When he opened his eyes again, Marin noticed Ruiwo lying on his chest... and was still wondering why his chest was a little stuffy. It was really a headache. He patted the girl on the back, and the latter woke up and rubbed his eyes, and then he noticed the shape of his gravel.

The girl didn't explain anything, she just smiled sweetly, and was driven out of her body by Marin.

It's getting smaller again.

Looking at his little hands, Marin turned his head and looked at Ruiwo—it should be the silly girl pressing on him, but Faye and the others did not wake him up.

Really, is this girl a cat? It's not right, Maya has never slept like this.

With confusion, Marin got out of bed, put on her nightgown (the temperature in Carter Castle is now at about five degrees in the morning), and took Ruiwo, who was also wearing nightgown, to the second floor, and found that his girls were also wearing nightgown, enjoying breakfast in front of the fire.

"Our Marin is coming down. Today is so cute. Let me hug it." Nova reached out and the strange girl was knocked down by Marin's finger: "Didn't you say you're going to the army?"

"Ah, today the elemental tide is low, and all the techniques cannot be used." Nova said this, and Marin finally felt something was wrong - yes, he couldn't feel the element anymore.

He snapped his fingers and the small flame flashed and disappeared.

"Malin, you are super awesome. In this case, we can gather elements, so we can't gather at all." Faye said this and looked at Marlin: "Wait a minute, you won't be unaware of the low tide of the elements."

"How do I know?" Marin said silently: "By the way, if the elemental tide is low, will those chaos not be able to enter this world?"

"It can be said that if the elemental tide stops swinging, then Chaos will not be able to enter this world." Klos said this and crawled to Marin's side. The girl hugged Marin: "Well, little Marin, very cute."

"Don't be like a weird aunt." Marin reached out and pulled Clos's ears that were hanging down because he lowered his head and sniffed Marin's neck.

Then he burst out as usual.

Klos fell back and Nova laughed.

"What are we going to do today?" Marin asked as she looked at the girls.

"Isn't it good to be at home? I've been having a half-day free time. You've been working hard recently, so can't you take a good rest?" Faye asked back.

Marin was stunned, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, just take a day off, anyway, today will definitely be a peaceful day."

"Then wait a moment I will take Jessica and Lilim to the market to buy spices. Nova, Maya and Klos go to the half-plane to catch a deer and come back. Let's barbecue in the afternoon!"

"Huh, what am I going to do?" Matilda asked with his hand raised.

"Look at our Mr. Marin, don't let other bad women steal it." Faye's expression was serious and serious.

"I understand completely, let me leave it!" Matilda's expression was serious and serious.

What are you doing on a plane? What are bad women? Don’t you know what you are doing?

Ruiwo knew him very well and fell on Marin's head: "Malin, what is the next new novel written?"

"Didn't you just tell you the last volume of the adventures of Lyon last night?" Marin had a headache when she talked about this. This girl was really a little fairy. She actually liked to hear people tell stories. She told her all night for a middle of the night, which made Marin's head hurt.

"But it's over, what's the new story?" Ruiwo's eyes were full of expectations.

Facing his number one book fan, Malin shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Riwo, writing is not about laying eggs from a hen." Maya said with a smile.

"Okay, let's do it. I'll take Matilda and Revo to the National Press once. I have to ask Mr. President for some things."

Since things have been allocated, everyone has finished their meal and started to assign work.

The spare grain is working in an orphanage recently, so Mrs. Spot is responsible for guarding the house. Its little boys are now half old and start eating meat. She doesn't have to worry about it as before, but Marin felt that maybe the time to part ways was coming soon - I heard that the monsters would drive them away after the children grew up.

Alas, it’s a pity that there is no banquet in this world.

After changing into clothes, Marin took Matilda and Revo to the publishing house. Due to the low element, the mages who had already left the door had to walk with their feet. Thanks to Marin's previous preparation, the half-plane used a permanent teleportation channel, so they did not have to be unable to use because of low ebbs.

Of course, Marin would not use Route 11. He called the coachman at home - the old coachman Hizel, an old traveler who retired from the church. Because he was an orphan, he chose to continue serving in order to make more money for the family. Since that was the case, Marin hired him.

The church knew the situation and knew that the Marin family rarely used cars. Old Hizel came to Marin and was basically in a semi-retired state, so he was happy to do so.

This is the first time Marin has taken his car, which makes the old man who claims to be idle and about to get sick very happy.

Sitting at the door of the publishing car, the secretary who came to welcome him was still wearing the skirt, which made people wonder if she was still like before, and she pulled out the double-barrel shotgun from the bottom of the skirt with a disagreement.

"His Excellency Marin, welcome to the publishing house. What are you doing today?" Seeing Marin, the secretary asked with a smile.

"Ask some writing questions, is the president here?"

"Of course, but he is receiving guests now, so you still need to wait." The secretary's wife replied.

With this answer, Marin didn't care much about who it was - anyway, it must be a private matter, so he asked Old Hizel to find a warm place to rest first, and Marin took his girl into the hall.

"Good morning, Mr. Marin." The guards of the publishing house had been familiar with Marin for a long time. This time they met, they naturally said hello.

"Good morning, are you on duty today?" Marin asked with a smile as he looked at the young guard.

"Yes, but I'm on duty for my colleague, and he's married today."

"Is that true? Then, I'm a little bit interested here. Please help me with it." Marin said, handing out a fruit and throwing it into his arms.

"Thank you for your generosity!" said the young man gratefully.

"No need to thank me. When you get married, I will give you one too." Speaking of this, Marin looked at the secretary lady: "Who is you, ma'am."

"Sorry, Lord Marin, I am a believer of the Forbidden Marin sect." The woman smiled and rejected Marin's 'good intentions': "You don't need to introduce me anything."

What, are there any sects of forbidden marriages?

With such doubts, Marin was about to ask Matilda when he heard a roar from the second floor: "I haven't even talked about love! How could you let me write this thing!"

"You are qualified to write this thing because you have never been in love! Otherwise, I won't write it for you!"

Well, it should be the president and the author he saw were arguing.

But... these days, does this ghost world even have such inexplicable requirements for writing love stories?
Chapter completed!