Compared to the 6 places, the sea voyage has always been boring, especially for the cat cub who can kill himself with curiosity alone, Marceau was able to sit patiently on the side of the ship, completely because of the fishing rod in his hand and the training of his childhood. ～

For Marceau, waiting for the pirates who have been waiting for a long time to deliver money and equipment is far less enjoyable than fishing, knowing that the latter can bring him delicious food, while the former ...... Considering the pirate ship towed behind him and the two large four-masted warships of the Ashbi Navy that rushed to escort the escort after hearing the news, not many of them dared to run over and cause trouble for each other.

Another fish took the bait, and Marceau skillfully pulled it out of the water and then took it off and threw it into the bucket behind him, smiling at the little thing on the side of the bucket while collecting the fishing line, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

"Hmm!" the little silver guy with the ponytail nodded vigorously, while the pair of cat pupils stared at the fish in the bucket.

This is a steppe elf warrior monk that Marceau met during his travels, I heard him introduce himself as Ye Ming Zhiqiu, nicknamed 'Xiaomi' in the game, he has a thin cat human blood, has a pair of cat ears, but no tail - this is normal, in reality the genes of Rittle good people are usually more likely to be dominant in offspring, but Xiaomi's love for fish is the same as that of a real kitten man.

"Zhiqiu, go get a brazier, let's grill fish and eat it. Throwing the rod back into the space bag, Marceau pulled out his dagger and began to cut the fish, giving the little guy a command.

"Yes, Brother Marceau!"

The love of fish made the tailless kitten immediately run into the lower deck, and after a while the little one came running with a large brazier, and when he put the brazier down, he took out a bag of charcoal and wood mixture, poured it into the brazier, and lit them with flint.

When Marceau handed a grilled fish to Millet, the little guy immediately took the food with shaking ears, first thanking the kitten for the food, and then began to devour the fish in large gulps.

Looking at this little guy who barely had anything to eat, Marceau sighed a little...... Marvel at the changes that time has made for a person.

Five years later, the little warrior monk in front of Marceau, who is still a child, has grown into a living legend, the warrior monk Ye Zhiqiu is the seat of the Qi Sect branch, the captain of the warrior monk guard of the Anta Lawrence Legion, he has a deep friendship with Anta Lawrence, and the cloud-piercing leg that always comes first and often comes first to ignore any armor and protective spells, is a nightmare for any evil camp law system and plate armor profession.

After the death of Anta Lawrence, the little one, who was still a child in terms of biological age, vowed revenge on the entire noble class of the Big 6, prayed to the god of revenge, and switched to the New Eden camp to become a blind warrior monk...... The child who used to have a smile on his face ended up being a terrifying monster that fought entirely on his senses.

It can be said that the death of Anta Lawrence has changed the trajectory of too many people's lives, and it is also a historical node that Marceau wants to change the most in addition to his own destiny five years later. If Anta hadn't died, her legions wouldn't have been torn apart, her friends who had fought side by side wouldn't have slashed at each other in the future, and the blood of many innocents wouldn't have flowed unchecked.

Therefore, Marceau has sworn that the ending of that night must be changed, so that the innocent will survive, the evil will deserve it, and Anta Lawrence will be blessed on the wedding night...... It will not become a double grave of love and friendship.

"There's one more here, for you. ”

"Thank you, the grilled fish made by Brother Marceau tastes so good. ”

It wasn't until Ye Zhiqiu finished chewing the last piece of fish meat and threw the fish bones out of the side of the boat that Marceau spoke: "Zhiqiu, when you arrive at Moen, are you interested in going on an adventure with me?" ”

The little guy shook his head, "Zhiqiu is going to continue north, to Mogus to visit the Arcane Tower." ”

The Arcane Tower is the only one of the four towers that remains, and is now controlled by the Arcane Brotherhood, and these good guys will not refuse to allow a neutral half-cat monk to visit the part of their headquarters on the surface.

In this case, Marceau also put away his mind about recruitment, and the kitten who turned around happened to see the lighthouse at the end of the headland in the distance, the appearance of this lighthouse was carved into a hand holding a torch, it is now daytime, naturally there will be no lights, but this lighthouse is famous, it is the first open era of players and NPCs for the battle of Morn Sword Beach and specially built on the sword beach 'memorial monument', the players spent a lot of imagination to build it, and finally the style of holding the torch was finalized.

Now, hundreds of years later, Morn has become a canary southern coastal town, whether it is a merchant ship going north or south, will choose to supply here, and those foreign fleets from the south Changtang have brought exotic and precious goods to the city.

Returning to the room to pack his luggage, Marceau walked to the gangway, having already informed Yang and Anne's cat cub with a carrier pigeon to say goodbye to Zhiqiu sitting on the side of the boat, and as soon as one foot stepped on the gangway, Marceau saw Yang smiling at him on the dock.

