Marin didn't want to have trouble with that boy, because there was a soul about to enter old age in this child's body. His intention was right, but it was a pity that Marin was not a real mentor, so, since that is why

As for the person who admits his mistake, Marin doesn't mind letting the boy go.

If you have to spare others, spare them.

It's just that Marin can spare this boy, but the boy's elder relatives don't want to spare Marin, or...Marin hurt this kid, causing him to be unable to play. It's natural to be angry because of this.

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Therefore, when someone stood up in the mentor area of ​​the Church of the Night Goddess, Marin still felt that it was a bit natural - the other person was a skinny young man, wearing a loose robe, with his sleeves rolled up high.

As soon as he stood up, the child holding the sword beside him also stood up.

"Looks like a Thai, but not like a Thai." The instructor's voice sounded behind Marin.

"I don't know, the Church of the Night Goddess is not familiar with us." Another instructor said.

Marin smiled and stood up.

Feo had already pushed Gorehowl out of his satchel, and Lorraine rolled up Marin's shotgun.

Marin turned to look at Lorraine, who thought for a moment, put down the gun, and wrapped it around Marin's right hand, eventually turning into a knife in Marin's hand.

Marin turned to look at Feo, who thought for a moment, threw the blood roar aside, ignored its roar, and returned it to Marin's left hand, eventually turning into another knife.

The straight-edged, thick sword has a broad back, and looks like the one in the boy's hand holding the sword.

Someone stood up over there and wanted to advise the young man, but his advice had no effect. The latter pushed him away, pulled out the sword from the arms of the child holding the sword, and walked towards Marin.

Everyone in the Mage Tower looked a little helpless, but they still wanted to stop this farce as soon as possible.

Marin thought for a while, then let go of Lorraine's hand. Lorraine fell to the ground. He quickly rushed to the side, picked up the white glove, handed it to his owner, and watched him throw it to

That young man, and then this twig of the World Tree quickly became a weapon in Marin's hands again.

"I'm sorry, I usually don't wear gloves." After the young man said this, he used his sword to remove his gloves. Then the next second, he appeared in front of Marin, and the stabbing sword penetrated the afterimage left by Marin.

Turning around, the drawn sword stopped before the finish line. Marin blocked the sword that was about to slit his neck with the sword in his right hand, and stabbed his opponent with the sword in his left hand.

Turning sideways to get out of the way of the stabbing, the young man stepped back and made a deft slide to get past Marin's pursuit. After thinking for a moment, Marin, who was not pursuing the pursuit, reintegrated the two branches of the World Tree.

Holding the sword in his left hand and supporting the sword body with his right hand, Marin narrowed his eyes.

The young man didn't seem to have much patience. He advanced quickly. Marin had to use the tail of the sword hilt to block the long sword from cutting his head. At the same time, the raised blade cut through the opponent's sleeve. At the last moment, the young man once again

A beautiful slide to pass Marin's cut.

Pulling away, holding knives in both hands, and fighting each other with blades, Marin began to think about the identity of the other party.

Judging from his appearance, he looks like a southerner, and his black hair seems to illustrate the fact that he is a southerner.

It's just that Tainan people don't have golden eyes, let alone an elf-like face.

Mixed race?

With such doubts, Marin blocked the swing of the sword with his sword, and at the same time slammed into the young man with force. The latter was unable to compete with Marin in terms of strength. He dexterously let go of Marin's impact - in

The moment Marin's impact was about to touch him, the young man disappeared in front of Marin again.

Behind him, left or right, the moment of thinking did not allow Marin to make a decision. In the end, Marin used the sword as a staff, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and while flipping upside down, Marin saw that the young man's thrust had already reached the end.

However, he seemed to have failed to think of Marin's movements and subconsciously kicked the long knife, trying to make Marin lose his balance.

The two twigs of the World Tree came loose as Marin turned over with force and floated into the air. The young man who failed to kick the entity almost fell down, but he still controlled himself and once again assumed a thrusting stance.

, ready to end it all when Marin lands.

In the air, two branches of the World Tree began to transform again under Marin's thoughts. Feo transformed into a sword shape, while Lorraine wrapped its companion in a sheath.

Marin controlled his posture during the flip, holding the sheath in his left hand and the sheath in his right hand. The moment he landed on the ground, the young man's thrust had already arrived.

Marin raised the sheath of his left hand backwards. While knocking away the thorn, the upright sheath tail hit the young man's right eye socket hard. He ducked to let him make a remedial slash, took a step back, and retracted the sheath.

At the waist, the sword was drawn out in an instant. The long sword turned into a twig of the World Tree broke the long sword that the young man used to block, and then hit him hard in the face.

The young man flew into the distance in a soaring posture, and finally landed on the ground in front of their mentor area.

After sheathing the knife, Marin turned around and walked to the bench to sit down. He put Gorehowler back into his shoulder bag. Seeing the young man standing up with his face covered, Marin smiled.

The tender trees of the World Tree cannot kill good people. Their attacks on targets of the good camp are more like a treatment. Although this young man acted erratically, he was still a good camp existence, so he did not die.

If he was from the neutral camp, the blow just now would have caused him pain for at least ten days and a half. Although it would not be fatal, he would definitely not be able to stand up anyway.

If he is from the evil camp, then if he was hit in the face just now and he can leave a whole corpse, that is because the gods show mercy.

"Why do you know how to draw swords from the Tainan people?" Instructor Emmet Selk looked at Marin and asked.

