Marin, who made a so-called business with the lich, was not criticized in the end. Perhaps Mrs. Manly chose to give up when she saw that her husband had no intention of pursuing it further.

This made Marin somewhat wary, and he had to be wary of creatures like nobles. Mrs. Manley wanted to take action, obviously because she wanted to ruin Marin's reputation - she wanted to kill him, but it was just such a rumor.

It's not enough. Marin even has a way to get the archbishop of the Church of the God of Justice to speak for him - with Marin's reputation in the Church of Justice, the old man must be very happy.

But Mrs. Manley gave up, which made Marin even more...awe-inspiring for this lady.

It seems unlikely that someone who assesses the situation in this way just wants to make himself miserable. If he really wants to do this, he can even start with these girls in Marin.

Except for Faye, this lady has many ways to do evil things. Of course, this basically means breaking up with Marin.

Since she didn't want to break up with Marin, she also wanted to find an opportunity to blackmail Marin. This made Marin very curious as to why she was doing this.

Of course, there is no way to get the answer just out of curiosity. Since Mrs. Manli chose to abandon this time, Marin will not be the same as her. Marin believes in retaliation, so if someone wants to kill him, he will definitely do it.

He wants to kill the murderer, and if the lady is determined to hack her, then Marin also has a way to counterattack - as a person in the era of information explosion, isn't it easy to write some black materials?

, Your Majesty the ugly and weird queen who can sit on the ground and suck dirt.

You see, this is the power of words. If you do the first grade of junior high school and I do the fifteenth grade, wouldn’t it be fun?

The problem now is that since there is no confrontation between the two parties, Marin naturally does not want to take the initiative - anyway, the situation is under control. Since the lady just wants to find an opportunity to hack her son-in-law, then her son-in-law can only

I can wait for an opportunity to give back.

So, Marin rested for the night, came to the police station the next day, and followed Cohen to meet his father.

The old father's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had not rested for several days. When he saw the intact Marin and the equally flawless son, he sighed in confusion: "Mr. Marin, look.

Get up and you already know what my child has done, right?"

"Yes, Count Vester, your child is indeed a bold guy." Marin nodded. It seemed that the father was already aware of his son's 'daring' actions.

"I'm sorry, but I'm very happy that you can spare his life. As a noble, I am willing to pay for my child's life. He can be tortured, break stones, or go to the Eastern Kingdom to make atonement.

Knight, as long as you can keep him alive." The earl said this. His feelings for his children filled Marin's sight. He was pleading and begging. He even took out a big bag of magic crystals.

Stone - this is real hard currency, much more useful than Mawish banknotes.

He couldn't help but push the bag to Marin. This guy should have some giant blood. The two-meter-tall man held the bag in one hand so that Marin had to hug it with both hands - it wasn't heavy, it was just too big.

Big.

"You haven't told your father?" Marin looked at Cohen with an embarrassed face.

"I got this job by myself, why should I tell my father?" Cohen said while taking the bag from Marin's hand while holding it with both hands.

"Ah... you two have such a good relationship already?" The poor earl still didn't understand his son's situation, so Marin could only pat Cohen on the shoulder in front of his face: "Dear Marin

Mr. Count Gebb, please allow me to solemnly reintroduce to you that your son, Cohen Vanster, is an agent of the Royal Intelligence Department."

The young man put his legs together, held his bag in one hand, and saluted with the other: "Father, the person standing in front of you is an agent of the Royal Intelligence Department who has been working for two years."

The old man looked at Marin with bloodshot eyes: "You are not cheating on me together, are you, Mr. Marin?"

"Of course, although I am a generous person, I am not generous enough to show mercy to a murderer who wants to kill me. Please consult your Majesty for specific questions, and he will be very happy to answer you.

."

Marin nodded, and at the same time took a bottle of red wine from the hand of the police chief: "This bottle of wine is given to you as a thank you. Your child has shown extraordinary performance in actions that concern me."

On the reliable side, although he still needs some experience, I believe he will be a very brave agent in the future and will not disgrace the Venster family name."

The old father looked at Marin, and finally took the red wine from Marin's hand tremblingly - this was a very formal thank you. In the Middle Ages, the Sidney nobles expressed their gratitude by giving wine to others. The wine at that time was

The best luxury goods, and now, nobles will put the name of each wine sender with his wine in the wine cellar.

This is a very formal thank you, and one day in the future, you can even use this bottle of wine to obtain help from the descendants of the person who sent the wine.

So the father finally laughed: "I, in the end, I thought this bottle was carved from wood and you made it to humiliate me."

"No, I will not humiliate an amazing father. I see everything you have done for Cohen. Thank you." Marin stretched out his hand, shook the earl's hand lightly, and then looked at him

He snatched the big bag back and said, "You don't believe Dad! You bastard!" The old man cursed at the top of his lungs.

"Father, I am a special worker."

"Fuck you! I have never been as worried about my second son as I have been in the past few days! I'm afraid that you will die! I can't even shovel it up, do you know! Mr. Marin's power... you don't know you at all

What a terrifying opponent you are facing!" The old father said angrily: "I thought you were going to die! You are dead! You are going to be filled with the entire corridor with a hammer from Mr. Marin!"

"Really?" Cohen looked at his father.

"You'd better ask your new friend and see what he says." The father gasped and pointed at Marin.

So Cohen turned to look at Marin.

Marin smiled and took the solid gold clothes drying rack on the side, tied it in a knot, and put it back in place.

Cohen looked at Marin: "30?"

