Didn't imagine that the Chaos cultists rushed out of the camp like a tide, Marin took the armed citizens and the substitute punishers of the God of War Church into the camp, only to find that the building was empty, and it was impossible to confirm the whereabouts of those Chaos cultists, which was a bit troublesome, although the God of War Church framed the whole family this time, but still did not bring people who were not good at fighting, and those who were good at tracking did not follow, and although the citizens of Fort Carter were simple, But it would be too difficult to find a secret entrance to a large camp with hundreds or thousands of people living in it immediately.

So Marin walked around twice and found that he found nothing - although he could sense a little bit of chaos, but as I said before, there were so many people here that the smell of chaos was everywhere, and it was completely impossible for Marlin to pinpoint where those breaths ended up.

"It looks like the Chaos Cultists ran away, I thought we were going to fight hard." Although the veteran was a little regretful, Marin could feel a sense of happiness in his heart - yes, he was able to live to this age as a big soldier, he had lived for so long, and it was obvious that he was not ready to die at this age.

In Marin's opinion, the kind of death that died on the last day of the war under the last bullet of the disembowel was definitely the stupidest way to die.

No more stupid.

"Tell everybody not to rummage through things, it's stupid to die on a smine or something for this piece of garbage." Marin said as he kicked aside a kid who was about to enter the tent, who turned his head and looked at him angrily, and his mouth was about to crack when he realized that it was Marin: "Your Excellency said yes." ”

In the previous battle, Marin rushed to the front with the huge axe, and almost all the citizens saw it.

Marlin nodded, and threw him a small green sign - this thing is a personal pick-up card in a food processing factory, and you can use this thing to carry a can of pickled offal, although it is a leftover, but it is better than the taste, and all the buyers who like heavy food in Carter Fort have said that it tastes great.

Speaking of which, Marlin was preparing to make a very cheap glass with Kloss—unlike the glassware used for experimentation, Marlin's glass oats only needed light, and used it instead of the previous metal cans for third-class meat and cured offal.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" This kid was very happy, and he was indeed a standard Carter Fort villager.

"All those who participated in the war today, everyone can get a jar of pickled offal, for free!" The amount of pickled offal is enough and cheap, Marlin doesn't mind using it for favors, and he can still ask the city hall for a tax refund after the things are delivered - the people of the Church of the God of Commerce don't need Marin to speak.

Of course, the citizens were happy, but Marlin did not forget the members of the church, considering that the God of War Church looked down on the courage of being angry and unconvinced, Marin was also going to send a batch of first-class canned food to the apprentices to improve their recipes.

As for feeling good after eating it and wanting to eat it again, then you have to spend money to buy it.

"Your Excellency Marlin! We found the underpass! While Marin was thinking about nothing, there was some exciting news from there, so Marin ran over quickly and saw the passage that was being pried open: "Who found it?" ”

"Your Excellency, this is this child, he is born with a tendency to find those hollows in the ground." A citizen pointed to the child standing nearby, and Marin beckoned to him: "Come, little one, what's your name?" ”

The boy who was still snotty walked over, a little nervous, a little scared, and a little expectant looking at Marin: "Your Excellency, my name is Kane, and I came with my father from Const, in the Kingdom of Rodham. ”

"What about your father and mother." Marin looked at the little guy and didn't notice that he had parents.

"Work in your factory, Your Excellency." The kid snorted after speaking, watching the terrible strip that was enough to code disappear into the cub's nostrils, Marin reached out and patted the kid's head: "Well done, boy, do you have faith." ”

"No, but my father and mother both believe in the Harvest Goddess Church." The child's answer made Marin raise his eyebrows, and he turned his head to look at the old bishop: "Look, this child is related to the goddess, so I'll take it away." "Basically, whichever church the child's parents believe, this church has the right to test the affinity of his technique and ability first, and the old bishop has no objection to this, or as long as Marin is in front of him, he has no other opinion.

After speaking, Marin turned his head: "Kane, you found this entrance, I will give you a reward." After saying that, Marin took out a pennie from his pocket and threw it into his arms: "This is pocket money, every week, until you reach adulthood." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency." The boy was very happy—the pentagon was a huge sum of money for a homeless child, and Marin could not have thrown him a large denomination of bills, for he could not gamble the conscience of the entire western district with the lives of the child's family.