"I have learned a little bit. It was taught to me by the tutor of the church. The elves like the sword-drawing skills of the Tainan people very much." Marin said, while noticing that the mixed-race man finally made a gesture of surrender to him-putting his hands on his body.

Front, lower your head forty degrees.

Standard elf actions.

Smiling and nodding, Marin turned to look at the game stands: "How long are you going to be stunned? There is still some time before dark. Do you need me to buy you some water?"

So the training battle on the stage began to continue. Marin cupped his chin and watched, very bored. The battles of the middle-grade apprentices from other areas were like playing house in Marin's eyes, and his reaction was even worse than those against him all year round.

The Carter Castle Apprentice Group.

"Mr. Marin seems to look down on the strength of these children." A fellow church tutor from another area sat on the bench behind Marin and smiled awkwardly.

"Well... the senior apprentices can still play well, but the middle-grade students can't. Many of their bodies have not fully grown. Whether it is reaction or strength, they have not reached their peak period." Marin said.

He didn't look back. His voice sounded like that of an old man. Marin could only tell the truth. Just because his voice sounded old, he couldn't go against his will and say it wasn't because fighting was too boring, but because he didn't sleep well last night.

If it were a fool like Logan who said this, he might believe it, but for such an old man behind him, it would be better not to humiliate himself.

"You haven't entered your peak period either." Mentor Emmet Selk rolled his eyes at Marin: "The person you are talking to is Archbishop Simon Tobit."

Marin turned around and saw a kind-faced old man. The latter smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Marin is not wrong. Although he looks like just a child, Mr. Marin is a fourth grader who was refused to participate.

"Sheng, I just fought well. That boy is a member of the High Elf clan under the command of the Night Goddess. He is a mixed race, but he always thinks of himself as a real High Elf. If you can teach him a lesson, it will be a great help to me and us."

"Maybe he has a weird temper, but he is not a bad person."

"Isn't that right? Just because people are not bad, you can just teach them a lesson like this."

The old man looked very happy, but Marin felt that he didn't know that the twigs of the World Tree could not kill a good person.

He thought that Marin had reserved his strength. Maybe everyone thought that Marin had reserved his strength, but in fact, Marin had no strength at all in that last blow. It was just because of the special effect of the twigs of the world tree: it could not kill the target of the good camp, so this kid

That's why he couldn't die.

If he were to switch to another camp, such as lawful evil, Marin felt that this kid would have rigor mortis.

At this time, the two teams on the stage had finally finished fighting. The next ones to come up were the team from Fort Carter and a team said to be from the Eastern Province called Dasheng.

Marin sat up straight, crossed his legs, and watched his own Jessica leading the team onto the stage.

"To be honest, your team at Castle Carter has pretty good weapons. I've seen that they are all standard weapons of the dwarves. I haven't heard that your leader at Fort Carter has any established dwarf craftsmen." The archbishop used his horse.

Lin could hear the whisper clearly.

"The dwarf craftsmen who belong to me were built by them for the apprentices of Carter Castle..." After saying this, Marin was silent for a moment, and then said with a long face: "Speaking of which, old man, there is no kid who doesn't know that the sky is high and the sky is high.

Ask my people to borrow some money, right?"

"How is it possible? You can't be embarrassed by this." The old man smiled and refuted Marin's guess. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes. The battle on the field had already begun: "That werewolf girl has activated her orc bloodline. No need.

Fight, Master Emmett Selke, stop the game."

So Instructor Emmet Selk stopped the game. The apprentice leader of the other team was dissatisfied, but was still pushed off the stage by his own instructor.

"I feel that the opponent's team may not be able to fight." Marin looked at the old man.

The latter shook his head: "It is true that he has the strength to fight, but fighting to the death is not the consciousness that should be used on his fellow believers of the goddess. If you have this consciousness, go to the real competition field and use it."

Marin raised his eyebrows and agreed with the old man's statement: "You are right, I took it for granted."

"Of course, your battles are never drills. Every battle is a life-and-death battle. It's normal that you don't understand." When the old man said this, he noticed that Jessica walked towards Marin after she left the field. He motioned to Marin to go.

Front view: "The werewolf girl looks like she's here to see you."

"Yes." Marin nodded and reached out to hold the werewolf girl's hand: "The fight was good, but you should suppress your power. Today's battle is a training battle. Once you activate the power of blood, the opponent will not be able to fight at all.

If you don't fight, you've wasted an opportunity to understand your own strength before a real battle."

"I didn't remember until I opened it." The werewolf girl replied with an embarrassed smile.

Marin gave Jessica a thumbs up: "Okay, sit here and watch Maya's game."

At this time, Faye's messenger landed on Marin's head, and Marin took a look at the communication note belonging to Faye that the messenger brought him.

"Faye's father is back." Marin looked at Jessica and said, "It looks like you need to find a place to solve the problem of food and lodging tonight."

"Our Majesty came back earlier than expected." The old bishop took out the pocket watch in his arms and took a look at it, then looked at Marin pointedly: "Speaking of which, I have never believed you and this child Faye.

When we got together, I thought you were just a shield for her, but now it seems that I thought too much."

"No, I am indeed her shield." Marin retorted with a smile: "I am her shield, her sword, her embankment, and her lover. We walk together and support each other."

"You young people are so nice to talk to. I'm jealous of you old people." The old man laughed and looked at Instructor Emmet Selk, who also smiled awkwardly: "Young people, speak up.

I just like it to be more elegant."
To be continued...