In the choice between a poor Taoist and a dead Taoist friend, Marin used a stone wall to first block the first wave of bullets. Two branches of the World Tree bypassed both sides and knocked down the unlucky ones who were mind-controlled.

On the ground.

"I saw on the video that you didn't show your merciful side when you broke that prince's head." The old bishop, the lord of justice, got out from under the car. He glanced at the destroyed street and was knocked to the ground.

The wounded man and the revolver handed to him. He took the gun and put it back into the gun bag on his waist: "Please forgive me for testing you."

"Suspicion is the way to survive. I don't blame you for this. Although the relationship between that person and me is really good, he and I really can't get together. My dream is to help the children in this world

Eat a full meal, but all the good things he wants are contrary to me." After Marin finished speaking, he turned his head, just in time to see his twigs of the World Tree knocking over the guy who had just climbed up again: "What he wants is war.

, eternal war, non-stop bloodshed, and these are the biggest obstacles to my dreams, so the Thai people have a saying... If we are different, we will not work together."

Marin didn't know if the old man could understand his last words, because he said the last proverb in Thai.

But the old man obviously understood. He stretched out his hand and said, "You're right, I was worrying too much."

"No, Your Excellency, I have said before that being suspicious is the way to survive. In this world, we must be more cunning than evil, better at killing than evil, and better at conspiracy than evil. I am a consequentialist.

, the process is not important, what is important is that the result must be perfect. If the result is not good, then the perfection in the process is just a poor performance that makes people laugh." Marin stretched out his hand and shook it with the old man: "

Let’s get to know Marin Guyatt again, a mortal who wants to live and doesn’t mind innocent people living better than me.”

"What if you are evil?"

"Street lights, ropes and their necks are a good organic combination. I will bless them to enter the wedding scene called the end." After Marin finished speaking, he looked at the Holy Son who came out: "You

Did you hear gunshots?"

"Yeah, but considering that the guards didn't make a fuss, I walked a little slower." The young mixed-race man came to Marin: "Korchagin Futaba, a mixed-race elf, my mentor gave me

He gave a human name to Paul."

Marin looked at the young man and finally shook his hand with a smile: "Hello, Paul."

"Hello, Marin, I have a two-wheeled light motorcycle here. Do you want me to take you back?" The saint gave Marin a good choice and followed him on the motorcycle - to be honest,

This thing is more like a motorcycle, but people here like to use the name of light motorcycle, maybe because of the difference in wheels.

When the motorcycle passed the main entrance, Marin sat in the back and waved to the old man. The latter nodded with a smile and waved as a farewell.

Paul drove very slowly, but it was smoother than a carriage - after all, a guy with two wheels could always get through places that four wheels couldn't get through with ease.

Arriving in front of the church of the Harvest Goddess Church, Marin saw the old bishop and old Jack: "Wait a minute, he..." "He has come back with me. I thought you would stay there for a while, so I asked him to take me first.

Come back and pick you up again."

His own bishop had a grimace on his face. It was obvious that news spread faster than two wheels. He already knew the news about Marin's assassination: "Who is the other party?"

"The tattoo of the evil sect on the chest, but I think this should be a frame-up of some shady guy. After all, no matter how stupid a guy is, he would not put this tattoo on his chest." In Marin's view, this is the case.

Such a stupid move is simply not something that a member of the evil sect with a functioning brain can do - as an assassin, he is not able to wear clothes and protective gear at all times, with such a big emblem, to put it harshly, if he were a lord

If so, just take a day to conduct on-site inspections of all visitors from out of town, without any fanfare, just pull up your shirt and you will be able to get to the bottom of things.

If there really was such a guy, he would have made himself stupid long ago.

"Leave it to the Just Church for testing," the bishop asked.

"Yes." Marin nodded: "I'm back to the hotel, I still have manuscripts to write."

"Let old Jack send you off." The old bishop asked in a questioning tone.

Marin nodded: "Okay."

After bidding farewell to Paul, Marin jumped on the carriage and pulled down the panel on the roof. This movable, fixed panel can be used instead of the desktop. Although it is impossible to write detailed paintings with paintings, it is better to draw the first draft.

The sketch is no problem.

The research institute requires more buildings, and the surrounding fortifications and watchtowers need to be carefully arranged - curious spies from neighboring countries, evil-minded Chaos lurkers, as well as bold citizens and tabloid reporters, each type of person is interested.

Targeted preparations are needed. If it weren't for the Paladins, Marin wouldn't mind asking Ayers to lay out a line of defense against living people.

From the lich's words, Marin could smell his overwhelming courage, and could also see his deep fear of the other person's ears. The attitude that it was best to stay away from him if possible was not a lie.

In this case, Marin doesn't mind having some cooperation with him - although the undead and Chaos are the type that don't do anything to humans, at least undead like Ayers can understand human speech, which is enough, like Chaos

Those who don't listen to others and don't understand human affairs will be beaten to death without saying a word.

The carriage was blocked all the way to the hotel. Marin got out of the car and threw a five-cent coin to Old Jack. Seeing the old man happily catching the coin and putting it into his pocket, Marin also laughed - the coin just now was attached to

Holy blessings of positive energy, if this person still has problems, he should have spontaneously combusted just now.

