Anna didn't understand Marcos very much, very much. She couldn't imagine that Marcos had returned to camp alone and left Fett there, which was completely different from what she had in mind, and the orbit had even deviated from most of the Arad continent. She wanted to scold Marcos, but she held back. In any case, she could not understand what Marcos was doing.

Carl, who saw the clue, didn't speak, just smiled lightly, took out the last cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. He knew that Marcos would never leave Fett in the Dark Elf Graveyard for nothing, and he knew that if he wanted to play some tricks, no one would realize how that idea would play out. This is him, a cunning but trusting bastard.

Camilia calmed Anna's emotions and then said to Marcos, who had returned to the tent. "You really left Fett there alone?"

"Someone has to protect the team. Marcos sat down, unscrewed the lid of the kettle, and poured water down his throat.

"But you're back! what the hell are you thinking!" said Anna excitedly, Marcos's behavior seemed intolerable to her.

"Calm down, Anna. Camilly reassured.

"I want to calm down, Camilli, too, but look at him, he doesn't care!" Anna raised her hand and swung it vigorously at Marcos, her every move expressing her indignation.

Marcos didn't care about Anna's glare, nor did he care about her harsh words. "Alright, Anna, I promise you'll see a complete Fett. ”

"It's better to be true, or I'll cut off your head with my own hands!"

"I don't know when you got on such good terms with Fett?" Marcos always made a quick jump to another focus.

Anna waved her hand angrily, "I can talk to her." ”

"Rest assured, I assure you once again that your good sister will come back unscathed. Anyway, why don't you try to take my word for it until you actually cut me down?" laughed Marcos.

"Only this once, Marcos. ”

"One time is enough. Marcos said confidently.

Heavy rain, rarely on the Afaria Mountains, made the already dark Afaria Mountains unreachable. Whether it was the busy guys in the camp or the guys wandering around, they couldn't wait to get back into their houses or tents, and the rain came without warning, and it seemed to indicate something.

Marcos lifted the curtain to reveal a gap and watched outside. The sound of rain seemed to hit his heart, and in such weather, Fitt would have to go through almost all the dirt roads to return. The roads of the Afaria Mountains are not easy to walk, and the ghost road where goats break their legs has caused countless accidents, and everything here is terrible.

A crash rang out on the other side of the camp, followed by indistinct shouting. But when Gal's roar rang out, the muffled voices immediately stopped. Marcos stuck his head out of the tent, glanced over the side, and then retracted his head before the rain soaked his hair completely. It was another accident that happened because of carelessness, and when the rain poured down, everyone's mood began to deteriorate.

The camp had become quiet, quiet and even a little eerie, thanks to the sudden downpour. A flash of lightning swept across the distant sky, followed by an even more violent downpour, endless rain and more frequent lightning that made the mountains of Afaria look apocalyptic. This is the gloomy Afaria Mountains of the adventurer Caracas, and there are many dangers hidden in the mountains, the most dangerous of which are intelligent creatures.

The sound of boots stepping on the rain came from outside the tent, and the footsteps were all familiar to everyone, the sound of the black leather boots that Fett was pedaling on. The footsteps were rushed, and it was clear that no one was going to walk in the heavy rain in this situation. Soon, Fit, like a chicken in soup, got into the tent in embarrassment. When Marcos saw her clearly, he couldn't help but laugh.

This guy's attitude made Anna feel unhappy, although now that Fett had returned safely, she was no longer as angry as she used to be. Fett's wet hair stuck to her forehead, and there was not a single corner of her body that wasn't wet from the rain. But in Marcos's eyes, the black clothes that were stuck to her body because she was wet from the rain made her look indescribably sexy. "How long are you going to stare at me?" said Fett, impatiently.

Marcos hurriedly withdrew his almost obsessive gaze, "I think you should need a fireplace, but alas, there is no fireplace here, just a few boring guys making coffee." He picked up a steaming cup of coffee and handed it to Fett. "Would you like some?"

"It's the best quote I've ever heard since it started raining. Fett eagerly took the coffee cup and held it in his hand.

Anna stood up and took out a clean black dress from the ladies' suitcase and walked over to Fett. "You and Karl had better go back to your own tents. She drove the two of them.

"Feel free to call us if needed, we are happy to accommodate the ladies. Marcos joked and got out of the tent with Carl.

The members of the team braved the heavy rain to deliver the bones to the house that had been vacated for storage, and after doing their final work, they walked in the rain to their nest with relief. After doing such horrific work, the ordinary rain could no longer irritate them, so some of them even forgot to hide from the rain.

Marcos, who had seen this in his tent, couldn't help but laugh, and he turned back to Carl and said triumphantly. 'It didn't seem like they had any surprises, so it was a good start. ”

"So, are you seeing this as a game again?" Karl asked with a smile.

"yes, it's much easier to think of all the hard and cruel things as a game, it's better than to be scared all the time. Marcos sat down across from Carl and raised his coffee glass to the other and touched it twice, just as they normally drank. "You still owe me a bottle of agave. ”

"It doesn't matter, I always owe you a bottle of wine anyway. Carl spread his hands helplessly, apparently acquiescing to Marcos's scoundrel.

"That's right, my friend. Marcos happily reached out and patted Karl on the shoulder, he was happy for his shameless self.

The rain continued until midnight, and the entire camp was almost asleep except for Carl. Holding an empty cigarette case, he stood at the edge of the camp and watched the moon emerge from the clouds. It's also a rare occurrence in the Afalia Mountains, where the moonlight is not frequented, just like the sun that always hides behind dark clouds during the day. And the rare weather that happened here in the space of half a day seemed to remind Carl that it was time for a change, or rather a choice.