"No blessing above 32." Marin smiled and nodded.

Cohen rolled his eyes: "If I had known you were like this Marin, I wouldn't be willing to do this job even if my majesty beheaded me."

"At least you saved your head, and Logan didn't have to kill another cousin." Marin replied with a smile.

Just as they were saying this, the four people who were chatting quietly upstairs heard the sound of hurried footsteps. They looked towards the stairs and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man full of artistic flavor running up. He looked at

He glanced at the four people standing, then sprinted forward without hesitation, then knelt down on one knee and slid all the way to Marin's feet.

"Let my child go! Dear Mr. Marin! What do you need! Gold coins!? Magic crystal?! I can offer a better price than Earl Vester!"

Marin looked at the middle-aged man holding his legs with a bit of laughter, and then raised his head to look at Ingmar Robben, who appeared in front of the steps with an embarrassed look on his face: "Your father."

"Yes, my father was the popular star of the Sidney Dance Company when he was young." Ingmar introduced softly.

"Shut up! You treacherous son! How could such a stupid thing like you come out of our Robben family! And you! Cohen of the Vanster family! Is your stupidity contagious?!"

Marin noticed that a certain earl had already started watching the show... Your aristocratic circle is really chaotic.

Thinking of this, Marin stretched out his hand to help the earl up, looked at the expectant face, felt the expectant little gift he put into his hand, and finally Marin threw it to Ingmar

: "Ingmar, haven't you told your father?"

"He said I was lying to him."

"Of course you are a little liar! Mr. Marin is here! I see you..." The furious Earl said this, and finally emerged from his ultimate autistic state. He looked at his

The son threw a cigarette to Marin, who then snapped his fingers and lit the cigarette. Then his son and Cohen from the Vanster family came over with cigarettes.

The three and a half young men lit up their cigarettes, took a puff, and then stood side by side.

"Yes, Count Robben, I need to solemnly reintroduce your son to you. Mr. Ingmar Robben is a member of the National Security Operations Section. His superiors ordered him to enter Cohen Vanster as an undercover agent.

Mr. Cohen Vanster is a loyal agent of the Royal Intelligence Service."

When he said this, Mr. Lord Vanster wiped away the unpleasantness just now, stood beside his son proudly, and patted his son's shoulder happily.

"You mean my son didn't lie to me."

"Yes."

Facing the Earl's question, Marin nodded.

"Great. When I came here, I heard that you were a victim. At that time, my only thought was that my son was dead. His body would probably be smeared all over the corridors of some dungeon. When I saw his

At that time, I was so angry, but I had to plead with you for his life." As he said this, Count Robben opened his hand, and a seed was sprouting: "Just now, for this unscrupulous person, I

The child is even ready to give away all the miraculous things he gained from his adventure back then, just to spare his life for you."

Marin looked at the thorny vine that the little flower had turned into, and involuntarily turned his head to look at Ingmar: "Have you not told your father before?"

"He always thought that I was a bastard who didn't do anything serious, so I always wanted to do something special and give him a surprise..." At this point, the boy shrank behind Marin.

"Mr. Marin, please give me a moment. I want to use the whip in my hand to educate my child and let him understand that lying requires paying a price and deceiving requires pain."

Seeing this old man who was almost twisted, Marin had to be prepared to persuade him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal the director to borrow a bottle of life-saving wine as soon as possible.

Mr. Director's wine had not arrived, but the footsteps on the steps sounded again. Everyone present watched as a strong woman with muscles all over her body and her clothes stretched to the limit carried Cassie Marim away.

Come up.

"Mrs. Mariem." The two earls said in unison.

The lady walked up to Marin and looked at Marin with her son whose face was covered with blood: "I'm sorry, my child's brain doesn't seem to work very well. He doesn't seem to have inherited his father's bloodline at all.

This makes me very sorry, so how much money do I need to spend to buy his life."

Marin glanced at Cassie. The mixed-race man looked at Marin with drooped eyes.

"Didn't you explain it to your mother?" Marin had no choice but to give him a pat to treat the moderate injury.

The young man wailed twice, and then finally he could speak: "Before I could say anything, my mother punched me into the wall. When she pulled me out, my face was swollen and my eyes were

I can barely open it."

Although her whole body looked like muscles, Mrs. Marim didn't seem stupid. She sensed something was wrong from the interaction between Marin and her son: "Mr. Marin, you don't seem to hate my son."

"Of course Madam, please forgive me for not being able to go out to greet you before. Now please allow me to solemnly introduce you to the two earls once again. This is Cassie Marim, a member of the Long Ears Information Sharing Office.

When Cohen convened people, someone in their shared room had already detected his movements. For my safety, Mrs. Anna asked your son to come in and take a look, just like Ingham Robben."

Then he saw that the earl who had just been preparing to use the whip was now standing behind his son with some satisfaction, placing his hands on his shoulders.

By the way, that cane whip has completely disappeared.

This makes Marin very sad, you nobles.

"That is to say, my son is not a villain, he is serving Mrs. Anna."

"Yes, madam, you should give him a chance to explain."

Marin looked at the lady and said sadly: "I didn't paint your son on the corridor of the underground city, but you almost beat him to death."

The lady smiled awkwardly, then put her son down, and Marin had to reach out to support Cassie.

"We are all mixed-race, why are you so strong?" Cassie sighed while covering his face.

Just as he said this, everyone present heard the sound of breaking wind, so Marin raised his head and saw Liu Jin Mi Rong landing on his face and sliding all the way towards him.
Chapter completed!