Maffeo followed Margarita into the forest, where the traces of logging remained, something that could never be erased. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info That may be a scar on the forest, as many have experienced. The gods are above, whether they are loyal believers or cursed people, they are living a life that is not destined to usher in true tranquility under the gaze of the gods.

Margarita stopped, but didn't turn around. Her right hand gripped the hilt of the dagger at her waist, and the dark aura that wrapped around her body spread to the leaves, killing them. It's a curse, and it's a vicious curse. But for some guys, it's faith.

"You...... Uh, what's the matter?" asked Maffeo cautiously.

"You're from Wille. Her tone was as lifeless as her eyes, but it was her words that surprised Maffeo. Anyway, he didn't know how the other party had learned that he was from Viller, and he didn't remember any conversation with the woman.

"Who are you?" said Maffeo, vigilantly, moving his hand towards the hilt of the greatsword behind him.

"I'm not hostile, I just want to confirm something with you. Margarita turned and looked at Maffeo with her dark brown pupils.

Maffeo didn't mean to take his hand off the hilt of his sword, the other party didn't look like a good person, but she really didn't have any hostile intentions. Because just now, if she wanted to, she could have attacked without warning, and Maffeo believed that the thick dark aura in her body came from some kind of power, something she didn't know about. He could feel the power of that power, but he could also feel the despair and curse that permeated it.

"How do you know I'm from Viller?" said Maffeo, acknowledging the facts, and asked Margarita questions.

Margarita gestured to Maffeo's half-shoulder cape, "First of all, I can sense the Ghost of Destruction that resides within you. Secondly, the wolf stripes on your cloak prove that you were taught by Wolfe. ”

Maffeo finally took his hand off the hilt of his sword, and he was surprised that the other party knew Wolfe. Because of this, his vigilance gradually faded. Wolfe's teachings were important to him, and although he hated his identity as a ghost swordsman and had a headache with those incomprehensible creeds, he didn't have any dislike for Wolf, but there was a trace of affection.

"You've been to Wille?"

"I was there two years ago, when the Gran Forest anomaly began. Wolf is an unfathomable fellow, though he's a bit sluggish. ”

"He's old, but he's not there yet. Maffeo immediately denied it.

"I hope you'll be able to say that when you see him again. Margarita spread her hands.

Maffeo folded his arms in his hands, no longer dwelling on the matter of Villele and Wolff. "You said you wanted to confirm something with me, about what?"

"Have you ever heard the name Belou Ri Grantz from Rose?" said Margarita's tone, which turned cold.

"No, who is he?" Maffeo shook his head.

"So did he mention 'the ring'?" Margarita continued.

Maffeo was confused, he didn't know what Margarita was talking about. "Listen, I'm only working with Ross to complete the commission. I wasn't interested in talking to him, and I didn't know what the damn Grants and the hell ring were. I just want to get the wood I need as soon as possible. He simply explained why he was here.

"Thank you, may Osiris bless you. Margarita folded her hands and bowed her head slightly, looking like a devout believer at this moment. Maffeo didn't believe in any gods, but he had never heard of Osiris, and he even thought that this guy didn't exist at all. But he can't deny that the world is big, and there are still many things he hasn't heard or seen.

"Anyway, aren't you in the same group as those guys?" asked Maffeo rhetorically.

Margarita, who was about to leave, looked back, "No, I just wanted to find what I was looking for." Watch out for Rose, here's my advice to you. She walked away quickly, with a thick aura of darkness that she never seemed to hide.

"Yes, I will. Maffeo said to himself, although he didn't understand what Margarita meant, but this was the only thing that Maffeo thought was correct, and he was really wary of Rose.

Time is always flying, and the expectation that midnight will never come is just a person's ridiculous expectation, and the ridiculous expectation will eventually be crushed to pieces by the coming night. Maffeo stood on the rooftops of the inner city, looking at the flickering lights of the bank not far away. The bonfires lit on the towers seem to be like a signal in themselves, and they shine in the shadow of the big bell, as if everything is in the service of it.

When it was time for the archers to patrol the rooftops, Maffeo quickly descended from the roof to the ground, not wanting to be shot as a hedgehog. Margarita was already waiting for Maffeo in the dark corner across the bank street, she was calm and hiding the dark aura. Maffeo came to her side, trying to keep his distance from her.

At a point on a roof where an archer was negligent and in the blind spot of other archers, his neck was silently slashed. The sharp dagger in Rose's hand flashed a cold light in the night, and Bowen sprang up from the side and dragged the archer's body away. He would change into his clothes and take his place, and the madness would begin. After Bowen changed his clothes and returned to his former position as an archer, Rose gave a signal to Klein.

