Maffeo couldn't help but find an interesting thing when he looked through the parchments, that is, although they were all written by Herder, the handwriting on each one was a little different, and although he couldn't understand the meaning of what was written on them, the changes in the handwriting could still be seen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mirna, it's nice that this guy knows how to change different handwriting. ”

Mirna was a little smug: "Of course, it's actually very smart. She touched Hedel's head, who was clearly glad that Milna had done so.

"Alright, it's time for you to go back, see you next time!" Mirna patted Hurd's head lightly.

It nodded violently, a gesture that amused the two of them, who for the first time thought the goblin creature was a little cute. Mirna chipped out a short incantation, and Hurd's body gradually became transparent, not moving as much as it had been summoned to, and its body finally turned into a puff of tiny particles of magic and disappeared in place.

"It's easy to go back. Maffeo looked at where Hedr had disappeared.

Milna drank the last bit of coffee from her cup, and then prepared to leave the room: "That's right, if you have something, you can come back to me." ”

"If it doesn't cause you trouble, I think I'd be happy to ask you for help. Maffeo had a joking tone.

Mirna shot back mercilessly, also jokingly: "I will ceremoniously refuse you." ”

After the door was closed, Marcos, who was lying on the bed, laughed: "Well done, you can go to the stage play." ”

Maffeo sat down, "Really? Are you kidding?"

"Yes, I also know that there is a very good opera house, maybe you can get the role of a clown. Marcos laughed with a stomachache.

"you, Marcos!"

In order to cater to Sherlock's time as a profiteer, Maffeo also got up early the next day, except that Marcos got up with him. He thought he should go out to get some air, and it was not known if Uma would return to the West Coast today, and this kind of slightly lazy day was a bit sad for him. In that case, it's better to explore the harbor town before exploring Sky City, after all, Marcos is here for the first time.

Carl didn't get up until noon every day, but for a reason, every night he stood alone in the harbor looking up at the miraculous sky city, and it was not known whether the top of the tower would lead to his hometown, but Marcos knew that the hope in his heart had not disappeared.

Freya was doing the same thing, except that she was looking out at the city in the sky from the balcony of the hotel, and Maffeo could see endless sadness in her eyes every time, and she would be like this, and Maffeo knew what it was for.

After Camilli arrived on the West Coast, she always traveled around the town under the guidance of Milna, and the relationship between the two of them grew better and better. In fact, the invisible friendship has been forged in the Gran Forest for more than a year.

In any case, everyone in the Eagle Guild had their own ideas and things they wanted to do, and with this in mind, the two stepped out of the door of the hotel. At the same time, a bold idea was born in Maffeo's mind.

The two wandered aimlessly through the street for a while, and finally decided to find a place to have breakfast.

"Where are you going today?" asked Maffeo.

Marcos buttered the toast, "I'm honestly a little bored, but I want to make a good trip to this town." With that, he shoved the buttered bread into his mouth.

"Isn't that a good idea?" said Maffeo, carefully placing the cold sausage on top of a slice of toast, which he was trying to straighten out. "You're a lot luckier than I am, and I think it's going to take me a lot of work to get that done. ”

"There is always a beginning and an end. Marcos handed Maffeo a slice of buttered toast so he could make a sandwich. "Then again, I care more about Aiden's letter, and I wonder if the girl named Daphne gave it to Roger. ”

"You want me... Way... Shall we take a look?" said Maffeo, slurring as he ate.

Marcos waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll go, you can solve your matter with peace of mind." ”

Maffeo took a sip of the water and hammered his chest, apparently choking on too quickly. Marcos looked at him a little helplessly: "You've been like this since snacks, I really don't know what will happen to you if you meet a high-end banquet." ”

"Do you think... What kind of place can we go to with this status?" Maffeo's face was choked up. "It's ridiculous. ”

"I thought you figured something out, but it doesn't seem like that's the case. ”

"Everything takes time, doesn't it?" replied Maffeo with some nonchalant.

Marcos nodded, "Yes, that's you, the imp named Maffeo Fry. ”

Maffeo shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Am I still a little ghost in your eyes?"

"That's all I can do. Marcos didn't answer Maffeo's question directly, but he understood what he was trying to say. The little ghost is not the real idea in his heart, and his own growth Marcos still approves, but no one can say what the future will be.

"Alright, are you done eating?" said Marcos, gulping down the water from his glass.

Maffeo threw the last piece of cold sausage into his mouth: "We can go." ”

The two parted at the gates of the Academy of Magic, with Marcos going on his expedition while Maffeo went to the profiteer. The path is up to you, and the answer to a question can only be answered by yourself.

The harbor was still as lively as ever, the huge Sage's Horn was still quietly moored in a corner of the harbor, and Maffeo looked at the huge sailing ship, wondering why the figures of the two zongzi appeared in his mind. "I don't know what happened to those two poor creatures...... muttered Maffeo.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Fry, are you here to give me the letter of apology today?" Sherlock's voice rang out.

Maffeo walked up to Sherlock, pulled out a small stack of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock. The latter eagerly opened the parchment and browsed it, and from the first glance it had put a disgusting smile on Maffeo's face, which was true for Maffeo, who smiled too proudly. Its profiteer temperament vanished at this moment, and it laughed: "Hahaha, you fucking bastards always bully me, this is good......, right?

Maffeo just stood there and stared at Sherlock with disdain, if he could, maybe the so-called opera house that Marcos knew would be happy to take the goblin in and play the funny clown.

"I'm in a much better mood, thank you, Mr. Fry!" Sherlock struck the ground with his cane, and for it, the anger was completely vented.

"That's... Hills' dress?" said Maffeo, praying that it wouldn't forget about it because it was too excited.

"Rest assured, as a businessman, credibility is fundamental to my existence. With that, it pulled out a transparent box from the box it was travelling with.

It handed the transparent box to Maffeo: "Take it, it will be nice to be able to help me with this, I don't think it will be good to collect any more money." ”

Maffeo was finally a little happy, and he took the transparent box and looked at it, an orange pleated skirt lying quietly in the box. Sherlock didn't forget to add: "Don't worry, this is definitely the dress that Hills designed, and I am a businessman with integrity." ”

"Thank you. ”

Sherlock waved his hand, "It's time for me to talk about business, I wish you all the best on your adventure." After saying that, it entered the shop without looking back.

Maffeo looked at the dress a little helplessly, forgiving himself for not knowing how to appreciate it, he didn't know how this kind of dress that looked exactly like Freya's wearing could have anything to do with the work of art, except for the different colors and lace trims, it was no different from Freya's dress, which was true in Maffeo's eyes. But after all, Maffeo set off to find Lorien.