Marin didn't want to get involved in the subsequent actions because he instinctively felt that there seemed to be no essential difference between the wizard and the Arcane Fist.

If he hadn't been there this time, Jason Statham would have to face the ending of his family's destruction. Even if Marin raised his hand, the baby boy was eventually sent to the gate of the Goddess of Harvest.

The Statham family gave up the child just because he had a wizard's mother.

Marin could understand their thoughts, but could not understand their actions, but the truth was...he could only accept all of this.

"My orphanage has not been opened yet, Marin." Collin was a little helpless. For him, although it was a foregone conclusion that he inherited his identity as a mentor and became a mentor in the branch of the Secret Guardians, he was just a young man in his twenties and could not even be born.

"Learn to take care of the children." Marin could only enlighten him in this way, and you will have more children to take care of in the future.

This was the last sentence Marin said in the church, and then the messenger from the Mage Tower had to let him take Chlos to the periphery of the northern suburb farm.

"We underestimated the number of people, I'm sorry." The person in charge stood in a bunker composed of a carriage team with several teams of mage towers, and he expressed his gratitude for Marin's arrival.

"Since I'm going to let me come, remember, don't shoot at the first time, I'll negotiate with my workers." Marin said, signaling Klos to hand over the bulletproof jacket.

The jacket is made of ground dragon leather, which has excellent absorption for bullets. Bullets usually cannot penetrate its soft skin, but can penetrate the outer soft skin. For the inner soft armor lined with spider silk, the bullet that has lost a lot of kinetic energy is the best target to capture.

After hanging the revolver on his waist, Marin turned his head and looked at the young housekeeper standing beside him - this was the child of the old housekeeper of the Mowes family. He was usually responsible for managing the Beijiao Farm. Originally, the Arcane Fist and the Mage Tower were planned to let him play, but he was sprayed back by the captain of the Beijiao Farm's self-policing team.

They want to see Marin, only their boss is qualified to let them put down their weapons, otherwise no one would have thought of rushing into the Gayat's farm with so many people and guys.

To be honest, the combination of terms made Marin somewhat happy at Gayat's farm. He buckled a farmer's wide-brimmed hat on his head and then led the people out of the carriage.

"It's Mr. Marin!" The old man from the Self-Steel Team recognized Marin as soon as possible, so the excited farmers pulled the roadblock away, and some old men from the Self-Steel Team walked out, including the veteran who Marin knew before.

"Veterson, your body looks OK." Marin smiled at the old man.

The latter laughed awkwardly, and a runny little boy ran out of the crowd, and he grabbed the veteran's trouser legs.

"Your little boy?" Malin asked in surprise when he saw the child was the same as his eyebrows.

"Yes, Mr. Marin, since you have guaranteed them, we believe they are here to catch the wizard." The veteran picked up his child and then directed the crowd to disperse.

Although the farmers are prone to gather, they soon learned from the veterans that their boss had arrived.

These farmers obviously agreed with the boss who gave them food and a new path in life, so they left the scene with their families.

"Mr. Marin, they said they were coming to arrest people. I think this is not simple, so I asked people to control all those guys, right in the square in front."

Marin turned his head and looked at the person in charge: "You said they are wizards?"

"It's indeed a wizard. We have been chasing for half a year." The person in charge nodded vigorously and looked at the veteran: "How do you control them?"

"Their four children are in our hands, so they did not resist." After the veteran said, he sighed: "I heard that they are wizards. I am really afraid. That is the seed of chaos."

"You did nothing wrong. Now let you take your little boy away and we will meet those wizards." Marin said, taking out a sum of money from his pocket: "You can use this money to share it with the young men who worked in the self-secution team today. Tell them that you can protect yourself so that you can keep your mouth full."

"Thank you, sir."

"Go, and don't let your wife peek secretly behind the window. The people I brought are allergic. If you treat her as an enemy when the fight starts, you will have no wife again." After that, Marin pointed to the two-story building not far away.

"I'll go now." The veteran nodded, then ran to his home with his little boy in his arms.

"You are such a kind gentleman." The person in charge seemed to be mixed.

"I am responsible for the people who work for me, their lives, their old age, their illness and their death, which may make me pay extra benefits, but their loyalty is my extra reward, is it different from your Eastern Kingdoms."

