Marin never thought that these rat girls were master tailors. In his memory, those ladies and ladies back then were the age a master should be, not these rat girls who are shorter than him now.

Girl, even so, Marin was still very obedient and cooperated with the little guys to complete the measurement.

Well, the height has increased by two centimeters, which makes Marin very happy - he will soon reach 1.5 meters. The biological age of this body this year should be about 14 years old, and he should be able to reach 1.7 meters or even more before reaching adulthood.

High.

Very good, although the process is a bit tortuous, but when it comes to height, I believe everyone in the world is a complete consequentialist.

After measuring the data, Marin got dressed and exited the small room, leaving the rat girls to their work.

Back in the living room, Marin began to stroke Maya. While the cat girl was being stroked by Marin, she was talking to Marin about her studies in the church. Then she casually mentioned the arrangements for the competition day. I heard that they would be there on the first day.

Marin naturally agreed to the game and would definitely watch it when the time came.

Speaking of Maya, Big Woodland is really the most shining wonder in the herding world. The two great masters take turns teaching and herding sheep, so that Maya can even come to the Harvest Goddess Church to participate in the competition - because there are really no two great gods.

God knows where they went.

Marin sometimes wanted to ask them - is it okay for you to herd sheep like this?

To be honest, Marin actually asked two great gods about this question, and got the same answer - Shaman is the son of nature, education only guides Maya to become a shaman, and her achievements, her future

, she needs to get it from nature herself. All kinds of frosts compete for freedom, and my shaman is the most free-spirited.

To sum it up simply in human terms, it means everything happens as it happens.

I really believe in the evil deeds of you big woodland lunatics.

But considering that Maya has been very happy recently, and even a certain old father who has not been around for a long time has not been mentioned for a long time, this made Marin finally endure it.

Forget it, the most important thing is that Maya is happy. Even if she can only throw away lightning bolts, it is better than letting the girl stay in a daze at home all day long. At least... when Marin really can't make it for the moment, Maya can save herself, not

Sit back and wait for death.

This is very important because Marin has seen too many tragedies.

"By the way, brother, there is a training match the day after tomorrow. It is a training for the team from the same church. Do you want to come over and watch." Maya, who was sitting at Marin's feet and giving her tail to Marin to stroke, suddenly turned around and looked up.

He raised his head and looked at Marin and asked.

"No problem, Maya, we will come too." Faye, who was helping Marin settle accounts at a table nearby, said before Marin. Close beside her nodded, making her pair of rabbit ears flutter.

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"I can't come. My church mentor told me that if I follow you again, I will be removed from the church." Lilim smiled awkwardly.

Marin smiled and nodded in agreement: "It's okay, I will just come and watch your training battle." Then he looked down at Maya: "No problem, I will come and watch your training battle with your sister Jessica.

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"Hey, do you want to watch my game too?" Jessica, who was sitting by the stove, raised her head and looked at Marin.

"I won't favor one over the other, and the day after tomorrow happens to be when I can squeeze some time for those actors." Ma Lin replied with a smile.

"Okay, but I'll say the ugly thing first. If you make yourself stupid enough, I won't let you die because of this and be a widow." After Jessica finished speaking, she snorted unhappily.

, and then coiled back to the mat.

Several girls agreed, but Maya didn't say anything and just put her head on Marin's feet. This comforted Marin - only Maya understood her brother best.

"This debt can't be settled!" Faye threw away the pen and dragged Maya to the stove together with Cross and Lilim. The girls sat around happily and began to instill in Maya that only by uniting can we make peace.

The Marin Devil said something more honest.

Marin tilted his head and began to pretend to be dead.

What else could he do, should he argue with the girls?

Pull it down, Lily can make Marin walk away with nothing to eat with one push to the top.

………………

At the same time, Sigil City, the Tatak Canteen of the Prairie Elves.

Donald Shep pushed open the door to the canteen. The experience of being blocked by the legendary battle mage and stalker last night made him completely lose the idea of ​​making a few small bucks in Sidney United.

What, you said that Stalker is a Half-Step Legend? How long ago was that in the old calendar? Have you seen any Half-Step Legend Stalker driving a flash to chase down the Fallen Shadow Assassin for two streets, and it can still maintain its concentration at all times?

Plane anchors and one-way positioning coordinates.

If they hadn't been blocked in an alley and forced to make a choice between life and money, would Donald have had to flee to Sigil overnight?

He wouldn't dare to have a peaceful sleep without coming to this neutral city. After all, it was the combination of Mrs. Anna and Ms. Lina, the most terrifying combination in that plane. I heard that their mentors were the same person. Donald was going to say

That tutor must be a lunatic - this beautiful elf girl can be given away to a bumpkin from the Morwais family.

But he really didn't dare to say this out loud. The last time someone said this, his head was chopped off by a Panthio cat-man that day.

Who knows how many apprentices that lunatic taught?

