Marin sat in front of the small table. Under the blazing bright light, the mixed-race man looked at the figure in the shadow. The latter held a bowl of delicious-smelling pilaf rice and threw it on the table: "I'm hungry."

Well, if you're hungry, hurry up and explain why you came to our Matilda almost midnight."

Marin sniffed and burped - he ate too much at Moweish's house at night, and he's not hungry yet. His house really has enough meat.

The apprentices on the side burst into laughter. The figure turned off the incandescent lamp and sat down in front of Marin. The young mentor began to eat while looking at Marin: "You killed that twisted one by yourself.

Battle Armor."

"Ah, it all depends on Feo, Lorraine, and Gorehowl. Of course Milani and Bip also helped." Marin extended his hand to introduce his little helpers. At the table, Feo was holding Gorehowl.

, Lorraine pretended to be Bip and Milani, and the family of five enjoyed themselves happily.

The young man shook the spoon in his hand: "...Then why did you come to Matilda?"

"Someone said she needs me." Of course, it is impossible for Marin to betray the fair girl in the royal capital. This girl should have come out without telling anyone. If she is sold and she is not used, Marin will find a place to kill himself.

Hang it up.

The young mentor turned to look at the apprentices: "Listen, why can't you fools even chase girls? Look at the mouths of others, which one of you can compare to them."

The apprentices all said that this was a bit too much, and the instructor pouted at them, and then turned to look at Marin: "I don't think Matilda has any objection. It seems that you are right, but what do you think about this armor?"

deal with."

"What do you mean by how to dispose of it? Is this thing valuable?" Marin was a little curious.

"Of course, every part of such a complete self-propelled armor is a treasure. Halflings, dwarves, elves, mage towers, and the United Council of Nobles will all flock to it." The young mentor said.

"Dwarves, I understand what halflings and elves are like." Marin felt that dwarves can understand what halflings and others are like and what use they have for this thing.

"Have you forgotten about the Half Body Ergonomics Society, the biggest rival of the Dwarf Workshop?" When the instructor said this, Marin slapped his head: "I really forgot."

"Halflings will cry when they hear you say that." After the young mentor finished speaking, he began to introduce another company to Marin: "Elf Precision Industry is a large-scale joint workshop established by elves to learn to use machinery and muskets.

The powerful elf masters are all there, because their Eternal Night Island is overseas in the extreme north, far away from the destruction zone and the black zone. They have not been able to systematically collect various relics from the great destruction period and before. If they let

Their diplomats know that you have such a armor here, and they will definitely exchange it with you for all kinds of good things that you can't expect."

"Then what use does the Mage Tower and the Joint Council of Nobles use this thing for?" Marin asked.

"Mage Tower has always wanted to make a self-propelled armor that can protect their mages. This armor of yours is a complete armor that they have never been able to find. What do you think? Mage Tower will definitely pay enough for it.

, it’s possible even if you take out one demiplane.”

"So...what do the nobles want to do?" Marin felt that he still needed to ask clearly.

"Needless to say, the self-propelled armor is the most high-end relic of the era of destruction that we can find so far. They roam in groups in the black area. No one has the chance to catch a complete armor.

The human mechanical group under the United Council of Nobles has always wanted to obtain such a complete armor. With it, all the parts will be restored to blueprints. If possible, humans may piece together a large number of armors to use with

against any enemy."

"Including you." Marin asked.

"Of course, including us." The young mentor said here and continued to eat: "But I don't think they can mass-produce this kind of thing. Our church workshop of the Just Church has obtained a lot of parts. Until now,

We have no way to obtain their material composition, and if the materials are not up to standard, any test will be useless."

This sentence left Marin in awe - these guys have already tried it!

It seems that the failure of the trial machine was caused by poor materials, but in any case, the Justice Church is the one that makes a fortune silently.

"Who do you think I should sell to?" Marin asked with a smile.

"What do you think?" The young man did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Marin smiled and made his choice: "I won't sell to anyone. As for how to operate, it's up to you to decide."

"Do you want the self-propelled armor to be used as an agricultural machinery? To be honest, this is a good idea, but who would use such an expensive war machine... Wait a minute..." The young mentor patted his head: "If so.

For civilian use, there is no need to work on materials, our existing materials can be used, but the problem is that the self-propelled mecha is not a human being, and it cannot do precise work."

"But it can replace humans in some aspects and save them from injury, and you didn't guess it right." Marin smiled: "I will announce it when I finish my work here, you can help me

Spread the news and say that in five days, I hope to meet every customer who is interested in obtaining this armor."

"Our church can't keep it for you in vain," the leading bishop of the Just Church walked down. He looked at Marin and asked with a smile.

"No problem. When the deal is concluded, how about I give you enough storage fees?" Marin said with a smile.

"No problem, our Lord trusts you, and we will also give you trust, and..." He turned around and looked at the lady holding Matilda: "Mrs. Shamer, you are going to hold Matilda

When will it be done?"