"Yes, there are only serfs in our place, and everyone is no different from being alive and dead, so you can try it out with a little bit of a different belief, because no matter how bad it is, it will not be much worse." The person in charge smiled when he said this, and he waved his hand, and the members of the Arcane Fist unfolded to the right.

"In other words, no matter where this faith comes from, whether it is a good god or an evil god, can you try it?" Marin stretched out his left hand, and the members of the Mage Tower expanded their formation under the command of Cloth.

"Yes, you can try it out, because you were hung as a believer in Chaos, or as a fugitive slave, or because you could not pay enough rent... In terms of the method of death, it is actually the same." The person in charge said while stuffing shotguns into his double-barrel shotgun.

"Poor serfs, I think I understand why the escaped slaves from you are so alert when they see you." When Marin said this, he reached out to greet the couple in the small garden on the roadside. The eastern farmer who had originally looked at the Arcane Fist with a deep sad look quickly took off his hat. His wife smiled somewhat flatteringly, and he performed a rough but extremely pious chest caress with the three children in front of her.

"Yes, I'm sure if I rush hard, maybe we can rush over, but in that case, we will at least cause hundreds of casualties and injuries, and our own losses will definitely be very large... so we can only ask you to do it again."

"This is the right choice. If you hurt my farmer, I can be sure that you all will die." At this point, Marin stopped because a child ran over. He knew him and was one of the trots in the church. Because he was young, he had only one mother in the family, but also four younger siblings, and was paid five yuan a month.

"Mr. Marlin, those guys escaped into a big house!"

"I said that wizards never kill each other. They will resist, and they will even kill people because of this." The person in charge shook his head.

Then he heard the second sentence of the child: "They did not hurt anyone, nor did they kill, they said they would meet Mr. Marin."

"See me?" Marin took five points to the little guy: "Why, do you know?"

"They... they were very kind after they came here. They had cured several people and gave some children candy. My brother and sister had eaten it. I am the oldest child in the family." When the little guy said this, he gave a comprehensive explanation for himself in a proud tone.

A little adult, Marin smiled and patted his head: "Hide away, and, tomorrow, take your younger brothers and sisters to try your luck."

"Thank you, Mr. Marin!" The child ran away happily.

"...Your kindness is more than I thought." The person in charge sighed.

"I will never take away the life of a person who wants to live, unless he doesn't mind pushing others into hell when he wants to live, my factory, my farm, and all living things under my name do not need such a crazy thing, so don't say that I am so kind, because you have never seen the cruel force that I show in everyone's eyes when I wave the butcher knife called Justice." Marin said, walking to the edge of the square, he saw the big house - the only small clinic in the farm. He talked with the Church of the God of Love, and every week there will be a team of apprentices here to treat every farmer.

"Is it Mr. Marin?" A thin dwarf pushed open the door and walked out.

"Baryev! You bastard!" Someone cursed in Arcane Fist.

"What qualifications do you guys have to scold me!" This dwarf also spoke in fragrance.

"I remember I said not to rush to do it." Marin knocked the young man who started to swear and began to draw his gun to the ground, and then glanced at him as the dwarf laughed.

The dwarf was photographed directly on the wall.

"Call out the guys you can speak! And! If anyone of you hurts those apprentices, I swear! I will let him understand what pain is!" Marin walked forward two steps.

After a while, someone came out, one stood in front of Marin, and another dug the dwarf out of the wall.

"Mihailovic... Hello, Mr. Marin." The middle-aged man had a big beard and in his deep eye sockets, a pair of eyes looked like blue gems.

This is the sign of the psychic.

"Marin Gaiat, I am the master here, I don't know how long you have been here."

"One month, but you saw that some hounds followed him. Since you have found them, that means Mrs. Selena has been killed." In the second half, he said, looking at the hound in his mouth.

"Why did you escape? In the end, the lady who helped you died. She was implicated by you." The person in charge had different opinions to say.

"If we don't run away, are you going to hang it on the gallows?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Marin turned his head and said, "Do you have no other entertainment projects except gallows?"

"Yes, Mr. Marin, we are all on the gallows." This time, the person in charge and his opponent said in unison.

Fuck (Gulong words), you eastern people must have problems. You have never thought about the fun-loving iron girl, the royal family's exclusive trunk... What, you think this thing is too old, so you can also try the thrilling Russian turntable.

It's the kind of thing that has six bullets stuck in six nests.

After complaining about this, Marin had to speak: "I heard from a child that you want to see me. Now that I am here, can you let go of your grudges with that gentleman and talk to me first."

