I have to admit that although the goblins often appear in front of the world as a troublemaker, when the steppe elves bring the adult male goblins to the camp, they are still shocked by the poor but at least clean and tidy environment in the camp.

Marceau glanced at herself, Yang, who was looking at an iron tank, and the kitten went over and found that it was water...... There is no smell of peculiar smell, which proves that there should be no problem with the water.

"Is this water drunk? Yang turned around and ran to Kaishan's side and asked him in lingua franca.

"Yes, my father taught me that if you are clean and tidy, you will not get sick. ”

"I'm curious, your father. ”

"Dead. ”

A very simple answer, it seems that Kaishan does not want to answer this question, and Yang did not break the idea of asking the casserole to the end, and turned directly to Marceau: "It seems that this big goblin is very attracted to his father. ”

"It can be seen that if this big goblin camp erases the evidence of the big goblin's existence, and then tells others that this is the camp of the steppe elves, it is estimated that seven or eight times out of ten will believe it, and the remaining two will put their doubts on the reasoning of why the water tank is so big, and which big cat fell from the knife that chops wood. Marceau replied solemnly.

"You're poor enough, too. Poking his finger at the kitten's face, Yang smiled and returned to the ranks of the steppe elves, the horns of the team members were being called, regardless of whether someone was flirting or not.

There are nearly two hundred children in the camp of the big goblin, which is a little less than the average big goblin tribe, but considering that the adults and children in this tribe can't eat enough, where will they be in the mood to have children.

Let the female goblin take the child in front, and the surrendering male goblin followed the child and the woman, and the steppe elves were almost herding the captives with the sheep. The reason for this is that the camp of these fellows has been set on fire by the prairie elves - after all, no one wants to meet a new tenant in the camp the next time they walk this path.

Having lost the camp and only carrying enough food to go to Provence, Marceau didn't think that these goblins still had a chance to turn over in the escort planning of hundreds of steppe elves - if there was such a chance, without Marceau's complaining, the steppe elves would kill themselves first. Then the queen of the canary would hang all the town garrison captains on the road with her own hands, and the rescue would be ineffective, and the fugitive slaves would be indulged, and the goblins would be allowed to roam the precincts, and Marceau could almost imagine that the young but already a warlock of liberation would definitely make the nobles who were greedy for life and fear of death understand how the gallows worked—and learn it by personal experience.

In fact, this brain hole has no chance to be realized at all, Marceau's caravan and escort team met a canary light cavalry squad the next day, these big human men immediately set off alarm fireworks when they first saw the big goblin queue, only to find that the steppe elves of this team hurriedly used the crawler to catch up with the light cavalry who were running away, and told the truth to these canary allies.

"You guys. This is the hinterland of the kingdom, and you have a lot of courage to see such a group of goblins who can scare you like this. Because it was an alarm fireworks, the nobles and kingdom troops in the nearby towns immediately framed their own teams and rushed over, thinking that they were going to kill their opponents, but it turned out that their targets had already become the personal belongings of the steppe elves, so the members of the light cavalry squad were immediately scolded by their superiors.

"All right, Mr. Big Man. Your boys didn't do anything wrong, and the first time you found the target, you had to set off the alarm fireworks. I think that should be commendable, because if it weren't for the fireworks, we wouldn't have noticed them. "The priest was saying good things for the hussars, and the commander of the kingdom army seemed to be a cheerful man, and there were outsiders who helped the hussars to speak, so he immediately stopped scolding.

"Is the relationship between the Canary Kingdom Army and our steppe elves very good? Anne asked on the team channel.

"Oh. Anne, you must not have read the Continental Record, this is a Tang Dynasty compilation, the Queen of the Canary is the Empress of the Emperor of the Moggs Empire, and their children are now adults. That's the lucky one who is destined to rule two kingdoms. Elyuk, who was a historian, immediately replied.

…… Hey, Aleuk, you don't seem to be qualified to say that the crown prince is the lucky one.

Marceau vomited in the depths of his heart.

……

With the help of a troop of light cavalry, the merchant and the convoy arrived in Provence safe and sound, Monsieur Watsic went to the exchange, Mr. Priest led the young pilgrims to the Grand Chapel, and the postman and the others stayed in the inn prepared for them by the steppe elf caravans—and considering that Marceau was also a witness to the adventure, the priest ordered the members of the postman's squad to stay in Provence for a week anyway, waiting for the arrival of the bishop of the region.

"Okay, everyone is free today, remember to come back and sleep at night. As the captain, Yang said in front of the team members, and Roland raised his hand a little embarrassed: "Uh, An Lin and I went offline first, and there is something for us to do at the academy." ”

"Go ahead, are there any other teammates who want to go offline first? Yang asked.

