Marin sat in the stands and watched the mentors from both sides fighting on the stage. To be honest, after the apprentices finished fighting, he wanted to take the girls away and find a restaurant to eat before it got dark.

A warm meal.

It's a pity that Marin didn't know that there was such a link. After the apprentices finished playing, the mentors from both sides would personally play a few games to show the fun to the children.

It’s also hard work.

While Marin was thinking this, he noticed the little mice walking in. They looked around, and one of them spotted Marin, so they ran over quickly carrying the box in their hands.

Speaking of which, why do they appear here?

With such doubts, Marin saw them go through the small door and onto the stand, and then handed the boxes to Marin under the attention of many people.

Marin opened one of them and saw his favorite barbecue, which was still hot. He looked inside the box and found that there was a thermal insulation circle carved into it.

"Okay, it's time to eat." Marin greeted the girls, then found a small platform to sit down and ate with the girls.

However, Marin did not take action first, but looked at these rat girls: "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten it," said the older sister, Rat Girl, while her youngest sister was a bit disappointed and said she hadn't eaten it yet.

"Then let's eat together. There's so much. Your sister Faye has already prepared it for you." Marin waved, and the mouse girls looked at each other's eldest sister, who looked at Marin as if

I wanted to find something out of Marin's face.

But in the end she could only see the smile on Marin's face, which was sincere and could not be faked.

Finally, the rat girls joined in. They liked cakes made from grains very much. Marin also noticed that the youngest of the rat girls, the one who spoke in the language of the Bighorn Rat all day long, ate very wildly, eating half a piece of cake in one bite, which made him

Marin wondered if this girl was some kind of container... but it was not like he had not used his psychic detection to look at this girl and found that there was nothing wrong with her at all. The teeth in her mouth had not degenerated into fangs, and she had no fur.

, not as degenerate and twisted as Cross.

Marin also asked Faye that she had never heard of any problems with this little girl, and she usually didn't speak Big Horn, but she would speak like this when she was very excited.

It really gave Marin a headache. He had to try to get Xiaojiao to change her speaking habit, otherwise something would happen one day.

After all, the crystal wall system in this world is being weakened. Who knows if there will be someone from the world who has PTSD against rats, and I am not sure that this guy's symptoms will suddenly become severe when he hears this girl talking.

attack.

Be careful of the ship that sails for ten thousand years.

After eating, Marin sat there and watched the little mice finish the rest, then they packed up and prepared to leave.

"Thank you Mr. Marin for your hospitality," their sister said.

Marin smiled. He reached out and rubbed the mouse girl's head. Her big ears were surprisingly soft: "This is the food you deserve for your hard work. Go back to your sister Faye."

around."

The rat girls bowed their heads and bowed before retreating.

Marin was a little surprised when he saw the old bishop waving to him. He glanced at the girls and motioned them not to move around, and then walked over.

"What's wrong."

"The Church of the Goddess of Darkness hopes that you can fight with the people they send here again." The old bishop said with a smile.

"Why are they so stubborn and fighting with white gloves?" Marin wanted to laugh a little - didn't they just finish the fight? What happened to them? Do they want to regain their face?

How much is face worth? I sell train leather here.

"No, they think your skills are very good, and they want you to compete with their young mentor. You can fight harder." The old man said it lightly, but in fact, Marin, who was even more agile, finally nodded.

This is a way of giving the old man some face: "Okay, who is the opponent?"

The old man pointed at the stage. Marin turned around and saw a young man wearing a mentor-style short robe smiling at him.

Marin was a little confused about what the other party was thinking, but basically, Marin already understood what they were thinking: "They want to find a mage to regain the situation."

"You can say that, but I think this kid has no hope of winning in a fight with you. You should go up and play with him."

"Okay." Marin nodded and put the satchel aside. Milani jumped out of Marin's hood, and Bip stuck his head out. It beeped, trying to confirm whether it was about to withdraw from the battle.

Marin raised his eyebrows, so the little thing took out his hood and stood with Milani.

Marin took off his leather coat and put on a long-sleeved mage robe. As he walked up, the two twigs of the World Tree in his hand began to combine, and finally a staff took shape in Marin's hand.

Looking at this long staff that was taller than Marin, the mage from the Church of the Goddess of Darkness who was holding the sword was a little curious - Marin's dress was a very classical mage configuration. At that time, the mage used a long staff to power his spells.

type of increase, and now, revolvers, long swords, and battle mages are the mainstream in this world.

Marin smiled: "Let's get started."

"I'll count to three," said the old bishop in the audience.

"You can cast the spell first." The battle mage said while waving the long sword in his hand: "Otherwise, when the time comes and I get close, the form will be very beneficial to me."

Marin shook his head: "No need."

The three-two-one countdown ended quickly. The young man started with a trick, trying to interfere with Marin's spell and at the same time go around to Marin's free hand side.

