"Noon, Son of God."

At Mogus's supervisory life was not static, and Marceau had to face some uninvited guests.

Sometimes, guests are nobles, usually with some purpose, which varies from person to person.

Sometimes, guests are legends, and usually want to play various roles in this new country, which also vary from person to person.

And this time the guest was very special, a white lich.

Prindall is her last name and her name. The lady came to Marceau, not to want to obtain any benefits or to do anything. She came over and just wanted to obtain a spoil belonging to Marceau.

The prince's skull.

"Who is he yours?" Marceau was not unwilling to give up the spoils, but he needed a reason.

"He forgot who he is, but I didn't, so, give my Paji back to me, the old woman, okay?" Although he was a legend, the lady had no momentum. She just lowered her head and looked at Marceau, like begging.

"He is your lover?" Mingmei beside Marceau was a little curious.

"Yes, my love with him is as yesterday, but it is a story from hundreds of years ago. So, son of Dann, would you return Paji's skull to me?" The white lich stood there, Marceau thought about it, and finally took the skull out of his trophy box.

"Thank you, son of Dane, your choice to make an old woman feel what she wants." Mrs. Plindor's thanks had no effect on Marceau. If it weren't for the prince and the recognition of his personal charm, Marceau would not have left this skull.

After seeing off the old lady, Marso turned his head and looked at Mingmei: "Have you found the storyline?"

"I found it. Paji and Plindor were a couple in the glorious era. Because of the disagreement of the parents, Paji was killed when he took Plindor away from the capital. Later, Paji transformed himself into an undead and secretly protected Plindor."

This is a very vulgar story, a story where a dog licks until it ends up having nothing, and a story where a dog licks even if it dies.

It was very vulgar, but when the tide of destruction invaded and the dark age came, Prindor protected Paggie at the cost of his life from being controlled by the tide of destruction. She transformed herself into a white lich, and she walked with him on this continent, fighting for innocentness until she was separated from him in a battle.

She didn't know that he died in battle again, and finally a blank soul was generated on its dead body. This should have been a resentful spirit, but the mother god of the grassland elves felt his sorrow and helped the embers rekindle, so he wandered in the continent with blank memory and reason until he met Marceau's grandfather, Sudejin back then.

So Yu Huo, who only remembered the appearance of the mother god, embarked on the road to the other side of the mountain range, and Madame Prindor was seriously injured in the subsequent war and had to seal herself, and it was not until recently that she reappeared on earth.

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It was just the remains of fire that rekindled from other people's corpses, ashes that I couldn't remember in the past.

Marceau still remembers what the prince said.

So it is really a killing thing to be unable to fall in love freely.

The girls were moved so much.

But what can be moved? While thinking this, Marceau had to nod his head under the girl's eyes of killing cats.

Ash's reconstruction was boring and a headache for the cat, and on the New Eden side, the army of the clearing king had already controlled three provinces in the northeast. The imperial army had almost no resistance against the authority granted by the prince. However, those noble private soldiers often fought to the end.

But in Zhou Zhigan's words, there is only one person who moves against the trend of history and is killed by the wheel of history.

Why are there no nobles on the Eastern Continent who want to go against the trend of history and do the mantis arm's chariot? It's so boring to watch the construction site as a contractor all day long?

"Today is boiled fish." Mr. Butler from the Palace sent a feeding war from the Little Queen for half a year. Food is no longer a rare thing. With the formation of the fishing fleet, Ashby's eastern provinces entered a large army that was surround the sea to eat, which made the members of the Kitten Group responsible for security engineering very happy.

After all, there are fresh fish every day. Although the dried fish is delicious, there is no delicious fish that is cooked.

The little queen quickly learned to cook under the education of the girls of Marceau's family. Although this made the royal housekeeper and nobles complain, in Marceau's opinion, they wanted to send the little queen away to establish a new king.

"Our queen actually understands it too." This is what Asami, who walked into the tent, said to Marceau when she saw the fish.

"I think so." Marceau nodded.

This little queen entered the adult world too early. Under such circumstances, Marceau really couldn't refuse their "good intentions". After all, it would be better to bring this little guy by her than to let a child like her face this cruel world.

Even if she is already a psychological adult, from the root point of view, she is just a child.

A child is not much older than Masce's daughters.

So, if she needs a knight to protect her, Marceau feels she has no choice.

After all, it was Marceau's wish that she and Anta could survive.

Speaking of wishes, some of the wishes of those years were not fulfilled, such as seeing my father, some were fulfilled, some were fulfilled, some were fulfilled, some were over-fulfilled, such as girls.

It really makes the cat happy when it is a blessing.

With this feeling and as such a life continues day by day, when Ashubi City was rebuilt and the entire country began to revive, the countdown to the fifth opening era had also appeared on the website.

Three months.

The Civil War in New Eden obviously does not need to produce a result, or Cambrian does not want too many players to intervene.

But in Marceau's view, the emperor of the new Eden was already out of reach, and even if Zhou Zhigan held an account, he would win.

Since that's the case, New Eden doesn't need to be too concerned. Marceau began to hand over the work to Albert of the Manan family in a planned manner.

After all, the reformist aristocrats are more in line with the taste of Masce.

The prince of the conservative nobles said nothing. He had completely retreated behind the scenes. In Marceau's opinion, even if they left, Ashby's nobles had nothing to do with him even if they fought a civil war.

Really, if these idiots really want to use the guys in their hands to decide a victory or defeat, then Marceau would never mind that I have already cleaned up the situation. If you are trying to die by yourself, even if God comes, you can't save you.

It is not to let go, but the indigenous battles under Marceau's name will wipe out these nobles.
Chapter completed!