Can this help your child?

After collecting the souls of his peers, Ayres turned to look at Marlin who had taken out a bucket of lacquer, the soul fire in his eye sockets was rolling, and he seemed to feel that Marlin was doing something useless.

How long do you think these lacquers will last.

"If the recipe is right, this pre-apocalyptic lacquer will remain in such an almost completely confined space for at least three millennia without fading." Marin, who had writing on the wall, replied.

Hearing this answer, Ayres, who sighed at the technological ability of the old humans in this world, came behind Marin, and after reading everything, he sighed and sighed.

This is the most affectionate confession of an ancestor to his descendants, and you seem to really like that child.

"Yes, when I think of her youth, spending her time in such a dark zone, it is even possible that she would have lived in a pool of blood if it were not for my help...... I may not be able to take care of all the offspring, and I don't have enough capacity, but when the future of this child is unfolding in front of me, I feel like I have to do something. With that, Marin tossed aside the used bucket and brush.

Ayers watched as Marin placed what was called a gift in a box, under the arrow on the wall.

Why do you want to put it there.

Ayres didn't understand Marlin's thoughts very much.

"To surprise this child." Marin replied with a smile.

Ayers shrugged his shoulders, he didn't understand Marin's thoughts, but in Ayers's opinion, this was normal - Ayers had been a lich for a long time, so long that he had forgotten many people and things back then, so long that he couldn't remember his family, only vaguely remembered that his father was a little hunchbacked, his mother's eyes were bad, and one of his brothers was a little lame...... Their appearance has long been forgotten by Ayers.

Human feelings, for Ayers, are too extravagant.

But that didn't stop him from watching Marin show his love for future generations.

I was thinking that the kid named Nanaki would love his birthday present very much.

Ayers sighed as he looked at the child's name.

"Isn't it, we've come here to cut down so many guys, and finally stabbed this colleague of yours, Ayles, for the romance of a girl and a boy we don't know about one day in the future." Jason, the artificial AI, stood by the window, he controlled the control system of the room, and then caused the wall to open the window, and it smiled and answered Ayers's exclamation as it looked at the sea through the heavy glass.

Ayers came to its side and looked at the sea in the distance.

I am horrified by your civilization, such a tall building, such a huge city, how magnificent the world would have been if the great destruction had not happened.

"It's a pity that fate played a cold joke on us, civilization is so fragile, and the people of the old era tried their best to save the world."

The Lich's conversation with the artificial AI reached here, and Ayers reached out and patted the Iron Life on the shoulder.

No, you have been very brave, and at the edge of the city, I see endless wreckage, and those soldiers protect the city with their lives until the destruction comes completely...... It's just that fate has not been kind to you, your performance is very good, some of the so-called strong people in the world I have invaded, compared to you, are like a group of monkeys, and their strong people can even take the initiative to collect lives and give them to us in order to survive.

"They just want to live, human beings are such strange beings, sometimes they can sell everything, including their souls, in order to live, and sometimes they can give away everything, including life, for the slightest honor." At this point, Jason turned his head to look at Marin: "Our Mr. Marin is the latter. ”

"Ha, I'm not that good, I just can let others live while I'm alive, I just don't want to be the kind of person who steps on other people's heads and climbs up, and in fact, the miscellaneous words of this kind can usually live a more wonderful life." Marin put down the box, then turned to look at them and smiled.

Truth be told, His Excellency Marin has in some respects an openness that the wisest sages of his time are ashamed of, but at other times he is more rigid in his words and deeds than the most pedantic theologians in the world.

Ailes sighed at Jason.

"I think so too, but that's why Mr. Marin deserves my loyalty, because he's probably the only one in the world who understands what it means to be before the Great Apocalypse." Jason said to Ayers, his electronic face full of embarrassment.

"Stop bragging, Ayles, Jason, we're leaving." Marin has already completed the space blockade over there, and is already opening the teleportation channel.

Jason's electronic expression was full of smiles, and he walked over to Marin, "Let's go, Ayles." ”

Yes, let's go. Ayers followed the mechanical head.

It was a very interesting thing to meet His Excellency Marin, and he gave Ayers a life course that was unique.

