When Marin opened his eyes again, he saw a completely different room décor, and he was sitting alone on a soft sofa in the center of the hall.

Diving again? Marin thinks the number of dives he's been diving too much lately?

As he was thinking this, Marin heard a shout from the window, and walked to the window, where he saw a strange city, white smoke from the chimneys of the factory clusters represented in the distance, and the streets below were crowded with people in the same period style as the last time Marin had seen them.

"The Northern Sacred Group has issued a final battle power! We've won! A newsboy shouted in his childish voice.

Well...... Times have changed.

With such an exclamation, Marin looked at the city in front of him, some sighs, some doubts, but in the end, everything in front of him still made Marin feel better - there seemed to be some changes, the last time I heard the kid named Mars say that after the end of the war, the Southern Covenant group is said to have fought all the money, and this time it looks far better than the last time.

With Marin's eyesight, he could still see the faces of the people on the streets, far better than what Mars had said before, and even starved people to death.

Came to the mirror and looked at himself, well, a very normal child.

Although it is not himself, but thinking that this time he is looking at the future world through his own heirs, Marin feels that it is difficult to see the kid named Mars again?

Well...... Possibly, but in any case, let Marin go downstairs and have a look.

After getting dressed and finding his wallet in his pocket, Marlin went downstairs and took a newspaper from a newsboy, who was about to take out his wallet, but heard the kid shouting: "Sir, today the entire Fort Carter newspaper group, including the Fort Carter Times, will distribute a free newspaper, and we have won!" ”

"Respect for victory." Marin smiled and nodded.

I grabbed the newspaper and glanced at the front page - the Holy Bloc of the North announced its acceptance of unconditional surrender, and the five-year war came to an end.

Marin didn't look at the newspaper again, he just thought...... It seems that the investment I have increased has finally paid off.

That's enough.

Walking on the streets, more and more citizens walked out of their apartments, and more workers in blue overalls also appeared on the streets.

More and more people are joining the crowd of revelers.

Every now and then, a little girl would come over and hug Marin or give her a kiss.

Marin is always happy with a smile and a hug.

The dwarves began to push carts full of barrels, and handed out alcoholic beverages when they saw people.

The halflings followed the dwarves, pushing carts with various kinds of food, marked with various prices, Marin did not know the value that the numbers represented, but judging by the happy way they were sold out, the city was not yet exhausted.

"Come on! Human boy! Wine! The dwarf gave Marin a cup and poured it full of wine.

"To victory!" They shouted so loudly.

"To everyone." Marin smiled and raised his glass, then drank it down.

The dwarves laughed and hugged Marin, then they pushed the cart on, and the halfling came to Marin with the empty cart, and he opened the lower cabinet of the cart and took out a piece of bread from it: "Come! Gratuitous! ”

"Thank you." Marin took the bread and took a bite...... It's white bread, and although it doesn't taste very good, I don't know what was added, but it means that the flour supply is still there, and the farmers' income is not too bad...... No, in this day and age, maybe it's better to call them farmers.

"Next time welcome to the three-and-a-half-foot bakery at 193 Maya Avenue, kid, when this year's new flour comes on the market, we'll be able to eat the best Fort Carter white bread again." The halfling embraced Marin, then chased his cart towards the dwarves.

Marin was silent for a moment, and he looked at his clothes - there was a question, why did it feel like everyone in the city knew him, and everyone liked him?

Who could be the owner of this body?

Marin had seen the appearance of this body before, an ordinary human appearance, not very old, and he didn't think it should be so loved.

As he was thinking so, Marin saw a veteran soldier with a prosthetic leg and half of his skull still fixed with a steel plate.

Such a veteran looked at him, and finally came over and rubbed Marin's head: "Child, the war is over, we are victorious. ”

"Yes, sir, we have won." Marin looked at the middle-aged man.

"In what year did your father and mother die?" The middle-aged man asked, and then looked at Marin's puzzled expression, and he sighed with some self-reproach: "I'm sorry, I asked a question that will make you sad, the only child in Fort Carter who can wear a double-breasted Invalides trench coat is you, Mr. Ingmar Jane House." ”

"Hats off, little sir, your father and mother have saved countless people with the information they exchanged for their lives." He said this, and then hugged Marin: "I am leaving, may you be safe and happy." ”

"May you have no pain or disaster in this life." Marin smiled - he understood that the child also had the surname House, and that the child's father and mother had died generously to save the lives of countless people.

This is my Marin's heir, a man has the honor of death, and there is no shame of life.

Marin moved forward with the crowd.

Some people began to sing, while others began to cry, the war was over, and everyone was unique in their way of venting.

There are men and women who are hooked up and laughing to the beat, there are girls kissing their equally young lovers in the street, and Marin also sees the old couple walking hand in hand.

There are also elderly veterans holding various musical instruments, beating out of tune notation that they can't bear to listen to.

Marin looked at all of this and was full of joy - it was really good that what he had done changed the world.

Tired from walking, Marin sat down on the edge of the fountain - it was empty, it looked like it hadn't worked in a while, and he didn't have to worry about getting wet with the water that came out.

Marin looked around until he noticed Mars—the kid had barely changed.

Waving at the child, Marin immediately noticed this side when he saw him - it looked the same as the last time, Marlin's appearance should still be in the form of an energy body in the eyes of this child.

"It's nice to see you again, kid." Marlin looked at the little one, whether it was this child, or this child he was using his body now, these children behaved in a way that pleased Marin.

Although Marin was sad to lose them, the thought of them sacrificing for their ideals made Marin feel that there was nothing wrong with his education.

"I've already fled to District 10, thank you ancestor, I used the method you taught me to kill the other two guys who were chasing me, and those two guys wouldn't have thought that the bullet could really turn." Mars said excitedly—and I think so, after all, in this day and age, there are not many people who can be as imaginative as Marin.

"What's next?" Marin asked.

"I'm going to get stronger, I found my father's new diary, his lurking is preparing to find the leader of the Dead Eye Group on the third floor of the nest capital, and he finally died at the hands of the Dead Eye Group for the justice he wanted to protect...... I will avenge him. ”

To hear this sentence come out of the child's mouth, Marin was relieved and angry - relieved that the child still loved his father, and wanted to avenge his father no matter what; The urgency is that this little cub wants to avenge his father without any ability, I don't know what it means to be a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, isn't it?

"Son, think about it, is your current strength enough for your revenge?" Marin asked.

"No, but Ancestor, if I don't think about revenge every day, I'm afraid I'll forget all this one day."

The persistence and sadness in the child's eyes were written on his face.

"But at least learn how to laugh, kid." Marin reached out and patted the child's head, then got up: "Come, child, go back to my room, I will teach you some means of survival." ”

The child followed Marin back to his residence, and when he entered the room, the child hesitated: "Your body this time is Ingmar Jane House?" ”

"It should be, what's wrong, do you know him?"

"Of course I did, he was a very strange house in his time...... How can I say it......" The young boy was a little speechless.

Marin thought about it for a moment and decided to let the kid introduce himself.

"Ingmar Jane House had already established a black state, ayahuasca, in her teens, and was a gentleman who had a lot of experience."

Listening to Mars's speech, Marin was silent for a while: "Does he understand?" ”

Marin asked.

"Are you questioning the Pope of Fort Carter?"

Mars asked rhetorically.