Facts have proved that the two-liter package of high-purity alcohol is still too powerful for ordinary young people. The Crown Prince who shared a small glass raised his neck to show respect for the wine given by His Highness, and drank it after a while.

He slid off the table and started talking nonsense.

None of his followers were good, they were all drunk, and their old age was ominous, and then they all slid off the table in unison.

Hank, who said that the wine was good, could only ask the guards to come over and help these guys to rest, and then looked at the bucket in Marin's hand: "It has been a long time since I drank the wine brewed by the western dwarves. Your Highness, you are really awesome."

Generous."

"As long as you like it." Marin pushed the bucket to Hank while drinking.

"Your Highness, I like wine, but such high-purity dwarf spirits must be very rare, and you don't have many." Although Hank said this, his hand holding the barrel still betrayed his master's true feelings.

.

"It's okay. I still have one here. It's rare to find a non-dwarf who can drink this wine with me. I'm going to have a good time today." After Marin finished speaking, he waved to a few dwarves who were looking at them not far away:

"Come! Dwarves! Come and drink wine!"

So the dwarves, who were mostly soldiers and gendarmes, were no longer afraid. They sat on the table, divided the wine and started drinking.

"Your Highness, do you really have a lot?" Hank asked with some excitement as he watched Marin take out a bucket again.

"Yes, a lot." Marin nodded - ever since the large distillation tanks were built by the dwarves in the name of 'industrial alcohol', the entire Carterburg area's moonshine industry has been hit by an unprecedented impact, which has never been seen every time.

Foreign moonshiners who can produce dozens of tons of alcohol often go to great lengths to transport their moonshine into Carter Castle, only to find that the biggest bosses of the moonshiners here are the dwarves under Marin's name, because they are dwarves.

, their brewing is legal in the first place, and coupled with the huge production capacity of 'industrial alcohol', the local moonshiners have either changed their minds and started other businesses, or they have left their families under the pressure of brutal competition.

Since Hank liked the wine, Marin simply stuffed ten barrels into the small storage bag he gave him. Old Hank smiled from ear to ear and thanked Marin again and again for the gift.

It can be said that this meal was drunk to the fullest. In the end, Marin looked at everyone at the bottom of the table and stood up with great satisfaction - Marin's physical condition prevented him from getting drunk, but this kind of excitement has never happened since he graduated from a church kindergarten.

Nothing happened after that.

After leaving the battlefield restaurant, Marin stood under the starry sky, the stars at the top of the sky, the birch forest in the distance, and the soldiers sitting under the campfire singing the songs of this moment.

This land is the same as it was eight thousand years ago, except that this time the war is no longer driven by warmongers, conspirators, lunatics, and lunatics. Now, the soldiers sitting in the trenches do it for the motherland and family behind each other.

And against the enemy of the entire civilization.

Marin, the era of the past has passed.

Marin sat on the mound nearby, lit a cigarette for himself and looked up at the stars.

Until Maya walked out of the transmission channel, she came behind Marin, knelt down, stretched out her hands, and hugged Marin from behind.

"Maya, my dear, why are you here?" Marin turned his head and looked at the lover in front of him lovingly.

"Our sisters heard what Jessica said. One of her descendants still remembers you, because she is in a demiplane, which is another world..."

"I discovered that child. Speaking of which, do you want to enter the demiplane?" Marin looked at Maya.

"Faye and Nova have their careers in the mortal world. Sister Faye needs to take care of our group, and sister Nova needs to manage her kingdom. But we all feel that if one day comes, we are still willing to work in the demiplane

Waiting here." At this point, Maya's face was full of sadness: "The goddess of fate is really a wicked god. We are already desperate. We thought we would forget your existence, but the goddess of fate gave us a

The choice is to forget you or not be able to say goodbye to you."

"...Maya, wouldn't it be better for you to remember me? And I always feel that on that day, the ceremony will be very lively. I will be able to perform better if you are not here."

"real?"

"real."

Facing Maya's doubts and confusion, Marin nodded - because Marin always felt that one day, the subspace would have come into contact with this world, and maybe Marin's ceremony would be different.

All the monsters and monsters will come, and if my girl is present, I'm afraid it will have a lot of influence.

Therefore, Marin thought it would be better for them to hide in the demiplane.

After telling Maya her analysis, her leopard girl thought about it and felt that it was really like what Marin said. There were too many people at the scene, and it might endanger her own life and the lives of others.

With such concerns, Maya lowered her head and kissed Marin's forehead: "You're right, we can't be a burden to you. It's better to be missing for a while than to be forgotten forever."

"Look, isn't this right?" Marin smiled and patted Maya's face, his own leopard girl, but Marin had watched her grow up: "Maya, remember, this matter is only for you sisters.

Got it, got it?"

"Of course we understand that I came here this time because I have the best tolerance for long-distance teleportation, and my sisters said that my contact with you will least arouse others' suspicion." Maya replied with pride on her face.

