In the choice between the Dead Poor Dao and the Dead Dao Friends, Marin used the stone wall, first blocking the first wave of bullets, and the two World Tree twigs bypassed from both sides, knocking the unlucky people who were mentally controlled to the ground.

"I see from the video that you didn't show your merciful side when you broke that prince's head." The old bishop of the Lord of Justice got out from under the car, and he took a look at the ruined streets, the wounded who had been knocked to the ground, and the revolver handed to him, and he took the gun and put it back in the pouch behind his waist: "Forgive me for tempting you. ”

"Being suspicious is the way to survive, I don't blame you for that, although the relationship with me is really good, but he and I really can't get together, my dream is to be able to feed the children of this world, and all the good things he wants are contrary to me." After Ma Lin finished speaking, he turned his head, just in time to see that the young branches of his World Tree knocked over the guy who had just climbed up again: "What he wants is war, eternal war, non-stop bloodshed, and these are the biggest obstacles to my dream, so the people of southern Thailand have a good saying...... The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. ”

Marin didn't know if the old man would be able to understand his last sentence, because the last proverb he said was in Thainan.

But the old man obviously understood, and he stretched out his hand: "You're right, I'm overthinking. ”

"No, Your Excellency, I said before, suspicion is the way to survive, in this world, we must be more cunning than evil, better at killing than evil, better at intrigue than evil, I am a consequentialist, the process is not important, the important thing is that the result is perfect, if the result is not good, then the perfection in the process is nothing more than a clumsy show that makes people laugh." Marin stretched out his hand and shook hands with the old man: "Reacquaint, Marin Gayat, a mortal who wants to live and doesn't mind innocents living better than me." ”

"What if the wicked?"

"The streetlights, the ropes and their necks are a nice combination, and I will bless them to be able to step into the wedding scene called the end." After Marin finished speaking, he looked at the Holy Son who came out: "Did you hear the gunshot?" ”

"yes, but considering the guards didn't make a fuss, I walked a little slower." The young half-breed came up to Marin: "Kochagin Futaba, a half-breed elf, my mentor gave me a human name called Paul. ”

Marin looked at the young man and finally shook his hand with a smile: "Hello, Paul. ”

"Hello, Marlin, I have a light locomotive with two wheels, do you need me to send you back?" The Son gave Marin a good choice, so he followed him on the locomotive - to be honest, it was more like a motorcycle, except that people here liked to use the name of a light locomotive, perhaps because of the difference in wheels.

When the locomotive passed by the main entrance, Marin sat in the back and waved to the old man, who smiled and nodded, beckoned, and said goodbye.

Paul drove slowly, but better than a horse-drawn carriage - after all, a guy on two wheels could always maneuver where four wheels couldn't fit through.

Coming to the sanctuary of the Goddess of Harvest Church, Marin saw the old bishop and old Jack: "Wait a minute, he ......" "He's already coming back with me, I thought you'd stay there a little longer, so let him bring me back first, and then pick you up." ”

The bishop of his own house had a bitter face, it was obvious that the news spread faster than two wheels, and he already knew the news of Marin's assassination: "Who is the other party." ”

"The tattoo of the evil sect on the chest, but I think this should be planted by some shady guy, after all, no stupid guy will tattoo this thing on his chest." In Marin's opinion, such a stupid thing to do is simply not something that a member of the cult of evil gods with a good brain can do - as an assassin, he is not able to wear clothes and protective gear at all times, such a big emblem, to put it mildly, if he were a lord, he would take a day to conduct a raid on all visitors from other places, without any fanfare, just open his shirt and he would be able to find out.

If there really were such a guy, he would have been stupid to death a long time ago.

"Leave it to the Church of Justice to test." The Bishop asked.

"Yes." Marin nodded: "I'm back at the hotel, and I still have a manuscript to write." ”

"Let Old Jack send you." The old bishop asked in an inquiring tone.

Marin nodded: "Okay." ”

Bidding farewell to Paul, Marin jumped into the carriage and pulled down the board on the roof, a movable fixable plate that could be used instead of a tabletop, and although it was not possible to write a detailed picture with a drawing, it was no problem to draw a sketch of the first draft.

There are many buildings needed for research, and the fortifications and watchtowers around them need to be carefully arranged - curious neighboring spies, evil Chaos lurkers, and bold citizens and tabloid reporters, each type of person needs to be prepared, and if it weren't for the paladin, Marin wouldn't mind asking Ayers to set up a line of defense against the living.

From the words of this lich, Marin could smell his courage, and he could also see that he was deeply jealous of the other party's ears, and the attitude that it was best to stay away if he could was not a lie.

In this case, Marin doesn't mind having some cooperation with him - although the undead and Chaos are both types of people who don't do things, but at least an undead like Ayers can understand people, and that's enough, like Chaos, who don't listen to people and don't understand people, don't say a word, and hammer to death.

The carriage was blocked all the way to the hotel, Marin got out of the car, threw a five-dimle coin to old Jack, and watched the old man happily catch the coin and put it in his pocket, Marin also laughed - the coin just now had a divine positive energy blessing attached to it, if this one still had a problem, it should have spontaneously combusted just now.

Then Marin should think about how to lead people to purify his own church.

"Peace be upon you, Mr. Marin." He said this, raising his hat and saluting Marin.

"May you live a long life, Mr. Jack, and be careful on the way back." Marin watched him drive away in the carriage, then turned around and returned to the hotel, the hall was still empty, the apprentices of all grades had been training in the rented venue for the past few days, only a guy like Marin, who was not an apprentice group or a mentor group, had nothing to do.

Pushing open the door, Matilda and Cross were gone, leaving a note saying that they would be back by the evening after a walk.

