Mr. Tim, who had been smashed in the head, took a moment to realize that he was in front of the real World Tree Twig, and immediately nested like a quail - as we all know, most of the owners of the World Tree Twig are powerful people, and in this year, the only young man in front of him is Marin Gayat of Carterburg.

Who is Marin Gayat?

If you let the elves say, then Marin is a man who is destined to become a sage, and his wisdom alone is enough to ignite the beacon of civilization.

For the dwarves, Marin is a great god of craft, if he can, he is a dwarf, and the dwarves are willing to put him on the throne one day in the future.

In the eyes of the halflings, Marin may be a little unkind, but like the dwarves, they are just as pleased with all the drawings that Marin provides, and if they can, they are willing to help Marin in this matter - a true god of craftsmen, the god of the world, which has never been seen in this world.

As for other identities, there are a lot of them, such as the rising star of the Mage Tower, the darling of the Lord of Justice and a guy who is inconvenient to say, a high-level psyker, in short, even the identity of the red-robed chief priest of the Harvest Goddess Church is something that Mr. Tim can't afford to provoke - wizards still belong to the kind of existence in the eyes of the church whose head is equivalent to currency, and it can be regarded as the kind of existence that has killed mistakes and has not let go.

As soon as Marin spoke, I was afraid that countless witch hunters would rush over and slaughter Tim, an old man who didn't open his eyes.

And most of the people like Mr. Tim who can enter the wizards' assembly are human spirits, and even if they are not, they should understand whether they are people or ghosts sitting in front of them after being here for a long time.

Marin didn't want to play any mystery - mystery is the last resort for the protagonist when his strength is not worthy of his status, although the whole body is full of pretending elements, but at the root of it, there is only one word to solve a thousand sorrows, after all, there is an idiom that says well, brocade clothes walk at night.

These four words speak to some of the most likable elements of the story - what to pretend.

Of course, if it is the kind of habitual offender who is full of elements of pretending to be a Buddha, Marin can only say that everyone has their own good, and this world will not say that there is no room for a pretending king.

As for understanding the king...... This kind of king, it is better to send it to the guillotine a little earlier - the special edition of Louis XVI.

And Marlin doesn't need any mystery now, he just wants to sit here and tell all wizards that the wizarding heaven of Fort Carter does exist, and I don't care if you want to be a man or a ghost, anyway, there is a bridge to be a man, and I will surpass your way when the time comes.

At the end of the meeting, Marin gave a fruit to all the newcomers, and then sat down in the gratitude of the newcomers, and watched everyone leave the scene.

"Your Excellency, why didn't you go?"

"I think that Your Excellency Marlin is like handing out money at every meeting, and I can't help but wonder how much fruit you still have in your pocket." The old man looked at Marin and said this, and after he finished speaking, he smiled and raised his top hat: "Your Excellency, I am very grateful to you for being able to help our Eastern Kingdom, and if I can, I am willing to use two free services as a thank you." ”

"Then remember your oath, Your Excellency, Good Afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Lord Marin." As he left through the passageway, Marlin snapped his fingers, and as the portal back to Fort Carter opened, Marlin dragged his family back to Fort Carter.

There was still some time before the night, Marin simply received the messenger of Regensburg - the routine of His Majesty the Morvis family, and asked about the progress of the new city several times a month, Marin felt that there must be something wrong with this old man, is he alone in the hall of Regensburg No one to talk to him has Alzheimer's, I really want to be idle and open a teleportation channel to come and see for myself, this kind of drama of writing letters and sending them back and forth is not fun, and he also tosses the messenger with a huge meow.

But he couldn't stop the old man from liking it, so Marin could only talk to the messenger with a pleasant face, read the letter, wrote a reply, and then sealed the mouth with wax in a very boring way, and then asked Revo to stamp it with the seal of Marin's family, and then asked the messenger to bring the letter back.

Of course, letter to pay, who let this old guy also play this set.

Nova was very insightful about this, and more than once sighed in a weird way afterwards that no one in her family could toss Marin so much, which made Marin a little strange: "Didn't you say that your father and the father of the Morwis family are good brothers." ”

"Yes, but my father has been lying in the family cemetery for years." Nova was silent for a moment: "I really want to be like this, and I envy the happy way Faye looks every time she receives a letter from her father. ”

Yes, not only are you envious, but you are also jealous.

Marin stroked the girl's head: "Don't be afraid, you see, isn't there still ...... I'm liking you. ”

I almost told everyone and Nya about it.

Marin felt that if she said this, the girl might ask who Nya was—Marin, Marin, woe from the mouth.

