Paving the long stone slabs on the street to the chest wall in front of the defense line, Marceau noticed that someone was crowded not far away. Out of curiosity, he walked over and pushed away the big men watching the fun, and saw the sharp ears crying in the crowd. In her arms, there was no love Marceau imagined, but only a sting sword full of rust marks.

"What's going on?" Marceau glanced at a squadron leader of the Blood Debt Team that was squeezed beside him.

"It's an indigenous people. She has a lover, a member of Fang Erduo over there. When the New Eden rushed to the southern passage, he and some of them stayed to block the New Eden... When we came back, we could not find their bodies." The squadron leader sighed: "Mr. Marceau, we have seen too many such things."

"I know." Marceau nodded.

No matter who has seen too many such things, the invasion of the New Eden has brought too much pain to this continent. Even if the owner of the sword can enter this world again, things have changed, even if his story with her can be continued... Today's death separation brings great pain to this indigenous girl, no one knows.

"Don't be afraid, Mamarta, your Aita will come back." Finally, a girl with square ears squeezed over, and she squatted to the aboriginal person and began to comfort her.

Marceau sighed, and the cat who was about to leave took two steps and noticed a sharp-eared grassland elf looking at him, as if he was about to speak but stopped.

Stopped, Marceau simply waved to him and recognized the prairie elves with sharp ears. This is the local prairie elves. Although humans and prairie elves were nervous because of the previous war, in the face of the great troubles of the invasion of the New Eden, these prairie elves born in Ashbey eventually returned to their hometown, and this prairie elves were one of them.

"Your Excellency... I am Mamarta's friend. Do you think Aita will really pass through the crystal wall system again and come to Mamarta's presence?"

He asked, but his eyes were filled with sorrow, and he looked at Mamarta from time to time.

Marceau nodded. He didn't know the sharp ear, nor did he know what relationship he had with Mamarta and Aita.

"...That's good. I thought this death would cause his soul to be severely damaged, and perhaps affect his next pass." This pointed ear seemed a little regretful.

Yes, everything in the world always has too many regrets and too few perfections.

Marceau patted his shoulder: "Do you like Mamarta?"

The young pointed ears were stunned for a moment, then looked around and confirmed that no one noticed this place. Then he pouted and finally left without saying a word.

Marceau sighed in her heart, but just like the cat's cat's creed, it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people. If the sharp ears feel that they can look at her from a distance, then the cat will not force themselves for others, but there is a saying that the dog will never have anything to lick.

Back on the line of defense, Marceau joined the construction work, and at the same time he noticed that at the visible end of the plains to the south, the new Eden flag appeared.

"We're here to visit!" Jiuye's alarm sound came from the newly built lookout tower.

"Let them come! We will welcome them warmly!" Some players laughed loudly.

Marceau paved the last piece of feldstone, then sat down on the ammunition box beside it, and the bullets had been distributed long ago, and now these boxes are used as seats.

"His Excellency Marceau." A girl's voice made Marceau turn his head, and he saw the pointed ears, Mamarta beside him and another girl.

Seeing Marceau talking, the girl said, "Your Excellency, I have something I want to ask you."

"You are..." Marceau felt that this person was similar to her companion from her appearance, but... he seemed to have a difference in age.

"Old son is the elders of Mamalta and Kamdodo. Lao Yan has a question, that is, how long do you think the invasion of the New Eden can last?"

Marceau was silent, and then smiled awkwardly: "Madam, I really can't answer this question, because it's like the arrival of the gray era, you'll ask people of that era how long the gray era can last."

"... Then, what you mean is that they can create more despair, right?" The lady's face was a little dark.

"Yes, they will create more despair, more separation from life and death, and more death..." At this point, Masce laughed: "And we, madam, we are here to stop them from doing this. Death is not scary, and we learned to retreat in a terrible way. Madam, no one in this world will be able to get rid of the shadow of death because of fear of death. This is the end of each of us who are alive. What we have to do is to let each of us not have to work overtime under the banner of the New Eden after death."

The old lady smiled a little cheerful. She smiled enough. She nodded: "Yes, I think the kitten is really interesting. Thank you for your answer. I will take good care of my junior..." She stretched out her hand and patted Mamarta's head: "Until Mr. Aita once again crossed the barrier that mortals cannot cross."

"He will come back, don't worry, madam, your junior is very cute and loves him so much. As long as he is still a man, he will definitely come back to find her." Marceau could see that this indigenous girl really touched the hearts of mortals. The Aita in her eyes also made the choice a man should make at the most dangerous time.

What a wonderful love. Without the invasion of New Eden, there would not be so much right and wrong between him and her.

It’s a pity that the good days are too short and the painful days are too long. In Marceau’s memory, the New Eden destroyed too many beautiful things.

"Their forwards are eight hundred yards away from us!" Jiuye's warning made Masce decide to end the conversation. He stood up, walked to Mamarta, reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "Be more confident in yourself, wait for your hell to come back, and give him a warm hug."

The girl smiled and nodded: "I'm so happy to hear that Aita will come back, so I'll work hard."

Watching the man with her companion leave, Masce took the musket handed over by Yuan. The cat girl has been watching all this since the beginning, and she can finally speak at this time, so she couldn't wait to speak: "The pointed-eared Aboriginal Boy named Kamdodo seems to really care about the Aboriginal Girl named Mamarta."

"But he certainly didn't know a proverb." Marceau checked the musket in his hand.

That proverb has been circulating among players for a long time.
Chapter completed!