in sailing. It's strange to know that on the voyage to Ruawa, I was so bored with the sea. Maffeo laughed.

"I'm sure Marcos will be happy when he hears it, and he's worried about whether you'll be kidnapped by the bad guys. ”

"Yes, please tell Marcos when you go back, thank you for his concern. Maffeo raised his hand and mocked.

"Are you going to stay here for a while?" asked Fett.

Maffeo paused when he heard this, not knowing how to answer the question. However, Walter answered for Fett in his place, and he yelled at Fett, who remained wary, but Fett threw Walter at Walter with a tenderness that Maffeo had never seen in her eyes. "Fett?"

Fett came back to his senses and noticed his gaffe, so he hurriedly concealed the feelings he had just revealed. But Maffeo would not be successfully deceived by anyone other than Marcos, and he immediately said, "Do you like this little guy too?"

"Well...... Fitt blushed his cheeks and said in a low voice. "I do love animal ......"

"It's so much easier. Maffeo crouched down, stroked Walter's fur, and pointed at Fett. "Now, Walter, don't scream, okay? That's my friend, her name is Fett, and I want you to get along with her, and I'm sure you'll be able to get along with her. He looked at Fett again. "I don't mind, you can come and pet this child, rest assured, it won't bite. ”

Fett slowly stepped forward to Walter's face, and then crouched down, she hesitated a little, but Walt's innocent eyes shimmered with light dispelled Fett's hesitation. So she reached out and touched Walter's head, "Hello, Walter." Walter did not respond to Fitt with a shout, and with Maffeo's reassurance, it had gradually accepted the strange girl. It was quiet by nature and not irritable, so it stuck out its tongue and licked Fett's hand, which represented another friendly way of doing so.