But Marin took a step sideways to let go of the spark that went straight to the door. At the same time, he paused the long staff in his hand, and the silent fireball came out of his hand. While interrupting the young man's movement, Marin took a step back and withdrew from him.

The charging distance - the battle mage's charge is combined with flash, which is a method that can hit the target without taking a second. Marin himself has used it to kick his apprentice away more than once, so he will naturally guard against this kid.

At the same time, the silent magic spell was more than half completed. The young man noticed that the distance was not enough, so he cast another magic spell. Unfortunately, it was an illusion. Marin did not accept this trick at all. The completed spell followed Marin's movement.

He snapped his fingers and started working. A lightning bolt came out of his hand. The young man caught the arrow with his sword and guided it into the air - a very normal operation for a battle mage, but it could only deal with lightning bolts. If Marin used one

He dared to catch the broken stone with his sword, and Marin was able to break the sword and its owner into the wall.

The young man wanted to pursue, but his feet were wrapped around a vine that suddenly came out from under the ground. When he had to cut off the vine with his sword, Marin, who started the fourth one-ring technique, took a picture of himself.

An acceleration spell, and then approached the young man. After the latter cut off the vine, he also approached Marin very boldly. Then in the face of the absolute power difference, Marin first used a long staff to swing the long sword in his hand away.

The latter escaped, and was finally caught by a mentor, otherwise it would have fallen among the apprentices.

And Marin turned around and opened and closed the classical staff technique. It is most suitable for a strong master to teach heroes from all walks of life to be a new man. However, Marin did not come to the stage to kill people this time, so the tail of the staff hit him.

He grabbed the young man's lap, causing him to lose his balance and fall to his knees. Then he turned around again and tapped his head with the tip of the stick.

If it's true, this kid will be miserable for at least a few hours.

This is thanks to the fact that he is not a guy from the evil camp. If he is... then his head should be a representation of the past tense.

Marin stretched out his hand and shook hands with this young man who was still frightened.

"You are so strong, but you still hold back. You are playing with me, right?" The young man was a little embarrassed because he found that Marin defeated him as a battle mage in the form of a classical mage. This time

The battle must have been recorded, and presumably the battle videos will be watched by mages from all walks of life.

"Although it hurts to tell the truth, it is true." Marin really couldn't figure out how to explain to this guy. He couldn't tell him that except when I was swinging your sword away, I was useless at other times.

Use your strength, especially the last click. If you don't control it, your head may be gone.

The young man smiled helplessly, but he still saluted very gentlemanly, and then raised Marin's hand. Before he kissed it, Marin knocked him to the ground with a stick, and then walked down expressionlessly.

.

"Girl, why are you beating him again?" The old bishop of the Church of Dark Night stood next to the old man of the Church of the Harvest Goddess. Seeing this, he asked a little unclearly - he could see that Marin had stopped. If

He had just taken away his hand. Judging from the previous battles, this young man was no longer covering his head and howling.

"I'm a man." Marin tilted his head, looked at the friendly instructors who were about to rush up, and smiled: "Do any of you want to fight with me?" The instructors dispersed one after another.

Marin returned to the two old men: "I'm a little unhappy now. I'm not famous enough and I'm cute. Is it my fault?"

"It's definitely not your fault, little brother. Although you don't look like a man, ah, I mean you look more like an elf." The old bishop noticed the murderous intent in Marin's eyes.

Changed his opinion very quickly.

Marin was about to hit the old man. When he heard the second half of his words, he didn't know how to deal with it... He really accepted it. Is being handsome a sin?

"Well, to be honest, for elves, this kid is a bit short." His old bishop sighed and looked at Marin: "Young man, let me give you a suggestion. You can try to comb your hair like a man."

This can effectively deter young people who don’t know what’s going on.”

"Is it effective?" Marin looked at his mentor Emmet Selke, who was flicking the tips of his hair, so Marin stretched out his hand to roughly style a hairstyle similar to his: "Is this so?"

He looked at the two old men.

The two old men looked at each other with a somewhat indescribable feeling.

Marin was silent, and then frantically wanted to hit someone.

However, he failed to hit anyone in the end because the girls came over quickly and dragged Marin away.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Marin has always been the most handsome boy in my eyes." This is what Jessica enlightened.

"That man is really annoying. He looks like a pervert at first glance. Can I call the police?" This was Maya's statement.

"Let's find an opportunity to sap him." This was Cross's idea.

Marin thought for a while, then forgot it: "Let's go."

Don't be like ordinary people.

With this idea in mind, Marin returned to the hotel and started preparing for tomorrow's work - those guys are still waiting for Marin to make a brilliant debut tomorrow. They must be in the best condition to participate in tomorrow's performance, so that they can

Look at the sincerity of the Carter Castle man.

By the way, you can also beat people, the kind that beat them to death.
To be continued...