Fifteen minutes later.

Sitting on a bench in the small square and dozing off, Marceau was alarmed by the unusually slight footsteps, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer to him, the kitten opened his eyes and turned his head, and saw a kitten staring at Marceau with round black eyes.

"Little thing, what's wrong. Seeing that it was the same kind and it was a child, Marceau smiled, such a young child can enter the game, there must be parents at home.

"Morolo of Momota is hungry!" the little guy looked at Marceau and pursed his mouth.

"Your father, or your mother. Marceau pulled a dried fish from his satchel and handed it to the little one.

"Mom was talking to everyone about things, Mororo was hungry and came out to find something to eat. Although he said that he was hungry, the little guy did not stretch out his hand to take the dried fish, Marceau thought for a while, and simply handed the bag of dried fish in his hand to the little one.

This time, the little thing named Morolo took the bag with a smile and watched the little one begin to feast, and Marceau put the dried fish in his mouth in his mouth.

Looking at the little thing in front of him, Marceau remembered that when he was as young as him, he was the kind of bear child who was curious about everything he saw, but life was difficult at that time, and even buying a piece of dried fish was a benefit only during the New Year.

As pitiful as it sounds, Marceau actually cherishes that time, because it was not yet dawn, when his mother was in the breakfast shop with the kittens, and his young self was eating the food shared by the kind store manager or other customers, while waiting for his mother to come back from work in the evening. Therefore, when the child ran up to Marceau to ask for food, the kitten would smile and take out the dried fish as a share.

Maybe the dried fish was too tasty, and the kitten devoured it and looked at Marceau. Finally, he reached out and pulled off half of the dried fish from the kitten's mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What a greedy little guy. Marceau smiled and took out a second bag of dried fish and handed it to the Mororo, enjoying the cheers of the little thing, Marceau looked at the little fellow - the clothes on his body were very ordinary linen, but the hand showed that he had done it with care, and it must have been made for him by the child's mother.

As he thought so, a voice called out to Mororo in the distance. Marceau looked up and noticed a young kitten-man female shouting in the distance, and out of apologies for the mage's mother, Marceau waved at her.

The dimness before dawn did not stop the other party from spotting Marceau, so she walked quickly to Marceau, first said thank you, and then leaned down and hugged Morolo: "You bad boy, you have run out of here, and your mother is looking for you so hard." ”

"This brother has delicious dried fish. Mom. As he spoke, the little thing took out the dried fish from the bag and stuffed it into his mother's mouth, Marceau smiled as the young mother had to bite into the dried fish, and nodded at him with some embarrassment and some gratitude.

"Your child is cute, and although young, he has already shown the instincts of a hunter. Marceau praised Mororo truthfully.

"Thanks, speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. Thank you for taking care of my family's Mororo. The mother asked Marceau.

"Marceau, Marceau Sue. "In this matter. Marceau felt no need to deceive the mother.

"You're Marceau from the Postman's Adventure Party. Hearing Marceau's self-introduction, the young mother's face suddenly showed a look of nostalgia, she hesitated a little, but finally spoke: "Eleuk...... Is he okay lately. ”

He ...... I think it's okay. "I don't know if it's Marceau's delusion, but the kitten always thinks that Eliuk is forcing a smile, whenever and wherever he wants. He seemed to be laughing, but never really laughing.

"Well, Alyuk and I are classmates, and when I saw you today, I stopped by to ask about my old classmates. The young mother explained. Nodding at Marceau, "I'm leaving, come, Morolo, and say goodbye to this big brother." ”

"Big brother, goodbye. "The little guy with the dried fish in his mouth said goodbye to the capacity of his mouth in his 'busy schedule'.

"Mororo, goodbye. Marceau smiled and beckoned, after saying goodbye to the mother and son, the cat cub watched her figure disappear to the other end of the square, what a cute little guy, Marceau sighed, if he had a child in the future, he would be such a cute child...... It really makes the cat look forward to it.

Standing up, Marceau sent a letter to Aleuc about the adventures in the square, and as soon as he released the carrier pigeon, before he could put down his hand, Marceau had already caught the carrier pigeon flying towards him, and the new news from the old woman who was acting made Marceau cheer up. My methods are really merciful, if it is those evil undead of the first open era, the soul of that dwarf will not be able to hold on for even a minute, find a dwarf named Jared, considering that each of these gnomes has at least half a dozen names, I specially made a mark for you, so that at least you don't have to kill the wrong person, and I don't have to do any aftermath work for your manslaughter, vicar, ask from his mouth who is behind them, find the master, or kill him, and then leave the rest of the work to me. ’

Then in front of Marceau, a yellow dot representing the target appeared on the zoomed-out electronic map of Provence, and Marceau confirmed it and found that the guy seemed to be still moving...... In the south of the city. Putting away the report in his hand, Marceau stood up and started to act, there was still an hour before dawn, Marceau didn't want to be in the area of activity of the Southern Solidarity after dawn, it was too dangerous.

"Really...... Born to work hard. Marceau sighed as she walked south of the city.

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Carried back to the hotel by his own mother, Morolo tilted his head: "Mom, who is Eleuk." ”

"It's my mother's old classmate, and we haven't seen each other in a long time. The young mother stretched out her hand and stroked the little thing's head: "You, really, my mother said that she would make you delicious fish cakes, why do you still have to run out, fortunately you met the same clan." ”

"Dried fish is delicious!" The little guy's heart made Mororo have no mind to think about it at all, and he was very happy to hold up the dried fish bag in his hand, and took out one of them and handed it to his mother: "Mom!"

“…… You. The mother, who was a little fond and a little pleased, took the dried fish, and instead of putting it in her mouth, she silently watched her child eat the dried fish, and finally she stood up and looked out of the hotel.

The smile gradually faded, and in the end, she sighed in her heart with only regret.

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Aeryk sat up from the bed in the hotel, the first person to land in the game early, the young man did not rush to put on his equipment, but first silently glanced at the starry sky outside the window, and said to himself 'good morning', and then jumped out of bed, put on his equipment, humming a pleasant note, the young man walked out of the room, and when he came to the hall, Aleuk raised his hand, caught the carrier pigeon from Marceau, and took out two rolls of letter paper from it.

The first volume is about the girl's leave, which Aleuk had heard - the flame of the Sorenta family is said to have had a good time with the dragon and the beauty lately, and the news that she is going to invite a friend to the centaur is Apricot to tell Aeryuk.

"Well, it looks like the next week is going to be a great time off. Aleuk raised his hands in favor of taking a vacation, after all, rushing to Mogus was useless in Eluk's opinion, and the curse on Long and Marceau was not something that could be dealt with casually, and in any case, it needed to be considered in the long run.

Humming a little tune, Eleuk opened the second letter.

I met a mother with a small child here in the square to the north, she and her child were cat people, the child's name was Mororo, she said it was your old classmate, I had something to do here, and I wouldn't be back for dinner in the morning. ’

Stroking the letter, Aleuk muttered to himself, "Ah, my old friend, should I call you Juliga, or ...... Mrs. Han. ”

After the silence, Aeryk put away the letter in his hand, and the young man, who no longer had a smile on his face, silently walked into the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast. (To be continued......)