Maffeo had never seen Kazan frustrated, not frustrated to be exact, but an accident. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info As a surprise to its existence, the interior of the church is not much different from the church in most places. It's just that after a long period of unattended, this place is extremely desolate. The most complete thing it had was the podium at the end, covered in spider silk and dust.

But what made Kazan so silent was on the podium—a semicircular copper plate, perfectly proportioned, even the jewel in the middle so neatly broken. Maffeo could be sure that the complete appearance of the thing was a very old round copper plate, but he could not know the exact date.

The red gem set in the disc that had shattered in half still had a faint trace of energy, and Maffeo felt a hint of the aura that was close to Kazan, but it was only a matter of moments. Now, no matter how Maffeo called Kazan, it didn't respond, as if it was deliberately avoiding it, much to Maffeo's inexplicable pleasure.

Having been so hopeful, it eventually discovered that the disc itself had no real connection with the Apostle, but rather to itself, so it hid itself and refused to reopen a heart-to-heart conversation with Maffeo. Maffeo found that this was one of the few victories in his "confrontation" with Kazan, so he mocked the motionless Kazan in his heart, attacking him with all the vicious words he could think of.

But apparently there was no point in doing so, as the copper plate itself was more appealing than taunting Kazan, so after throwing a few insulting words, Maffeo turned his attention to the copper plate. After wiping the dust off the copper plate, Maffeo was finally able to read the characters on it. The strange characters proved beyond a doubt that it was the forgotten Old Aradd, but unfortunately he was not able to decipher it. However, it also proves that it is very old, and Maffeo is not an archaeologist, so after some speculation, he deduced that the copper plate is at least 500 years old. In fact, Maffeo didn't think his answer was useful, he just wanted to get an answer of his own, whether it was correct or not.

Maffeo searched the church for any place where it might be hidden, but found nothing, and the captains would never have imagined that in this place of faith, which they regarded as useless, there was an old copper plate, though only half of it, but they could have shown their shamelessness and treachery to fetch it a good price in the auction house. Sadly, Maffeo has already acquired it, and the church has become a truly useless place at the same time, unless it ushers in the moment of the return of the clergy.

Maffeo swore he didn't want to go down the hill again through the road that almost broke his leg, but there was no other way to go unless he could grow wings, like an eagle. So he stepped onto the only stone path, and then he heard the familiar voice, and he froze for half a second, and he confirmed that it was coming from the sea to the north. He didn't think it was coming at him, until he heard the sound of the air crushing.

The cannonball from the mortar slammed into the arc of the church, and then the air wave reached Maffeo, who before he could react when he was hit by the air wave into the bushes on the side, he had never seen such a powerful cannonball. As he scrambled back to the stone path from the bushes, the church that once existed in front of him had been reduced to rubble by the explosion of the shells. It was already not strong, and with the bombardment of specially made shells, it never had a chance to regain its former glory.

Almost at the same time as the explosion, Kohler, who was in the vineyard, jumped out of his chair like a spring, and his movements alarmed Walter, who was dozing off his stomach, and he roared to express his displeasure. Also making the move was Fit, who would never have known what such an explosion meant. Passers-by all around looked at the cliff church on the highest point on the island, but they could no longer see the building that once stood there.

"It was warning shelling, they were coming. Khloe simply dropped a word, then grabbed his weapon and began to assemble the hired mercenaries, Fett following closely behind him.

Maffeo looked at the ruins in disbelief, the statue of Santa Remidia was in pieces, but its head still stood tall as if to indict such a brutal act. Maffeo seemed to remember something, so he hurriedly pulled out the monoculars on his waist and looked out into the sea to the north, where two mast-mounted galleons appeared.

Captain Damon must be a man who likes to flaunt himself, and like many captains, he likes to show off his power and majesty. So he wouldn't disguise his ships in any way, and the almost aggressive black flag with the devil's motif fluttering in the wind on the mast, Maffeo didn't know how the Imperial Navy could tolerate such a guy running rampant in the seas.

They didn't choose the port to land, but went straight to the deserted northern beaches, and it seemed that they wanted to give a big gift to the people in the vineyards, maybe that's their style. Maffeo was not sure if one of the two ships was Captain Damon's flagship, as he had never seen his flagship, the Devil.

Ffeo threw down the ruined church of Santa Remidia, completely left it behind, and ran frantically down the hill. But apparently he did so stupidly, and on the steep slope he stumbled and slipped, and then headed for the pan like many chefs make chicken cheese dumplings. "Damn!" he exclaimed, and then tried to stop himself by grabbing the grass, but apparently that was impossible, so the branches and grass that he had torn off with too much force became ornaments and accompanied him into the oil pot.

It wasn't until the gentle surface that Maffeo's body stopped, and he cursed the damned steep slope, the damn cannonball, the damned Captain Damon, and wrapped himself in bandages around the scratched flesh all the way down. After a brief treatment, he angrily drew the greatsword behind him, and Kazan deservedly ushered in another uproar after ten minutes of silence. The host's anger is the source of its power, and it loves anger.