And Nova sighed: "My husband, you are really going to pose a problem to me, because now I am wondering how long it will take you to kill all the nobles in Farol." At this point, Nova laughed: "

It shouldn’t take too much time, so why not choose to follow your footsteps, after all, you know that there is not much tenderness between me and the nobles.”

In Marin's view, the two girls who are most likely to object have chosen to side with Marin, so the next thing will be simple.

"Chief Political Commissar Tonkin Spencer, I have an order." Marin stood up, and the marshal's staff on the stand not far away flew into Marin's hand.

"Yes, Sir, I am listening." Tokin puffed up his chest.

"You go back first and tell the soldiers that I will come to them tomorrow and I will tell them my choice then. Remember, keep a little mystery for me." After that, Marin watched the young man go.

Enter the teleportation channel opened for him.

Then Marin turned his head - Matilda put the marshal's cape on his shoulders: "Dear, at least let me grow older before you do this."

"No, you said that height does not determine ambition." Matilda replied.

Marin raised his eyebrows, a little embarrassed to argue.

Indeed, height is not what matters in ambition, but generally speaking, this kind of thing should usually be combined with short cute girls from foreign villages.
Chapter completed!