It's really fatal.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Donald? Why are you here today?" The young elf waved to Donald. This elf is also a frequent visitor to this big canteen. Although he can't see through his identity, he always speaks

He felt a biting chill when he was close to him, which made Donald realize that this was definitely not a living being.

As for why he was still alive and kicking after drinking the soup with holy water as the base, that was not a secret that Donald wanted to know.

Sometimes, a secret is just as close as a deadly poison.

"Hello Ayres Huanong." Thinking of this, Donald greeted the elf.

"Hello, by the way, you don't look very good. Is there something wrong with you?" the elf asked, while taking a sip of the thick sacred juice, and then a stream of white smoke spurted out from his mouth: "Really

Great." The guy sighed, and then introduced this new drink to Donald.

"Thank you, I'm still the same as before, grilled ground dragon steak, chocolate snacks and an ordinary pure water."

As a fallen shadow assassin, Donald didn't want to have any close contact with holy water. If it weren't for Sigil's special neutrality, he wouldn't even want to sit near this person.

"You really don't know how to enjoy life." The elf said as he reached out and touched the butt of the prairie elf girl who walked by him.

"Mr. Ayers! You're here again!" The little prairie elf glared at the elf shyly.

"Hahaha, little Amy is still the cutest." The elf laughed, then took another sip of the drink in his hand, and then sprayed white smoke into the sky.

...This is also a mental illness.

Donald took the barbecue handed over by little Amy: "Thank you."

"Mr. Donald has always been such a gentleman." Putting the food ordered by Donald on the table, the little prairie elf said with a smile.

Donald smiled bitterly and nodded - in his hometown, everyone called him a bloodless killer, a butcher, and a pervert, but here, he was the gentleman in the mouth of this child.

Distance can indeed produce beauty.

With this thought in mind, Donald began to cut the meat, and then noticed that the elf raised his eyebrows at him.

After thinking for a while, he decided to speak first: "Mr. Ayers, do you have any questions?"

"I feel like you do have a problem. I remember that you are from Abild. Have you been in trouble recently?" The elf laughed when he said this: "I went there with two friends to do a business recently. It was quite unlucky.

, I encountered Square Ears, who was a hundred times scarier than little Amy. Two of my friends died, and I was the only one who escaped."

The square ears in Elf Ayres' mouth are the prairie elves. By saying this, he is almost admitting that he is an undead - the prairie elves are almost the natural enemies of the undead, which makes Donald have a good impression of this person.

After all, in Sigil, there are basically not many people who are willing to break away from their own mysterious personas.

"I was blocked by Mrs. Anna and Mrs. Lena." Thinking of this, Donald decided to tell the truth.

This made Ayers stunned: "Legendary battle mage Anna Morvesh and her follower Ms. Lena, you must have spent a lot of money to escape unscathed." Although the elf did not guess the answer,

His statement is already very close to the answer - after all, everyone knows that even legendary professions can rarely escape their pursuit.

Even saying that you can escape alive is sometimes a luxury.

"I promised not to kill anyone within ten years, and not to come close to Sidney United within ten years. I signed a fair contract and they let me go." At this point, Donald sighed: "I don't understand it either.

, where do they get the bottom line? Can that boy named Marin Gayat really grow to the point where even I can't kill him in ten years?"

The elf was silent for a moment, and then spoke cautiously: "Isn't the Marin you're talking about a little short, with a bunch of standing hair on his head, just like little Amy?"

This question made Donald silent for a moment. He looked at little Amy who was humming the songs of prairie elves in the rest area, and confirmed that he indeed had hairs standing on end on his head, just like the boy named Liu Jin said.

Yes, it's him, this elf is indeed a pervert.

Thinking of this, Donald nodded: "Yes, but he is much taller. I don't think he looks like a prairie elf."

"Mixed-race children. Sometimes mixed-race children can break through the shackles of height. Usually the other half of the mixed-race has a very powerful bloodline, for example... a giant."

"How is it possible? How is it possible for a prairie elf to combine with a giant?" Donald looked at Mr. Ayers: "There will be deaths."

"How is it impossible? It would be fine if the man is a prairie elf. You idiot, in the eyes of the female giant, you are just a little kid who is a little taller than the prairie elf." Ayres sighed after saying this.

Tone: "Since you mentioned Marin's appearance, I think I met him before, and I decided to run away when I saw him."

"You...ran away when you saw him?" At this point, Donald further confirmed the identity of this person - only the undead would run away when seeing a prairie elf.

"Aren't you going to run away and wait for death? Or if you beat the young one and the old one pops up, I have some confidence in killing him. But if an old thing like an old prairie elf paladin comes out, I'm afraid my body will be broken."

The only dead end option is the bottom of the iron pot." Ayers said this and looked at Donald: "By the way, how did you meet him."

"Someone asked me to kill him. I agreed to place the order to kill him today, but last night I was blocked by Mrs. Anna. I owed Mrs. Anna a favor back then. This time she said that I was willing to do it, but I
To be continued...