"Of course, Your Excellency, you will be welcomed to me and my city. "Lynch's words were full www.biquge.info of sincerity, but what he thought in his heart, Marceau was a little unsure.

Considering the difference between intelligence and reality, the cat cub can't start to BBQ this city lord, so it's not a discerning eye, but it gives people a feeling of how do you know that he is an undercover agent of chaos, this is not fun, the reason why the prophet is so bad these years is because every time you predict, you have to face endless questions, not to mention that Marceau feels that he is only a sage, not a prophet.

However, although there is no way to do it immediately to Mr. City Lord, but the small means of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger can still be done, the cat cub nodded, and then smiled at the onlookers standing there. Don't forget, in this kind of first scene to welcome the arrival of the inquisitor, it is not the turn of the real crowd to appear, everyone here is a nobleman with a head and a face, Sha'an is mostly elf, so most of these guys have a pair of pointed ears, after confirming it, Marceau pointed to the fat man who was present with a sense of unusualness in body shape, and looked at Lynch with some knowing: "This is ......"

"Wasef Marpoli, a great merchant of our city of Llopaxia, has been received by His Excellency the Grand Duke, and has the status of a knight. Lynch immediately explained, and at the same time beckoned to the fat man: "Wasef, what are you still doing?" ”

"Hello, honorable Inquisitor, I don't know how I got into your field of vision, I'm really scared. "As a nobleman, when facing Marceau, although this fat man at least has to salute Marceau, who is a sage, at least he doesn't need to be as panicked and uneasy as he is now.

Marceau nodded, then pointed to the young man who was standing beside him before: "Mr. Wassef, that is ......"

"It's my second son, Hunter Marberry, Your Excellency, my eldest son is stationed in the fortress of the mountains, so I bring my second son here, you see......" Wasef was a little confused by Marceau's series of questions, but he smiled and made an introduction, and at the same time motioned for his child, the young man dressed in fashion, to come over.

The latter wore a beautiful silk shirt and trousers, which were also made of silk, a suit that was considered a luxury in the continent of Ayarok in the Middle Ages - although it could not be replaced with a manor, at least it was obtained by ordinary people after years of toil.

The young man with his back combed nodded a little disrespectfully: "Hello, judge." ”

"Well, I don't know why, I think it's related to you, Hunter. Marceau smiled and raised his left hand, and the divine energy generated from his palm, which eventually turned into a ball: "Come, this is a gift from the gods, a divine blessing, the power given to me by the Anonymous and the Holy Lord, quickly kneel down and accept this gift." ”

The scene suddenly became cold, and Wassef was surprised, for the world with true gods, the Holy Light Ball in Marceau's hand can be said to be the best gift that mortals can get, although it is one of them, but as long as it is obtained, at least in the next few years, the blessed person will not be bothered by disease, this is a gift that countless mortals dare not dream of.

But judging from the scene, the young man named Hunter didn't like it, and it seemed that he still hated it a little, and began to hate Marceau.

Marceau didn't seem to notice this, he just raised his hand and waited for the young man in front of him to kneel.

"Hunter, what are you waiting for. After a few more seconds, Vasef spoke, and the father, who was stupid but at least insightful, had not yet fallen to the point of being able to stupidize himself to death, and urged: "Get down on your knees." ”

"yes, what are you waiting for, Hunter. Marceau replied with a smile.

Hunter finally got down on one knee, and Marceau stepped forward with a smile, smiling at the sight of the young man suddenly pulling the dagger from his waist and smiling at the young man's distorted face until the dagger stopped when it was still a centimeter away from him.

"Very well, dear. Marceau didn't turn around, and Minn behind him accepted the title very calmly: "This is a street assassin." The girl who had immobilized the young man with human immobilization asked.

Although the voice was silent, everyone heard it, the fat man Wassef's whole face was distorted, and the middle-aged man, who was frightened by the actions of his second son, just got up, and was pressed to the ground by the two kitten saints who rushed over, and the remaining saints and paladins became an encirclement formation.

"Why reject me. Marceau looked at the young man in front of him and asked with some regret.

"Why, why should I accept the so-called gift of you, a false god lackey!" Hunter's whole face twisted and angry, "Impossible! I will not accept your gift!"

"You don't count this question. "Watching the other two acolytes take the dagger from the assassin's hand, watching them press him to his knees, Marceau 'stuffed' the divine energy in his hand into the young man's forehead.

And so, the inhuman wail sounded, and the young man's skin was peeling off, and Marceau could be said to be an old guest who had seen this scene—the lackeys of chaos had degenerated to the point of being unable to obtain even divine energy.

Wassef screamed and rushed over to save the young man, but before he could take two steps, he saw his child striding in the direction of alienation.

However, Marceau didn't let him come, and at the signal of the kitten, Akemi fixed the fat man with a single fixation.

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Marceau had grabbed Hunter's collar at this time, and under the burning of the positive energy, Hunter's skin was about to fall off, he wailed, and Marceau took the dagger from his hand, and finally plunged it into Hunt's chest, and the child of chaos finally lost its life.

Turning around, Marceau looked at Wassef in front of him: "According to the rules, Mr. Wassef, you must communicate with me, have a good talk, and think about when your child became like this." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Wasseph's consent, Marceau turned his head to look at Lynch, whose face was a little pale: "Your Excellency Lynch, it looks like we are going to get down to business first, you can show my subordinates a path to Marboli's house." ”

Speaking of which, Marceau really hopes that this city lord can break out and hurt people, so that the cat cub can send this directly to the BBQ rack, but it's a pity...... The city lord seemed to have chosen to cooperate without restraint.

Well, with that said, Marceau still needs to keep waiting.