- Your Excellency Marin, you will definitely become a true god in the future.

In Ayers's view, a person like Marin can definitely become a superior god if he becomes a god, not based on faith or camp, just like the Lord of Justice and the Goddess of Fate, whose words and deeds are the purest embodiment of himself.

"I'm not going to be a god, what's the point of being one of those pathetic beings who are bound by the camp, what I want to do now is to let the lives under our feet and on the planets live, there are too many constraints to become a god, which is not conducive to my actions, not to mention...... Why should I become a god? Marlin stood in front of the open teleportation portal and looked at Ayres and smiled.

Ailes thought about it for a moment, and finally he smiled helplessly.

Yes, there is indeed not much reason, you have a lover who is more affectionate than Jin Jian, this alone is enough to make you nostalgic for this world, may this beauty last forever, Your Excellency.

"Yes, may the good last forever."

………………

Back in Copenhagen, Marin continued to live in the barracks, and the soldiers saw him as a motivation and a signpost to catch up, and Marin certainly would not fail them, and Marin had considered the personal prestige and the inconvenience that might be caused by it, but after His Majesty Mannheim gave Marin a marshal's medal, everything fell into place.

But Marin is really strange - this thing is completely different from nobility, nobility is not a rare thing, even if Marin has a fief, in the end it will be inherited by Lulu's child, and in the end, this child will also become a northern nobleman.

But the marshal chapter represents military power, except for a few marshals directly under the military department, which is a position that only dukes can touch, Marin is now a marshal, I am afraid that there will be nobles who can't sleep that night.

In this regard, Marin also specially asked the old fox of the Hagelberg family, who was also a little confused, in his opinion, giving a noble title is already an exception, even if Marin is a legend of legends, but it is still too much to give the marshal chapter.

However, considering that there was no opposition among the nobles, the old fox who was a little unsure of the situation finally made Marin live a more low-key life in recent times - for example, pushing the nobles' banquets, and sometimes refusing was also a way to show his attitude.

And he will also mention Marin's attitude to his old friends, and let them pass it on - Marin is not in the marshal's position, and when the war with Chaos is over, he will resign.

Speaking of which, Marin also wants them to understand that Marlin is really not uncommon for this marshal chapter, and if he is really rare, Marshal Farol or Marshal Sidney would already be in Marin's pocket.

But the soldiers were very happy - Lord Marlin became the marshal, which made the soldiers worry about whether Marlin would be driven away by the upper echelons of the nobility, and now these soldiers no longer have to automatically organize the guards to protect Marin, and Marlin can leave the barracks in the marshal's uniform without worrying about the soldiers having some kind of delusion of being killed because they can't see Marlin - you see, Marshal Marlin can't sit in the barracks every day and watch these fools stupid themselves die on the training ground.

He should also go to the officer's bar for a drink, and then go into the kitchen when he returns to prepare them a champion supper - the best non-commissioned officers of the day will get the chance to have a late night snack with Marin, although once they get it, they will have to wait a month before they can get a second chance.

After all, excellent non-commissioned officers need to appear on camera, and everyone has a chance and will not let the non-commissioned officers break their heads every day for this opportunity.

Of course, the non-commissioned officers' company will also get a supper, and in Marin's opinion, only the soldiers have such an opportunity that they can do their best to get this opportunity for their non-commissioned officer chief in the training battle.

At supper, sometimes Marshal Konstantin and another marshal would come over to eat, which Marin of course welcomed - the non-commissioned officers would be even more excited, after all, they had little chance to eat with the marshal, let alone two, except when they were in the trenches.

So there is also a saying among the non-commissioned officers that winning the first place is a proof of your strength, and getting the opportunity to eat supper with the two marshals is a reflection of your luck.

In this regard, whether it is Marin or Konstantin, they also laugh at the boasting of the soldiers.

It was not until the third week that Marin invited His Majesty the King of Mannheim, who had long heard of the extraordinariness of Marin's supper, and finally took Marin's invitation to the barracks with his queen.

His arrival debunked some of the rumors, and made the non-commissioned officer so excited that he had to be carried away by the medics.

Poor hapless bastard.