On the third day, the first one was finally built for the orange cat that the orange cat had commissioned to manufacture.

Marceau had a very comfortable time in the past two days, mainly because of the original spar named 'Little Overlord' made by the orange cat.

After she crushed the original hedron, she could enjoy a soothing time for twenty minutes to half an hour.

Living in this dangerous city, Marceau has to tense his nerves every day and is in a state of extreme depression.

But the little overlord rescued her from this state! Marceau felt that her gloomy life was beginning to shine.

"Dead line! Tell a few people to bring things up! ”

Marceau shouted to the second-in-command of the Sewing Gang from his hideout beneath the Sewing Gang's Tavern.

The dead line that used to respond immediately when I heard her orders was now silent.

"Dead line!"

Marceau shouted again, and she walked briskly to where the dead line was sitting.

"Boss! You can knock out a star here, and you can walk sideways after eating! ”

"I know, I'll tell you to find a block that can knock out the green mushroom."

Deathline was sitting around with a group of members of the Sewing Gang, all of whom were seeing glowing interfaces in front of them.

Marceau is using the orange cat's Overlord, and her men are also using the primordial hedron to relieve stress, and they are also selling it to their guests as a new joy concoction.

Although this thing is still in the stage of promotion, and only a few regular customers are willing to pay for it, Marceau just looks at this group of strong men, and they are so keen on picking mushrooms.

She could be sure... It's likely to take the city by storm in the future.

The premise is that Marceau wants to let these guys do the job at hand first, instead of hiding in the corner twenty-four hours a day and pressing the handle, and sometimes let out a 'hey, hey, hey' laugh.

"Get it all up!" Marceau's voice sounded as terrifying as a lion, and the moment she shouted, several sharp needles pierced into the arms of the Sewing Gang.

Marceau also has a bit of magic, the most important of which is to control the sewing needle and send it into the body of the enemy.

Feeling the pain, the Sewing Gang immediately stood up, and after seeing Marceau's terrifying expression, they quickly ran deeper into the Sewing Gang's hideout.

Marceau watched the group leave and had some headache to find a cigarette, this kind of tobacco is very rare in the city, and can only be found in the ruins of some buildings.

Only Marceau occasionally took one when she was happy, and a crimson inscription came out of her fingertips, and a flame of magic ignited the cigarette.

"Your friend at the Secret Club is pretty good."

Marceau let out a puff of green smoke and looked at Kurotail, who was sitting in the corner.

"That cat isn't from the Secret Society!" Kuroo said.

"Say whatever you want."

Marceau ignored Blacktail as one of the Sewing Gang's attendants hurried into the hideout.

"Master Marceau... Another guest named the original spar called 'Little Overlord'. The squire said.

"Let him wait." Marceau then said to Kuroo in a mocking tone, "It seems that the Laughter Mixture and the Black Water of the Quest will be left behind." ”

"You know you're selling protozolite." Kuroo said to the woman in a warning tone, "How long can you hide the patrol team?" ”

"As long as there is enough interest, those bastards on the patrol team will still keep their eyes closed." Marceau snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and walked straight upstairs.

At this time, the sewing gang removed a large wooden box from the warehouse, on which sat the orange cat that Blacktail was familiar with.

"I'm getting out of here."

"Hey, you haven't left yet..."

The voices of the black tail and the orange cat sounded almost at the same time, and the ten fingers of the black tail were tightly clasped to hear this sentence so strong that their joints turned white.

"You bastard!" After leaving this sentence, Kuroo got up from where he was sitting and ran straight out of the sewing gang's hideout.

It was too late for the rest of the Sewing Gang to stop it.

"I guess this guy is a girl." The voice of a thousand faces sounded from the orange cat's body at this time.

"It has nothing to do with me......"

Qiao Xiu controlled the orange cat and squatted on the first arcade machine built of wooden materials, and glanced left and right inside the hideout.

"Where's your boss?" Qiao Xiu asked.

"Marceau-sama will be here later."

The group of sewing gang members who had finished their work ran back to their sitting position in the next second, holding the handle of the little overlord and began to press it up.

"I'm worried about the future of this gang." Ciri whispered.

Marceau came down from the stairs while Joshua was using the orange cat to tune up the arcade machine.

"What can this wooden coffin do?"

Marceau walked around the one-man arcade machine, which seemed to her to be a coffin with a peculiar shape.

If it weren't for the amazingly good effect of the 'Little Overlord' made by the orange cat, Marceau would not have cooperated with Qiao Xiu so much to create this thing.

"Give me the least valuable coin."

Qiao Xiu asked the orange cat to stretch out her little paws to the woman in front of her.

Marceau took a rusty coin from the table on the other side, this one called the Rattooth Coin... One eagle claw has about fifty-seven rat teeth.

"How many of these do you have?" Qiao Xiu asked, weighing the rusty coin in his hand.

"As much as you want, no one will want this thing if it is thrown into the hands of that group of wanderers." Marceau said.

"Find me a bunch of these coins, this thing may go up in price in the future."

Qiao Xiu constructed the inscription, inscribed the code that would enable the arcade machine to be launched on this coin, and imprinted the coin with a sharp attribute with the deep letter 'V'.

This V-shaped character completely covers the rat mark on the surface of the coin.

"Now this coin is called Victory, and then... Look at the role of this coffin. ”

Qiao Xiu threw the floating coin on the orange cat's small paw into the coin slot of this arcade machine, and the inscription system inside the arcade machine sensed the mark engraved by Qiao Xiu on the coin, and the magic stored in it instantly worked.

A picture is projected onto the surface of the arcade machine, accompanied by music.

"New game again?" Marceau looked at this picture a little... Helplessly, she looked back at the group of sewing gangsters behind her, who were originally playing with Xiaobawang and raised their heads at this time.

"Hold this and try it."

Orange Cat pointed to a joystick on the arcade machine.

This rocker was specially made by Qiao Xiu from the original spar, and the whole was engraved with a reinforced inscription, unless it was powerful enough to be comparable to a bull and a tiger.

Otherwise, you won't be able to destroy this thing.

Marceau reached out and touched the joystick, and a warm energy began to flow into her body, exactly the same energy she had when she crushed the primordial crystal.

It's just not that intense.

"As long as you live long enough, you can stay in this state all the time." The orange cat pointed to the King of Fighters 97 behind him, who had already begun to choose people.