The girl, who had a long honey-colored hair, was dressed in a leather robe, with a blunt-tipped hammer hanging from her waist, and a small bag at her waist stood there calmly waving to the kitten, but this beautiful and lovely little girl did not attract the kitten's attention for even a second, because one of his cat eyes had noticed three ominous figures in the street leading to the city.

The first group is a trio wearing hooded robes, but their hands and feet are wrapped in iron armor, their faces are hidden by pulled up hoods, and the cross pendants hanging from the short yellow shawls flutter with the sea breeze, they are dressed like anonymous acolytes, but what the cat cubs see in their cross pendants is killing and evil - only the guy who hates the god Anonymous will hang the cross pendant upside down, this kind of cult is all over the Big 6, except for the steppe elf kingdom, The Dwarven Kingdom and the Morges Empire are produced outside of the Empire, of course, the three human kingdoms in the central and southern parts of the country produce more, they are the servants of chaos and evil, these guys can even curse the gods of any good camp loudly, and now they appear in this place, thinking that it is not just to face the sea and bloom.

The second group is a black-robed man, who also covers his face with a robe hood, and his hands are shaking, other players may only think of this guy as a Parkinson's patient, but Marceau has already recognized that this guy is silently spelling through his five years of gaming experience- Silent casting, two-handed casting, mobile casting, judging from the steady dìng footsteps of the next disc movement, this is still a battle mage or an arcane assassin, a monster with at least forty levels of foundation, this is to find which unlucky fun cat cub doesn't want to know, the cat cub just hopes that he is not the unlucky one, although the opponent has no realm liberation, but the vast majority of those who play knives do not have the power of magic, this is what all players have to admit, Marceau feels that his luck is not strong enough to let himself meet the best of the ten thousand。

So looking around, Marceau felt that he was bent on running away, this mage had no way to take the kitten cub for a while, as long as he left the port area and entered the city, Marceau had more chances to escape this guy's pursuit - not to mention that this guy didn't necessarily come for himself.

The third group did not appear, but a moving irregular shadow in the mottled shade of the big tree not far away told sù a cat spirit like Marceau, a guy who was proficient in stealth but not very intelligent was under the tree, Marceau didn't know what this guy's goal was, but as a kitten, the sixth sense of the cat cub told Marceau, this guy under the shade of the tree was only afraid of being more troublesome than the two groups above - a sneaking opponent will always be more difficult to deal with than an opponent walking in the sun, even if the former dies at the light.

At this moment, a paladin stepped forward from behind and patted Marceau's head, "Thanks, kitten, we owe you a favor from the Hand of Judgment. The poet, who had been wearing a linen shirt and now a refined leather armor, followed him, "Yes, I owe you a life in this world, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely pay it back." ”

Marceau smiled, not laughing at the poet's indiscretion, but feeling that the players of these hands of judgment ...... I really like cosplaying. But at this moment, the smiling Marceau saw the shadow in the shade of the tree in the middle of the dock square in the distance stop moving, and considering the current situation, a sneaking thief or something stopped moving, so what would happen next...... Marceau didn't know, but he was ready to greet his enemies on behalf of his master with a poisoned arrow, or something...... With the love and hate of death.

The trio began to cast spells in silence, although the system could not get Marceau to confirm the type of spell, but judging from their gestures, it was obvious that they were summoning and binding the elemental sword from the void, which was the most popular spell for battle mages and some assassins who were proficient in spells to assassinate on special occasions - at least they didn't need the waste god to bring the knife into the scene, if it weren't for Marceau's will to sink this Changtang artifact in his mind, I am afraid that he would learn and master this spell in the first place.

The black-robed man's hands stopped trembling, which made Marceau's face finally begin to change, because the previous tremor could be said to be the black-robed man's choice...... Or it could be said that it was just practicing, but when the players of this team of Judgment Hand appeared, it showed that this guy had already shown his goal, and considering that the five members of the Judgment Hand had just made their debut, all Marceau could do now was to bite the bullet and live up to the expectations of the Wesley girls below, so as to stay away from these guys who were in a hurry to die.

Watching the paladin and his teammates walk down the gangway, he didn't notice that he was as confused as a bee pounced on a cobweb, as innocent as a lamb pounced on a pack of wolves, as innocent as an uncle pounced on a resentful woman...... Bring about one's own destruction.

Just as Marceau was about to drag it off, the Yang girl below was obviously dissatisfied, and the girl frowned and opened her throat, "Marceau, you idiot, are you going to die of old age on the ship!"

Then the three avant-garde-dressed cultists immediately turned their attention to Marceau...... At this moment, Marceau suddenly remembered a proverb said by his unknown wife - some people, if they don't reach the Yellow River, they will not die, and they will drown alive when they reach the Yellow River.

Although Marceau didn't know where the Yellow River was, it didn't stop the cat cub from being in awe of this proverb.

After all, I seem to be such a person.

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