"By the way, considering that you have this ability, I can prepare a surgical test for you." Speaking of this, Marin noticed the child's stunned appearance, and also noticed that the horn in his hand fell to the ground: "What's wrong with you." ”

"No, no, Your Excellency, we don't have any money......," the boy said with a look of fear.

Marin was a little strange, but the veteran beside him explained with a smile: "Your Excellency, the Kingdom of Rodham is a very conservative kingdom in the north, and in their country, if a child wants to become an apprentice, the most important thing is to have money, because the northern churches there have never done surgical tests for children from poor families for free. ”

"I see, don't worry, it's free with us." Marin finished with a smile, waiting for him to pick up the money, then continued: "Don't think about running away, remember, if you don't come to the Harvest Goddess Church to look for me within three days, I will kick your parents out of my factory." ”

"Your Excellency, I will definitely come, don't drive my father and mother!" The little guy hurriedly swore an oath.

Reaching out and patting the little cub's head, Marin thought for a moment: "Forget it, you kid will follow me today, if you see his parents, tell him that he is with me." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency!" The big man who helped Marin introduce the child grinned and said, "I will tell his father and mother that their children are really lucky." ”

Marin turned his head, snapped his fingers in front of the kid, and led him out of the camp: "Everyone, disperse!" ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

The aforementioned one can per person had apparently been notified, and the citizens thanked Marin, who waved at them.

Thinking about it afterwards, in fact, how good it would be that the matter could be solved like this, there is no need for the citizens to follow him desperately, and the war is not a dinner party, but a death.

"Thank you! Lord Marin! There was an old man who was hunched over to Marin, and he walked towards Marin as he spoke.

Ma Lin paused for a moment and smiled a little awkwardly: "No, thanks to you." "At the same time, I thought to myself, what are you doing here.

While thinking, Marin felt as if evil thoughts were watching him, and Marin looked around, and even behind him, and saw that the old bishop was looking at him with the same puzzled eyes.

Marin glanced at the old man, and found that he was slowly but surely approaching him, and after thinking for a moment, Marin turned on the detection.

The old man in front of him turned red and purple in an instant.

Marin sighed, pulled out a revolver from his waist and pointed it at the old man: "Stop." ”

Then in the next second, there was a gunshot behind him, and the angry old man fell to the ground screaming.

Marin turned his head and saw that the old bishop was blowing away the smoke from the muzzle of the revolver in his hand: "Wait a minute, how can you, a bishop of the God of War Church, use this thing." ”

In Marin's memory, the so-called god of war is a macho man who uses cold weapons, and using a gun should be a very imbecile behavior for them.

"Times have changed, Marin." The old man put the gun away, and the punishers behind him had pounced on him and restrained the old man long before he could say this.

Marin didn't find out until this time that this old man was not old, and after wiping off the powder and ash on his face, he looked like he was just a standard middle-aged man, but his acting skills were really good, Marin was deceived at first sight, plus this makeup, if it weren't for Marin being able to warn of this situation, and be able to use detection to confirm the target, I'm afraid it would really be able to catch his way.

But in any case, at this time, this guy is just the prey of the substitute punishers, so Marin looked at the old bishop: "I handed this guy over to you, I think it must be a Chaos Believer." ”

As he said this, the substitutes found a loaded short-barreled revolver from this guy: "The barrel was sawn off, and in order to hit His Excellency Marin, he even decided to assassinate him at close range, this is really a madman." ”

"You don't have to think about it now, he's a Chaos Believer, bring him back to the church, and I'll let him speak today." At this point, the old bishop turned to look at Marin, "I personally advise you to leave quickly. ”

“…… All right. As soon as Marin finished speaking, his nose itched, and he lowered his head and sneezed.

At the same time, gunshots were heard.

Marin turned his head and saw an unlucky guy standing behind him lying in a pool of blood.

Without thinking, Marin quickly ran to the base of the wall on the south side of the street - he had just been on the north side of the street, and the unlucky guy who had been shot had fallen in a northwesterly direction, which meant that the bullet had come from the far south, and if the gun was on the north side, it would not have seen itself at all.

And then Marin thought about it all again - is this called luck?