He had warned himself that Marlin was involved in the dinner process while occasionally feeding Madame Spotted's three little bastards with sliced pieces of meat - after all, these three little cubs had grown up, and they had evolved from cute little bastards to little bastards.

In other words, if Marin doesn't look at them, these little bastards will tear down their homes.

It's not like Astish...... If this method of dismantling didn't use Marin, the girls would have wielded the butcher's knife a long time ago.

This little bastard has recently been fond of grinding his paws, and he dismantles a sofa every week - it is still a wooden sofa made by Jessica herself, which makes the wolf girl half angry.

Marlin turned the twigs of the World Tree into claw mills, and within an hour, the three little bastards were hung upside down in the living room by Fio and his legs.

As a last resort, Marin asked the blacksmith to beat a few iron plates, thinking that he would be fine if he did this, but the first iron plate only lasted eleven days, and the sound of the little bastards grinding their claws was definitely not a terrible noise that humans would like.

In the end, Marlin could only grind the claws of these little bastards with his own hands, and this live Marlin let others try it, a local animal trainer in Fort Carter, who sharpened the claws of the eldest of the three little bastards, and the person was almost gone.

Even the girls can't, the boss is making an attack move, and at the same time, he is forced by the reality of the girls' force value, so he can only pitifully put on the kind of tearful cat head expression of 'don't come here', which makes Marin a little careful - after all, it is the three little cubs entrusted by Mrs. Spotted.

So everything is done by Marin, and these three little bastards also recognize Marin.

After cutting the meat and putting the leftovers into a pot, Marin sat down in the living room and fed the three little bastards.

The boss will protect the food, the second eats with his head stuffy, and the third eats quickly, and is beaten by the boss from time to time.

And then every time I remember to eat or not.

Marin pulls the boss's ears every time to educate him, and every time this guy whines, and then continues to work next time, beating his brother is never soft.

The three are all male leopards, and it seems that they will still score their nests in the future, and Marin began to think about what kind of owner to find for them - the eldest and the second are given away, and the third is left at home.

But after thinking about it for a while, Marin felt ...... You say that this Carter Fort is so small, who is the better to find the scourge?

Logan? Forget it, give the boss to this kid, maybe when you will have to attend the funeral of this unlucky guy.

The Sheldon of the Briss family? That's a good choice, but what about the eldest or the second?

The boss has a very short temper, and the Briss family are giants, so they should be able to cure this big cat that is growing up.

The second child is a foodie, and his temper is good, unlike the third child, who is anxious, but his temper is a little cowardly, and he is beaten by his brother every day at the meal.

Why don't you let Logan try the second foodie? Logan now has money, and the second one has a better temper, Marin thinks there should be no problem, and asks them when the time comes.

If not, Raguer is also a good choice - after all, he is also a giant.

To other old friends, Marin felt bad - not that there was a problem with their wallets, but that there was a problem with their force value, and that they could not fight, which was a matter of life.

Thinking of this, Marin noticed that the three little bastards had already eaten the meat.

The second child collapsed at Marin's feet, the third child was on Marin's instep, and the eldest jumped on the sofa and pillowed his head on Marin's lap.

Marin rubbed the boss's head - hey, you said that there is really no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, and the three cubs left by Mrs. Spotted, who jumped on the train for the sake of the little cubs in her womb, have also grown up.

Thinking of this, Marlin noticed that Rivo was giving a raise.

An uncontrollable drowsiness swept over us.

………………

"Jessica, call Marlin here, this guy is lazy again after feeding the cat." With the food ready, Lilim took off her apron, and the Leibig sheep girl, who was in charge of cooking today, gave orders to the werewolf sisters, who were also idle.

The latter nodded, trotting away from the large table.

"I'm stealing again." Cross shook her head, "That's right, Matilda." ”

"Their church has a training session today, let her go over and teach those apprentices how to shoot guns, and she is the tallest of the short." Faye said as he asked his rat maids to bring food to the long table.

"As one of the most non-musket-free canines in the house, if Matilda teaches the children how to shoot, will it teach them badly?" Nova clasped her hands to her chest with some unease.

"Probably not, the Church of Justice usually likes to use shotguns the most, and our Matilda has a knack for using this thing." Maya walked to the long table with the grilled fish she had made.

"She's got a handle on it." Lilim laughed as she noticed that the wolf girl had returned alone.

"Where's Marin?" She asked.

"Asleep." She replied.

“…… I've had a hard time Marlin lately. Nova sighed.

They all saw how busy their lover had been lately.