In addition to the ten regiments in the first sequence and the fifteen regiments in the second sequence, there are also ten steppe elf regiments (four musketeer regiments and six battle mage regiments), as for the six Toby rabbit servant regiments, all musketeers.

Marceau said that he wanted to ask the two warbands to die, and it took Bonta half a day to attack their garrison with the warbands, and at this time the disadvantages of opening up a garrison outside the city came, if they were in the city, the kittens might have to knock twenty chapters to do something, and in the wilderness?

Speaking of which, Marceau found out for the first time that in this part of the Northland, the steppe elves and kitten people still have a lot of say, and the guy who can't control it has a griffin knight, and he didn't dare to enter the battle (mainly because the six battle mage groups of the steppe elves have already pressed their mages to fight, and these four griffins are afraid that they won't even be able to splash when they are put into the battlefield.) Instead, they ran to the nobles to move the rescuers, but none of the nobles dared to help them.

This made Marceau refresh his girl's strength once again - it is said that the nobles have obtained the death order of their two majesties, and whoever helps who dies, even if the family is neat, will not let them interfere.

In the end, the griffin knights ran away, supposedly to join New Eden, but such a blatant surrender to the enemy, and there was no need for Marceau to chase and kill, and several nearby steppe elf battle mage warbands packed the four into packages and sent them back, helping Marceau to make the family neat.

Although the cat cub was a dead hand in this matter, everyone present was also the master of the grand event, and no one spoke for the two guilds, and Marceau simply let go and let them divide the profits of the two guilds in the city.

Everyone sat in the same boat, and Marceau was blessed and shared...... The so-called blessings and enjoyment are similar to the four irons of life.

With the strong support of the Great Guild of these canaries, Marceau can be said to have done the job that the girls asked him to do - at most half a year, at least hundreds of thousands of trained elite forces will be put into the battlefield, and in the following time, more trained warbands will be put into the battlefield.

As for the two Grand Masters and their cries on the forum, the Northern Alliance to which they belong finally raised the banner and pulled the Guild Alliance of the Eastern Continent together for a meeting, and finally the General Assembly determined that their actions hindered the great cause of the confrontation between the Eastern Continent and New Eden - the identity of the Catcub's Ambassador Ashbi was officially confirmed, and the two spoke disrespectfully to the ambassador, not to say that they were innocent of death, but also to die a well-deserved death.

So the alliance couldn't fight with each other, and the two Grand Masters were also warned by the Northern Alliance not to stir up trouble again, and finally relented and conceded defeat - if they didn't admit it, Marceau just said to kill (kill once), but Little Bonta thought it was killed (kill to cut the account), in just three days, the meeting between the aboriginal nobles had not yet opened, and the two Grand Masters and their war groups repeated the neat process three times.

Since they were soft, Marceau also let them go-the Northern Alliance now at least needs to fight for the other party, give these northerners a face, and think that as long as the other party is not in the water, there should be something in return.

After all, I'm a child of the White Tip Tail family.

Sitting on the soft sofa, his left calf resting on his right thigh, and slumped on the cushioned backrest, Marceau glanced at Little Bonta, the elder butler of his family, who had become his own butler since his mother and father had officially announced their marriage.

Of course, it is not permanent, it is said that his own housekeeper is in the 'custom', this thing Marceau let the girls choose for themselves, for him, the housekeeper, the noble life is like a story, just look at it, really let the cat live this kind of life...... Pull it down.

"Your Highness, what do you need, tea, coffee, or ......" "No, let me sit here alone and be quiet for a while." ”

Her Majesty's old servant walked up to the kitten, the native who looked older and considered his legendary warrior status...... It's okay to kill a cat with one punch.

"Your wife is still in the conference room, and my little master is still discussing with the nobles how to divide the military expenses. The old man smiled, and without leaving, he turned and beckoned to the servants: "A delicious caramel coffee for Your Highness." ”

Marceau glanced up at him, and then at the little Bonta, who was standing in the garden, "Your Excellency, what do you think of my butler?" ”

"It's very good, I didn't have the skills of him when I was younger. The old man replied with a smile.

"What you just said to me, is it based on your master's intentions? Marceau smiled and took the dessert that the old man had handed over himself.

"Yes, my little master feels that it is a matter of great pride for her and her surname to stand in the same trenches as a hero like you, and her husband, His Majesty the Emperor, also feels that New Eden is not a good guest. The old butler glanced at the young halfling who came out of the conference room, "Faram, is there something wrong?" ”

"Your Excellency Bosman, the meeting continues, and Your Majesty has asked me to prepare some refreshments. ”

"Go, go, go back. ”

The cat and the old man in the hall watched the halfling female officer run away quickly, couldn't help but glance at each other, and then sighed very tacitly.

"Your Highness, I make you laugh, such a system has been circulating in our country for almost a thousand years, and the king and the duke ......" "Co-governance, I know, I also know that if it were not for that majesty of Mogus, your little master would not have survived to adulthood at all. ”

The old man was silent for a moment, and finally nodded in silence.

"This is fate, Bosmanqing, protect your little master. Marceau smiled and beckoned to the little Bunta who walked in.

The kitten walked over and noticed the old man in front of him, he smiled and bowed his head: "Good afternoon, Mr. Bosman." ”

"Good afternoon, little Bonta, have you ever visited the House of Swords? ”

"Of course, I've been to a nice place, with a sword master like you, and energetic children, it's a really good place. ”

"It's just a pity that the war has begun, and I am afraid that one day, those children will join this terrible war with us. ”

"It's better to die a proud battle than to live a humble life, sir, and besides, New Eden doesn't care if his slaves are still breathing. ”

The conversation between the two butlers made Marceau sigh: "Yes, in the face of New Eden, death is not a one-way ticket to the place of eternal rest...... Hopefully they understand. ”

It's a pity that it seems that some people won't wake up from their dreams.