In Discord, the transfer of control of Northland Port City Afron takes place before the game launches, and most players just use it as a tidbit in the background of the game. www.biquge.info But in fact, the power struggle between the navy of the Afron Kingdom and the Escud family really opened the prelude to the troubled times.

Glo grabbed the glass, the food on the plate was finished, and the waiter cleaned up the table. Marcuro sat aside, and in the hall of the tavern stood a few sturdy mercenaries, chatting with their heads down from time to time, but their eyes were fixed on the place from afar. This kind of atmosphere is not very suitable for the bandit leader.

The noisy sound of the tavern seemed to be getting farther and farther away, but there was no movement here, the liquid in the wine glass was clean, whether for etiquette or other reasons, Glo did not set his eyes on the body of the "domineering pseudo-girl", his eyes were fixed on the texture of the wooden planks on the table, as if he wanted to see some special mystery in it.

Glo knew Marculo Escud well, the eldest son of the family, who was not a direct child, but the product of a nobleman's drunken promiscuity, and such a story was not strange to the nobles of the kingdom - according to some lace-like texts, Fino Escud, now the Marquis of Afrion, Marquis's father, came home drunk one night from a drunken banquet at the age of twenty, that is, before he inherited the family title. A young maid dutifully washed him, helped him to bed, and boiled a bowl of hot and thick decanting soup...... It was originally just a very ordinary little thing. It's just that some inhumane episodes happened later, which everyone understands, so I won't say it here.

About ten months later, Marculo came into the world - despite all the bad deeds of the nobles in matters of affection, Fino Escud was not a bad man, and Maculo's birth brought great joy to his life. And the maid, Marcuro's mother, was also taken into the room and became one of Fino's concubines.

According to the normal trajectory of life, when the son-in-law of the Escud family is born, the concubine Marcuro will become a personal servant of the son-in-law. But fate is always elusive, and after the birth of many of his younger siblings over the next few years, Marcuro Escud completed his combat career at the age of twelve.

That's quite an achievement!

In the power system of this world, the vast majority of combat professions are employed after the age of 16 - according to the explanations of the sages on the mainland, the employment of combat professions requires sufficient physical fitness, spirit and will, and even for adults, this threshold is not too low, and many people, in their lifetime, cannot meet this requirement. And Macoolo, as a twelve-year-old boy, has not fully grown in his own abilities, and it is a miracle to complete his inauguration!

Such a performance immediately alarmed the entire Escud family, and even the aristocratic circles of Afron and the Northland Lords. Everyone realized that a brilliant figure was likely to emerge - the child born to this maid changed his fate, the tilt of resources, the care of his elders, and the careful teaching of many teachers, until in 553, after the Sixth Eta War, Marculo Escud, as the strongest of the young children of the Escud family, obtained the first right to inherit the title.

The level of "domineering pseudo-girl" is not terrible, what is terrible is his template and exclusive skills. In the middle of the game, Mr. Puppet's character template will evolve again, from an elite to a boss.

Once as a player, because of the relationship between the same Elantra Kingdom camp, the otaku has not fought head-on with the "domineering pseudo-girl", but from some feedback from players from other camps on the forum, he knows very well how outrageous this feminine-looking man is. In the words of the players, this is a boss with high agility, high damage, and thick skin, and his skills come with various negative statuses. If you don't have enough strength and a team with a reasonable mix of careers, it would be tantamount to a fantasy to overthrow this one.

But the current Mr. Pseudo-Niang is not the boss who is the lord of Afron City...... Maybe it's too late to hug your thighs......

Glo was trying to figure out when the "thump" on the table pulled him back to reality.

"Your Excellency, it is a faux pas to be silent in the face of nobles—"

Marcuro's fingers tapped on the table, "Still, as a staff member, it's a good habit to keep thinking. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted."

Seeing that Marcoolo's attitude was still mild, the bandit leader quickly apologized. He admitted that after meeting this one, his mind suddenly became in a trance inexplicably.

"Let's get down to business—"

Marcuro leaned lazily back in his chair, his handsome face shining with magic in the dim light, "What do you think of the current situation in the Northlands?" ”

"It's a mess."

"Why?" Marcuro asked, a faint smile on his face.

"The chains of order have lost their strength and have become fragmented."

The bandit leader replied casually that in his previous life, as a knowledgeable otaku, it was not too difficult to analyze things and tell some truths, which was also where he had the confidence to pretend to be that staff man. In his heart, he did not have the slightest bias towards the two sides of the fight, and these words, in fact, were very fair.

This also made Mr. Pseudo-Niang nod approvingly. Lord Adam's staff, as expected, lived up to his name, and summed up the problem in one sentence.

"So, Lord Lecter, what do you think of Afron relative to the Northlands and to Nogo?"

Marcuro became more interested in the young man he had met for the first time, and he beckoned to the waiter, adding a large jug of wine and two glasses.

"It's a paradise."

Glo told the truth. So far, the other party knows his "identity", but he does not show any hostility, but has the idea of consideration. The bandit leader was a little flattered. He is very clear about the purpose of his coming to Afron, and his current "identity" has inadvertently entered an interesting script, and all he needs to do is to perform this scene well.

Be realistic in the details! Be emotionally invested!

Mr. Puppet poured himself a glass of rum, handed the flask to Glo, and said seemingly nonchalantly, "Perhaps, what the Northlands lack is a strong controller. ”