"Your sisters are right." Marin only felt that his leopard girl was a little natural. In the eyes of others, Maya must be the one who can't hide secrets the most.

She looked the same as before, which proved that nothing happened.

And Marin doesn't want what he does in the future to be made known to everyone, just to avoid causing uproar in the city during the ceremony - it's nothing, just because someone with high mobility will be quick to think about Marin.

The ball is dead, why not take advantage of this great opportunity to participate in the grand event.

This is not possible. After all, Marin doesn't think this will be a good thing in his heart. It is better to keep a low profile and watch the glitz of the world.

"Now that I've finished talking, I have to leave." After Maya finished speaking, she stood up, and Marin also stood up. She opened a transmission channel: "Come, I will take you back."

………………

Maya's visit here did not arouse any suspicion, and there was nothing suspicious about Marin sending Maya back to Farol's palace. After all, Marin is a god now, and it is not a problem for a god to eat double portions of endurance, and

It can also be proved from the side that Marin is still a madman who protects his wife.

After sending Maya to the palace, Marin was not in a hurry to go back, but took the child's two favorite snacks into the cemetery - his apprentice and adopted daughter were buried there. To these two poor

The child put down the sacrifice, and Marin looked at the area where they were - the lives here were all orphans who died for various reasons. Their parents were gone, and they eventually died in accidents.

, they can only be buried here.

Looking at the photos on the stone tablet and the children's smiles, Ma Lin sat aside. From time to time, spiritual bodies appeared in this area. They were the innocent remnant souls of the children. Ma Lin knew that Su Su's emotional soul had entered.

He took on a new body, but this child... Marin sat with a trace of expectation until dawn.

With regret, Marin stood up, opened the teleportation channel, and walked towards the battlefield.

When he was about to enter the passage, Marin sensed a new remnant soul forming behind him. He turned around and saw his apprentice standing in front of his tombstone.

"Mentor," he said.

"Good boy." Marin nodded.

"I'm sorry, I can't be your apprentice anymore." When the child said this, the smile on his face disappeared. Behind him, the other shore was taking shape, and a ferryman in black robes rowed a boat and approached behind the apprentice.

’s small pier.

"Do you know where you are going?" Marin frowned.

"On the other side, my dad must be there... I can finally see him." When he mentioned his father, the child became happy again. He looked at Marin with a happy smile on his face: "Mentor,

Will my father recognize me?"

"...He will definitely recognize you." Marin watched the child walk towards the boat. This is the ferryman of the Mana River. It will not be wrong. It will measure the sin of a soul, and the guilty will be punished.

Sinking into the river.

"It would be great if that's the case. I will tell him that I am also a great hero who has helped everyone." The child stood on the boat, and then the agility on his face disappeared. The weak soul could not escape the fate of being judged.

, and Marin could only watch the boat take the child to the other side.

Finally, with a long sigh, Marin turned and left.

I lied to a child today because I don't know how to explain all this, because some things cannot be explained at all.

After passing through the transmission channel, Marin saw Hank. The old man saw Marin appearing, and the solemnity on his face finally loosened. He smiled: "Your Highness, Marin, are you going out to relax?"

"Yes, I went to say goodbye to a child, my apprentice." Marin told the truth.

"I heard the story of that child. He was a hero and a fearless warrior. I heard that his father was also a hero who died on the battlefield. It's true that a father has no son." Hank does seem to have a crush on Marin's apprentice.

understood.

Marin sighed, gave the old man a cigarette, and then saw a dwarf hanging on a torture rack. His military uniform looked like it had been broken by a whip, because there were many whip marks on his body:

"what happened to him."

"A deserter, escaped three days ago, and then this fool came back again." Hank said.

"Deserts, don't your deserters be shot?" Marin asked.

"It is almost certain that dwarfs will jump away when they see chaos. This is their nature and cannot be controlled by themselves. This is the first time for this kid to return to the front line by himself. He said that at that time, all he could think about was escape.

We felt sorry for him, so we only gave him ten lashes instead of twenty, but if there is a next time, we will definitely shoot him." Hank said this and looked at Marin: "Your Highness, don't you?

do you know."

Then the old man patted his head again: "I forgot, your highness, even the dwarfs in your army are brave warriors. Unlike our Eastern Kingdom, in the army, not to mention the timid dwarfs, almost all

Every race will have deserters, some because they are too hungry, some because they are too afraid...some people are not suitable for the battlefield after all, and the war with Chaos forces us to push everyone onto the battlefield."

"No, none of this is our fault. We are not at fault. It is Chaos that is at fault. It is their invasion that has turned us humans into such a miserable state. Our civilization has been destroyed, our history has been trampled, and our

Life is like a candle in the wind..." At this point, Marin sighed.

All this is not a problem of any human being, but a problem of chaos.

Marin sighed and followed Hank to the command area. The latest information came. Yesterday, there was a firefight on the nearby fronts. In Marin's case, the leader of the demon should have wanted to personally lead his elite to attack this area.

Kill all humans in one line of defense.
To be continued...