The lady finally let go of her, and Matilda trotted over to Marlin.

Marin stretched out his hand and took her: "Then I will take Matilda back."

"We won't give it away." The old bishop smiled and nodded.

………………

Watching Marin lead Matilda away, the old bishop drove the apprentices back to their room, then sat down at the small table and looked at the young mentor who was eating: "What do you think of this child?"

"He is ambitious, not like a half-grown boy, but like a cunning and cunning businessman." The young man took the last bite and then put down the bowl: "He has the honesty of a giant, the cunning of a human, the pride of an elf, and my

The appearance of the believers in the main alien plane... I really don’t know what he is.”

"Yes, if you say he is a giant, he is too thin; if you say he is a human, he does not look like a human at all; if you say he looks like an elf, he is not as tall as an elf... This child seems to have never been born.

Obtained all the advantages from all bloodlines, and put all the shortcomings into the back of the mind." The old bishop said this and glanced at the woman standing there: "Mrs. Shamaner, stop standing, I know you really want to

She asks for this marriage for her children, but fate has already arranged everything for Matilda. Everyone can resist fate, but they must also be accustomed to accepting the arrangements of fate."

"No, I don't care about Matilda choosing Marin, I just feel that... without Marin, would Matilda be able to get rid of the pursuit? This child seems to be very sad. She seems to be complaining, thinking that she has been abandoned.

, Even if she is afraid of staying away from us, even if she is afraid of facing danger." There was some hesitation on the lady's face: "Even if she is afraid of going to Marin, she doesn't want us to help him."

"No, Mrs. Shamer, Matilda loves everyone in the church more than anyone else. She can indeed come to me, but when the Twisted Armor enters the hotel, we can ensure our own safety, but the apprentices

What?" The young mentor smiled: "Obviously, we don't have two twigs of the World Tree like Marin. We can't defeat that armor, and maybe even because of it, we can't even protect our apprentices.

…”

This explanation made the woman's face finally lose some sadness, and she sighed: "But because of this, I am even more unwilling to be taken away by Marin. Matilda is so good.

Such surrender."

"Destiny, my Mrs. Shaman, you still haven't understood that everyone's life is set from the beginning. No matter whether you think you are resisting it or not, you are under the control of fate.

"The old bishop said with a smile.

The young mentor opposite him took out a bottle of wine from under the table: "Everyone is accepting or resisting fate, but they don't understand that this is also a way of expressing fate. If you resist fate, it is just a failure.

A different way of living may be better or even worse, but you know nothing about it. You naively thought that you were resisting fate, but you never thought that what you were resisting was just fate.

One of the lives you destined for."

"So, what you mean is that we should not resist the oppression of fate." The woman was a little angry.

"Mrs. Sharman, you are standing here because you are rebelling against the marriage imposed on you by your destiny; I am sitting here because I am rebelling against the path that my destiny has arranged for me." At this point, this woman

The old bishop pointed to the young man who was pouring wine: "And our Holy Son who is pouring wine for himself is also because he resisted his fate of being a sacrifice."

The woman looked at the old man in confusion: "Mr. Bishop..."

"Samantha, remember, Matilda, like us, has resisted the path imposed on us by fate, so we have not succumbed to fate, but because of this, we have gathered under the banner of the Lord of Justice.

, it was also because of fate that we resisted fate, so fate brought us together."

"Madam, what you mean is that our resistance to fate is actually an expression of fate. Destiny likes to control human beings and also likes those who resist it with weapons, because no matter what, every life walks on a path that belongs only to him.

On the track of life, you can either go against it or accept it." After saying that, the young man also poured a glass of wine for her: "Madam, come and have a drink."

"...Thank you." Finally, the lady stretched out her hand and took the cup.

"Honor my Lord." The old bishop raised his glass.

"To freedom." The young man raised his glass.

"Respect the fight." Madam also raised her glass.

………………

Walking in the night, Marin looked at Matilda who was walking in front. He could feel her mood... The fox-eared girl hummed a native language that Marin could not understand as she walked in front of him.

You can't understand her mood, but from the happy wagging of her tail, Marin can understand her happiness.

"Matilda." Marin said.

"Hmm." The big-eared fox turned around and looked at him curiously.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Marin asked, looking at the big-eared fox in front of him.

"Remember, we killed a family of Chaos, and you also purified the poor daughter of the Brice family." Matilda said, and her answer reminded Marin of those days: "I...I never

I never thought I would be so popular."

"Because you are strong enough. In this world, being good-looking or cute is actually useless. A transcendent person may look like a cute or beautiful person of the opposite sex as his or her lover, but he or she can be with him or her.

The one who gives birth to a child will only be another strong person, because mortals cannot bear the blood of extraordinary people, so these things have to do with blood, but have nothing to do with blood." Matilta said this and pointed to Marin: "In my case

In my eyes, you are the best, strong and handsome."
To be continued...