Then Marin should think about how he can lead people to purify his church.

"May you be safe, Mr. Marin." He said, raising his hat and saluting Marin.

"May you live a long life, Mr. Jack, and be careful on the way back." Marin watched him drive the carriage away, and then turned back to the hotel. The hall was still empty. Apprentices of all grades had been renting the hotel for the past few days.

Training in the stadium, only guys like Marin who are not in the apprentice group or the mentor group have nothing to do.

When they opened the door, Matilda and Cross had disappeared. They left a note, saying they were going out for a walk and would be back before night.

So Marin pulled out his chair, sat at the table and started doing business.

………………

He did this for several hours. When Lorraine lit the magic lamp for his master, Marin noticed that it was dark. The dark vision of bloodline made Marin not care about the effect of ambient light. Considering the two girls

He never came back. Marin opened the door and was about to think about where he was going to find them. He saw the two girls pushing open the door of the hotel with large and small bags. There were several earth elements behind them to help them carry them.

Wearing a bag.

"What did you buy? Why are there so many?" Marin asked, leaning on the handrail of the corridor on the second floor and looking at the two girls below.

"There are things I like to eat, and there are things Chloe likes to eat, as well as clothes and small gifts for everyone." Matilda said as she untied a bag and threw a small bag up: "Taste it.

Taste it, it’s my favorite pine meat jerky, and the Carterburg branch has already opened here.”

Marin looked at the bag...he designed this thing.

But he still tore open the edge of the bag and threw the dried meat into his mouth... Well, it's a little sweeter than the one at Fort Carter. There seems to be a little more sugar in this world, or maybe the beekeeping industry in the Central District is far away.

Super Marin's imagination.

In any case, it was the taste that Marin liked. He watched the two girls open the bags, put snacks, clothes and other things into categories, and then stuffed them into their space bags.

Finally, Marin saw the carrot in Cross's hand - a red stemmed plant.

"You are really a rabbit. Why do you like this kind of thing? It tastes like dirt." Matilda, as a carnivorous fox with big ears, was very disdainful of the so-called delicacies in Cross's hands.

Gu.

And Cross happily rinsed it with water and then stuffed it into her mouth.

At that moment, the rabbit girl in front of him overlapped with the old rabbit that Marin saw in the mage tower in his dream.

"It seems that everyone is not coming back today. Let's cook." Matilda said this and looked at Marin walking downstairs: "What are you doing here? I know you have something to do. Come up."

We'll call you after we finish cooking dinner."

"No, I'll do it." Marin smiled and patted the fox girl on the forehead, then came to Cross, looked at her and the half-bitten stem in her hand: "I'll give it to you.

Make delicious food.”

Cross nodded happily, unlike the old rabbit, who had no vitality at all.

This made Marin sigh in his heart, a person's life is indeed composed of completely different choices, just like Cross, fate pushed her in front of him, and let him see her two completely different

Marin cannot change Cross in that world, because she has reached the twilight of her life, and every minute and every second is heading towards the end.

As for Cross in front of him, she is young and has unlimited possibilities. Marin will not let her repeat the sad fate that belongs to her in another timeline.

Destiny is really a villain. It shows both beauty and brokenness in front of him. Marin sighed in his heart and walked into the kitchen with the two girls.

The dinner dishes were very simple, with only two dishes, one was Cloth's favorite carrot soup, and the other was Matilda's favorite sauropod meat soup.

While the two dishes were steaming in the pot, Marin made a few small pancakes with salt on the inside. There was no chopped green onion as he remembered, but it was still welcomed by the two girls.

It was made by Mr. Marin, and it seems that for them, this is delicious.

Seeing their joy, Marin didn't know what to say, because he used to only know how to cook these dishes. In the world he lived in, men were more or less good at it. After all, they couldn't let themselves starve to death.

But in this world, men almost never go into the kitchen. They can give everything at business receptions, at the negotiation table, and in the trenches, but few people... waste their lives in the kitchen.

In this life, every word, every action, every move is ultimately just a waste of each other's time.

Because in the final analysis, people in every era will eventually become history.

"Mr. Marlin."

The sound from his ear made Marin break away from his thoughts. He turned his head and saw the big-eared fox digging a spoonful of meat soup for him, posing as a feeding, waiting for the fish named Marlin to bite her.

Hook in hand.

Marlin opened his mouth and fulfilled the responsibility of a fish. In the laughter of Matilda, the big-eared fox, he felt that his mood became happy.

"The game is the day after tomorrow. Cross, don't you want to participate in the competition?" Matilda asked Cross at the table. The rabbit girl who was eating raised her head: "I was dragged into the referee group by the senior management of the Mage Tower.

, Responsible for maintaining order outside the venue."

"Ha, isn't that our job?" Matilda held her chin, looking puzzled, and at the same time dug a spoonful of bait for Marlin, who was a fish.

When Marin bit the hook dutifully, Cross shook her head and swung her long ears: "I don't know, it should be very leisurely anyway. I will follow the horse then."
To be continued...