The misty night shrouded the land, and everywhere it looked, it was all darkness. ∈ ↗ Top Novel, www.

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The sound of footsteps kept coming, and Marshall walked down the silent street.

At this moment, it was already late at night.

Even the main city of Lordaeron, which is known as the city that never sleeps, has recovered from noise to calm on the streets.

Compared with the city of Rex in the previous life, the main city of Lordaeron is far inferior in the end, although he is known as the city that never sleeps, but after the night enters 9 o'clock, it has begun to thin out, and after 10 o'clock, there are not many people to be found, and now it is almost 12 o'clock.

In the huge streets, there was not a single human.

Only on both sides of the street, the street lamps pulled up, are still emitting light, dispelling the blurred night.

A group of people walked quickly on the silent street.

Marshall carried his own guards, interspersed quickly, and instead of riding their mounts, they walked on foot.

Marshall's face was calm, but if you look closely, you can still find some differences according to the subtleties, that is, the corners of Marshall's mouth are slightly upturned, and there is a glint of joy in his eyes from time to time.

This all means that Marshall's heart is far less peaceful than his appearance, and in Marshall's heart, he is happy at the moment.

The pace of his steps, relatively brisk, as he walked out of Rex's mansion, Marshall kept his expression like this.

Marshall is a standard aristocrat of standards, and what is the standard of standards is that the posture develops horizontally. Not very tall. It's about 1.7 meters. This would be nice if it were in Rex's previous life, but in the world of Azeroth, a world of extraordinary power.

The height of human beings has generally increased by more than ten centimeters, almost reaching about one meter nine.

At a height of 1.7 meters, that's too short.

Don't say dwarves and goblins, they are not tall, in fact, these two races. Their height is generally about 1.5 meters, and in another world, dwarves are not short.

But everything needs a comparison, for example, dwarves are far inferior to humans, and the same is true for trolls.

The height of trolls is even higher than that of humans. They reach more than two meters, but only because the trolls have hunchbacks. They will all hunch their waists and hunch their backs, so it seems that their height has dropped a lot, two meters tall, that is, one meter nine.

The gap with humans is not very big, Marshall, as a nobleman, his physique is undoubtedly qualified.

The round belly makes his figure look extremely fat, with a big waist and a round waist, and a body of fat, which makes Malsin extremely disgusted to walk, because as long as he walks for a while, Marshall will be panting, sweating like rain, and extremely unbearable.

So he hates walking, and his usual thoughts, that is, the typical ability to sit, absolutely not standing, being able to sit in a car, absolutely not walking.

As a great nobleman, Marshall was not short of money at all, and he usually walked in the main city of Lordaeron, riding a car purchased from a goblin, although the car had a harsh sound, but it was gorgeous.

One advantage is enough to cover up all the disadvantages.

The reason why Marshall, who is obese and like a pig, is not liked by King Jean, but for this, Marshall will not change.

No, it should be said that Marshall knew very well that even if he changed himself, King Jean would not trust him, because a person's trust is not an energy source, which is endless and endless.

There is a limit to trusting him, and the more trust in Vincent, the less natural it is for Marshall.

Marshall knew very well that it was impossible for him to replace Vincent, so even if he changed from a fat pig to a thin monkey, it would still be the same.

King Jean hated his fatness, and that was just King Jean's character of looking for shortcomings, and when this shortcoming disappeared, King Jean would look for his other shortcomings, and if he didn't like it, he didn't like it.

This is related to the fact that you hate a person, no matter how you look at it, you will feel that you are not pleasing to the eye, even if he changes the shortcomings you think, but when you look at him, you will subconsciously look for his other shortcomings.

If you want to reverse this impression, it is extremely difficult.

It is often said that the first impression is very important, because if the first impression positions you, you want to reverse it in the future, and you don't know how much effort it will take to do it.

Today, Marshall, in spite of his habits, walked leisurely through the streets of the main city of Lordaeron, instead of riding his own bright car.

It expresses the excitement in Marshall's heart, and he is happy from the heart at this time.

If it weren't for the city government that he had cultivated over the years, he would have already started to laugh at this moment.

But Marshall's moment now, on the surface, doesn't seem like much.

But those who are really familiar with him, all know that Marshall has lost his temper at this moment.

Taking out a white handkerchief, Marshall gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he strode into his mansion.

The man who opened the door for Marshall was an old man, very old, in his seventies, but his figure was not thin, and his hands were covered with heavy pulp, which was evident from the fact that he had been armed with a weapon for many years.

Combined with the scar on the old man's face, this is a superficial appearance of the old man, in his youth, he was a brave warrior.

"Master, you're back," the old man said to Marshall, respectful from the bottom of his heart.

"Go and give me a humble-up dinner, and bring out my treasured wine," Marshall said in a good mood, and as he entered the mansion, he spoke quickly to his old servant.

"Yes master," nodded the old man, and he quickly closed the door, then vanished, and went on to get ready to go.

Marshall himself, on the other hand, walked straight into his dining room and sat down on the main seat.

Shortly after Marshall sat down, a woman hurried over.

The woman was about the same age as Marshall, with a plump figure, convex and backward, and extremely luxurious makeup, but she was a noble lady, and he was Marshall's wife.

He had some resentment about Marshall's not returning so late, and asked; "That's really, Rex won't let you come back so late,"

"Shut up, Your Highness is also something you can evaluate," (To be continued......) R527