Klein appeared without warning, to be precise, he had come out of the grass on the other side of the bank tower. He held a rope in his hand and waited for Rose's next command. Maffeo and Margarita are still hidden in the dark corners across the bank street, and in fact the former has always thought that Rose's approach is too procrastinating. There were many points on the tower that could be climbed, and he didn't think Klein would move faster than he did. And whether it's rope or direct climbing, it doesn't make any difference as long as it's found.

Margarita didn't seem to want to use Rose's method, so she disappeared into the darkness and walked towards the bank tower. Maffeo wasn't going to follow her, he was about to climb up from the other side. Only one archer could see him on that side, and Bowen was only a roof away from the archer, so at least Bowen Maffeo had a glimmer of hope for him. He's not a nasty bastard like Rose.

Ross was dissatisfied, and he made several gestures to where the two were hiding, but did not respond to any response. So he rightfully knew that the two were no longer in that position, so he stiffened his head and waved his hand at Klein. The patrolling guards had just moved to the other side of the tower, and now was the best time. When Klein succeeded in attaching the rope to the protruding wood from the top of the tower, almost at the same time, Maffeo on the other side jumped up and grabbed the wooden frame on the tower.

The guards patrolling under Maffeo didn't notice him, only because Maffeo's feet were separated from the ground by a shaded area made of wooden frames, and Maffeo didn't make any sound, so they slowly continued to walk forward as usual, looking straight ahead.

God forbid, the archer who could see Maffeo may have been obstructed by the absence of moonlight and had not noticed the figure moving upwards. There was no reaction until Maffeo gently pushed open the window and jumped into the tower, when he looked this way.

As expected, Maffeo and Klein reached the inside of the tower first, but to Maffeo's surprise, Margarita was already waiting for everyone inside, and he didn't know how the other party had arrived first, which must have sounded ridiculous. The dimly lit attic was filled with piles of heavy papers, dust and cobwebs were the masters of the place, and perhaps the guy in charge of cleaning the tower was lazy, and it was as filthy as a long-abandoned house.

Ross and Klein didn't reach the tower until two minutes later, and despite Rose's displeasured expression, he couldn't have a seizure in this place. And Klein, he looks lazy and doesn't care about anything.

Based on Bowen's previous investigations, at least Maffeo was sure that the license they were getting back wasn't in the damn attic. Since Rose didn't have any intention of staying here, he didn't have the slightest interest in the papers piled up here. He gently stepped up the spiral wooden staircase to the lower level, and walked cautiously down with one hand against the cold wall. Klein followed, and Margarita had no intention of leaving, so Maffeo did the third. It was only when Maffeo was about to disappear from her vision that she took the first step forward.

There were no candles on the upper floors of the tower, which meant that Maffeo had to hold on to the walls at all times so that he wouldn't roll down and get bruised and swollen. It is impossible to light candles, and oil lamps are even more delusional, which is simply suicidal. According to Rose's previous description, there will be a team of guards guarding the tower. Maffeo didn't know if they were patrolling back and forth between the upper and lower floors or staying where they were playing cards, but he hoped that the other party had better not appear in front of him.

From the very beginning of the operation, Rose did not say that bloodshed would be avoided, which was what Maffeo feared most. And he didn't hesitate to say that he wanted to kill the guards guarding inside, if he didn't hatch any conspiracy, then he was really crazy. Maffeo thought that he should see a doctor, and maybe the veterinarian at Huttonmar would be able to give him a perfect treatment.

"On the lower floor, two guards. Rose's voice crushed into his throat rang in Maffeo's ears. "Kill them. ”

"It's not a smart move, and bloodshed will eventually lead to riots. And if they find out that the license is lost, the finger will be pointed at you. Maffeo shook his head, trying to dissuade Rose.

Fortunately, Rose ignored Maffeo directly, and said to the darkness behind Maffeo: "Miss Margarita, you can solve it." ”

Margarita passed by Maffeo, and Klein cooperated to get out of the way, though the stairwell was so narrow that he almost stuck to the wall. Margarita never drew her weapon, and Maffeo only felt a strong dark aura spread, and after a few seconds, Margarita's voice came: "It's done." ”

They didn't even have corpses left, and the weapons that belonged to them fell on the carpet with a dull sound. There was no ripple on Margarita's face, it was just a sacrifice to her, and the two poor fellows were just sacrifices to Osiris. "See, it's going to be easy. Rose raised his hand at Maffeo.

"Yes, it's easy......"