"We're going offline, and we're going to have two hours until dinner, and when my father comes back today, we're all going to be there. Eleuk said.

"And uncle, an old friend in reality asked me to do a favor. Uncle Toby explained.

"It's my sister's birthday today!Zhiqiu is going offline!" this is Zhiqiu's answer.

In the blink of an eye, the men and women in the group were gone, and Marceau blinked, and saw that the rhythm seemed to be somewhat familiar, and the kitten looked at Yang and Anne.

"Very good, Anne and I are going offline, Akemi and Minen have something to ask us to help with, you have a long time. ”

"I'm going to go offline and get some sleep, I've been sleeping less lately, and my father is already complaining. The long answer made the kitten raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, Marceau, you're having fun, but don't forget, come down to the kitchen in three hours and report in time. ”

Seeing the last girls leave, Marceau, who was alone, licked the corners of her lips - a week in Provence. The only question now is whether the kittens should go to the League of Assassins as soon as possible to see if there are any Civil War-related missions, or should they go to the market to see if there is a chance to make a short-term.

After thinking about it for two minutes, the kitten took out a Mogs Wisdom Coin from his pocket and threw it into the air, the front page facing upwards for the Assassin League. On the reverse side of the Mogus battle flag is facing up, go to the market.

The gold coin flew through the air, rising, falling, and finally landed in the palm of the kitten's hand.

The front page is facing up.

"Providence so...... Ladies and gentlemen, pray that your opponents are worth more. ”

Retrieving the gold coin, Masores pulled on the hood of the red dragon's leather robe, and the kitten cub with Payne's creed in his heart strode towards the city center.

…………

The commercial city of Provence is a metropolis where all kinds of NPCs and all kinds of players meet, giving each other opportunities and causing problems for each other.

The Holy Northern Union and the Southern Unity Union are such two waves of people, as the steppe elves, the Galal people and the Tershan people in line with the idea that everyone has money to earn and everyone to share, at first they wanted to unite and cooperate with the south, but the earth players think that this can be done, Provence is a paradise for the big guys, and these little things are the best to go back to Moggs, so they felt the malice handed over by the big guys. The Terzans and the Galore immediately summoned the Rael and Cyrithians who came to their aid, and the big men on the side of these little things were not good men and women. The entire civilian and slum areas were quickly turned into battlefields, until the lord of the city had no patience and drove out of the city a warband of players who were openly using weapons in the city.

Thus, a false peace came, and for the players, the period of slashing each other with knives passed. It's time to stab each other with daggers and attack each other with gossip.

Then the righteous maniacs, thieves, and assassins find themselves in a good time to make money—the revenge missions of the Adventurers' Guild, the targeted espionage work of the players' intelligence agencies, and the assassinations of the Dark Guilds.

"It's been a good time. The kitten flipped over the gold coins in his hand as he walked into a store on the east side of Steel Avenue. From the outside, this shop looks like a nail salon, because it is early in the morning, there are no customers in the store, as soon as the kitten enters the counter, he goes directly to the counter, smiles and nods at the female prairie elf with a natural cute face behind the counter - this one has a black badge on his chest, and he looks like a very old man.

"Good morning, pointy-eared elder, I'm Marceau, I've just arrived in Provence, looking for a decent job, I don't know what I can do here. Sitting across from the steppe elf, Marceau took the book on the counter and asked questions as she looked at the manicure.

"Good morning, Furry Ears ally, Agent of Vengeance, I have known of your arrival to Madame Guò Ella, welcome to Provence, come, see what your mother-in-law has in her hands, or do you prefer to let your mother-in-law polish your nails for you. The old man smiled and handed the paper folder containing the task report sheet to Marceau.

"Ah, between doing business and having fun, of course I chose the former. Reaching out to take the clip, Marceau opened it with a smile.

The first mission - 'To be honest, we never wanted to resort to force, but the guys of Southern Solidarity are really too much of a bully, and poor Brother Mimirol went hunting in the field two days ago and was killed by the Assassin team of Southern Solidarity. ’

'This is not going to work, the blood debt must be tasted in blood, kill the assassins, and avenge the big brother Mimirol. ’

'Every Assassin's life is worth ten gold coins. ’

'Holy Northern Union, Lanlamov. ’

Marceau was stunned, the price seemed to be a little low, so the kitten continued to look down.

Lady Ella's Note: 'Interested parties will receive news of the Assassins after accepting the mission, Lanlamov is only ten years old, and given his age and financial resources, I will promise that any surrogate who completes this mission for him will receive an additional mystery reward. ’

Well, since that's the case, Marceau took the task list: "Senior, I've already chosen the mission, goodbye." ”

"May you hunt happily, surrogate. (To be continued......)