"Yes, sir, I really want to talk to you."

"Why do you want to be Mr. Marin's dog? Sorry, you are afraid you don't know the proverb of wizards and dogs."

"Shut up your stinky mouth, you royal dog, look at your disgusting appearance, look at the compatriots here, how many of them have met you on the way to escape."

"Have you met?" Marin thought for a moment, and felt the evil person in the gentleman's words, but he really could not sense where the malice came from.

"No." The person in charge shook his head.

"It's true that no, because I've met your escaped slaves, either hanging on the gallows or dragged to death by them on horses."

"You still have other entertainment programs." Klos launched a divine assist behind Marin at this time.

"Please, ma'am, this is not an entertainment program. Do you know how many families are destroyed every year?" The middle-aged man looked at Clos.

"I don't know, but I know more clearly how many families die because of wizards every year." Klos said this and pointed to the mage tower badge on his chest.

"Look, Madam knows more about how much despair you can create in this world. As for those escaped slaves, we have never sent them to the gallows with their own hands. After all, we are law enforcement officers rather than firing squads." The person in charge said this and looked at Marin: "Mr. Marin, I never think you can get any results in negotiations with them."

"Indeed...so, sir, can you come up with something new that will lift me up?" Marin looked at this person and took a step back.

"Don't you know why we...we are here?" the middle-aged man looked at Marin.

Marin looked puzzled and turned his head to look at Klos: "When we were in Regensburg, did I not know what news was here in Carterburg and it was causing trouble in the city."

"I don't know, I haven't heard any strange news about you." Klos shook his head, looking i have no idea.

"...Can you explain it to me?" Marin looked at the middle-aged man again.

"Well, there is an intelligence in our eastern wizarding world, and a prophet said that there are clues to our wizards' redemption in Fort Carter." The middle-aged man gave this answer.

Marin instinctively felt unreliable - the prophet who came from these days cannot brag about taxes: "I, a person from Carterburg, don't know this, even that... even the Lady Selena who helped you."

"Yes, we have been disappointed, but during the month we lived in the farm, we unexpectedly found that the desire to kill in our hearts had dissipated a lot. Do you know that this is like a paradise, and we dare not tell anyone the news, because we are afraid that this is just a few senses of us. We originally wanted to live here for several years, confirm that the chaos energy on our body dissipated before making our discoveries public, but we did not expect that these hounds would come so quickly!"

"Impossible! Semi! You are deceiving yourself! As a great wizard! Think about how many people you killed along the way! Mr. Marin! You can ask the person in charge here! See how many people are missing!" The person in charge roared firmly: "You can deceive anyone! But don't want to deceive me! We have been opponents for twenty years!"

Marin thought for a while, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

After a while, the veteran ran over and took another old man with him.

"Is anyone missing in the farm?"

"No, sir, in the past six months, we have never heard of anyone missing in our farms, factories, and even in the city. However, from time to time, unlucky guys are killed by monsters, or they die of fighting caused by quarrels." The gray-haired old man replied.

The members of Arcane Fist all expressed that this was impossible. The young boy who got up pointed at the dwarf who was helped out: "Baryev! He killed my brother! In the area east of Regensburg! I still carry my brother's hands with me to kill him with my own hands!"

"Indeed, it was impossible for us to be the past, but Mr. Marin, in your farm, we felt the tranquility that we had never experienced in the past. For example, I... seemed to be back in my childhood. At that time, I had only the eldest son of a knight. I was unexpectedly selected as an apprentice with the talent of art. Although it was proven later that my talent was not high, it was also a very pleasant thing in the Eastern Kingdom... until I took the wrong path and became a wizard."

The middle-aged man said this and looked at Marin: "Please allow me and my companions to surrender to you. You can lock us with shackles and see if we will become slaves to Chaos."

The person in charge looked at Marin: "Mr. Marin, this is your land, you have the right to do so, but I want to warn you that they are wizards, and for hundreds of years of this world, they have never felt trust since they became the carrier of chaos."

Marin was silent for a long time.

He was wondering why these wizards became harmless after coming to his manor.

Until the wind came to him with the leaves.

Marin reached out and held the oak leaf.

In this moment, it seemed that the entire land was singing. Marin turned his head and saw the holy oak tree at the top of the hill not far away.

All the puzzles... seem to have answers at this moment.
Chapter completed!