So Marin pulled out his chair and sat down at the table to get down to business.

………………

This was done for hours, when Lorraine lit the magic lamp for his master, Marin noticed that it was getting dark - the gray vision of the blood made Marin not pay much attention to the effect of ambient light, considering that the two girls had not been able to come back, Marin pushed open the door, and was about to think about where he was going to find them, when he saw the two girls holding large bags and small bags to push open the door of the hotel, and there were several earth elements behind them to help them carry the bags.

"What did you buy, why did you buy so much?" Marin leaned against the handrail of the corridor on the second floor, looked at the two girls below and asked.

"There are things that I like to eat, and there are things that Cross likes to eat, as well as clothes and small gifts for everyone." Matilda said as she untied a bag and tossed a small bag up, "Taste, it's my favorite pine jerky, and the Carterburg branch is already here." ”

Marin looked at the bag...... He designed it.

But he tore open the rim of the bag and threw the jerky into his mouth...... Well, it's sweeter than the one in Fort Carter, and there seems to be a little more sugar in this world, or the beekeeping industry in the Central District is far beyond Marin's imagination.

Either way, it was the smell that Marlin liked, and he watched as the two girls opened the bags, sorted the snacks, clothes, and other things into their space bags.

Eventually, Marlin saw the carrot in Cross's hand—a red-stemmed plant.

"You're really a rabbit, why do you like this kind of thing, it tastes like dirt." Matilda, a carnivorous fox with big ears, is very dismissive of the so-called delicacies in Cross's hands.

Cross happily rinsed it with water and stuffed it into her mouth.

At that moment, the rabbit girl in front of her and the old rabbit that Marin had seen in the mage tower in his dream coincided.

"Looks like everyone isn't coming back today, let's cook." Matilda said this, watching Marin walk downstairs: "What are you doing here, I know you have something to do, go up, we will call you after dinner." ”

"No, I'll do it." Marin smiled and patted the fox girl's head, then came to Cross and looked at her and the half-bitten stem in her hand: "I'll make you something to eat." ”

Cross nodded happily, unlike the old rabbit, who didn't have any raw points.

This made Marin sigh in his heart, people's lives are really composed of completely different choices, just like Cross, fate pushed her in front of him, and let him see her two completely different lives, Marin can't change Cross in that world, because she has reached the twilight of her life, every minute, every second, is coming to the end.

And the Kloss in front of her, she is young and has infinite possibilities, and Marin will not let her repeat the sad fate that belongs to her in another timeline.

Fate is really a villain, it shows itself both good and broken, Marin sighed in his heart, and took the two girls into the kitchen at the same time.

The dinner menu was simple, consisting of two dishes, one was Kloss's favorite carrot soup, and the other was Matilda's favorite saro soup.

While the two dishes were steaming in the pot, Marin made a few small pastries with salt on the inner wall, and there were no green onions in his memory, but they were still welcomed by the two girls.

It was made by Mr. Marin, and it seemed that for them, it was delicious.

Seeing their joy, Marin didn't know what to say, because he used to be just able to cook these dishes, and in the world he once lived in, men had to be more or less proficient, after all, they couldn't let themselves starve to death.

But in this world, men hardly go into the kitchen, they can give everything at a business reception, at the negotiating table, in the trenches, but few will be in the kitchen...... Waste of life.

In the end, every word and deed, every action in life is just a waste of each other's time.

Because in the end, people in every era will eventually become history.

"Mr. Marin."

The sound in his ear took Marin out of his thoughts, and he turned his head to see the big-eared fox digging a spoonful of meat soup for him, and posing for a feeding gesture, waiting for a fish named Marin to bite the hook in her hand.

Marin opened his mouth, doing his duty as a fish, and at the laughter of Matilda, the big-eared fox, he felt that his mood was also cheerful.

"It's the game the day after tomorrow, Kloss, don't you have a game to play?" At the table, Matilda asked Cross, and the bunny girl who was eating raised her head: "I was pulled into the referee team by the senior management of the Mage Tower, responsible for maintaining order outside the arena. ”

"Ha, isn't that our job?" Matilda held her cheek in confusion, and at the same time dug a spoonful of bait for Marlin, who was a fish.

When Marin dutifully bit the hook, Cross shook her head, and her long ears shook up: "I don't know, it should be very leisurely anyway, and I will act with Mr. Marin when the time comes." She said this, and smiled very contentedly at Marin: "It's a very delicious soup, Mr. Marin." ”

Marin nodded: "It's good if you're happy." As he spoke, he took a bite of the bread in his hand.

Then Cross is seen carefully holding a spoon and digging a large piece into her favorite carrot soup.

In this moment, Marlin witnesses the evolution of a hunter, and the long-eared bunny girl carefully hands the hook and the bait on the hook to his mouth.

"Mr. Marin, please open your mouth." Three points of anticipation, three points of joy, and three points of shyness, the rabbit sent out an invitation with the last bit of strength.

It was the fisherman's call to the fish, Marin sighed in his heart, and at the same time bit the hook of the spoon called the spoon.

Cross looked happy, Marlin swallowed the bait, and for some reason, he thought of the old rabbit again.

It's just that this time she couldn't replace the young self in front of her.

Marin leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach, having never been so full as he was today, he threw the last half of the pie into his mouth.

The two girls took their last bites and happily swept away the dishes on the table, this time refusing Marin's help and letting him go back upstairs to work.

Accepting the kiss goodbye, Marin walked to the steps leading to the second floor, and before he could take a step, he reversed the opinion he had just summarized.

Indeed, people in every era will eventually become history, and when later generations see this history, they may be surprised, they may regret, and they may feel that their predecessors have a hole in their brains, but they are all children.

Zifei fish, the joy of Anzhi fish.