As the priest of the Anonymous, Link Yinyue looked silently at the cat being cared for by the gods and the messenger of the foreigner group. The conversation between them made the middle-aged grassland elf frowned. As a middle-level member of the Anonymous Church, Link knew that every large-scale arrival of the foreigner would bring various events, the most famous and far-reaching influence was the dark era hundreds of years ago.

When he was still young, Link heard from his elders that the glorious era was a very beautiful era. The tribes of the East Continent that drove away the demons ushered in a rare peace and tranquility. However, the first small arrival of the foreigners disrupted everything. Then in the next 1400, millions of foreigners and millions of foreigners joined the evil camp, but more foreigners chose the way of goodness. In the next 14 years, countless mortals used their lives and vows to completely destroy the invading army of undead.

Therefore, Link has always respected the foreigners who can walk on the path of goodness, because there are too many temptations in this world, and some foreigners cannot resist the malice of this world. They deviate from the path of goodness and even walk to the opposite side of this avenue.

"...No, I don't think so. Everyone is a living existence. We are not your prey. We were not before, not now, and will not be in the future." The messenger from the foreigner group, who should be called "Southern Unity and United", said to the kitten.

"You also think so when you hunt others. It's such a respectful sentiment." The sarcastic answer from the kitten made Link's mouth slightly raised.

"The struggle between our north and south is at least open, and as for you, assassins like you will only use their knives behind their backs." The messenger said it well. Link had indeed heard of the struggle between these two foreigners groups. This open struggle was acquiesced without hurting innocent natives.

Of course, Link would not attack these foreigners because of this, but no one would want him to resurrect any foreigner who died in the fight who deviated from the way of goodness, and those who struggled in the quagmire of evil... it would be better to die all in the fight.

"That's why I can be a hunter, and you can only be prey... enough, go with your so-called kindness. As long as your heads can clearly show up on the taskbar of the God of Revenge..." The kitten climbed into the carriage and smiled at the messenger: "I promise that some of them will pay for their evil deeds."

"Everyone has to pay for their choice?" The messenger smiled. Then he turned around and left before leaving a sentence: "I really don't know who gave you the courage to fight against us in the whole alliance."

Watching everyone leave, Link turned back to the Great Hall.

The Anonymous Son of God was leaning on the recliner. Although this high man was twice as old as Link, he really had a heart and a child in his teens. At this moment, she looked up at Link: "Ah, Link, have they left?"

"Yes, Your Highness... There is one thing I don't know if I should say." Link leaned down and waited for the answer for a few seconds before he heard the curiosity of the Son of God: "Say it, Link, I'm listening."

So Link told the story of what happened in the square. There was no slight increase or deletion before the Son of God, and there was no lie to hide, and Link didn't think it was of any meaning to tell a lie. Those foreigners who were "unity and united in the South" would use their own camp to defend themselves.

"The foreigners are the strangest existence in the life of the foreign land we have ever seen. They are the light of hope, or the hymn of destruction..." After listening to Link's story, the Son of God first said this paragraph, and then looked up at Link: "You said that the group messenger called 'Southern Unity and United' threatened Mr. Marceau, right?"

"Yes, but Marceau doesn't seem to care about such threats. I have to say that this is a true fearless person. If I were in his position... at least I would be scared by the number of opponents of the 'Southern Unity' group." Link said truthfully with his ability, no one in the group would be his opponent, but if they rushed forward, to be honest, when the enemy became tens of thousands, Link felt that he was always exhausted by these unafraid of death.

Of course, this is just a pure comparison of quantity. If these guys really have the courage to attack themselves, the temple guards of the Anonymous Hall and the pilgrims in the square would not mind teaching these foreigners what it means to be a good person.

"Link, these foreigners group that are 'Southern United' and United' are fighting with the foreigners group called 'Northern Holy United' in the north. Have they reached a very nervous level?" The question of the Son of God made Lynch put away his radiant thinking, and he nodded vigorously: "The oracle of the gods said, don't interfere in the struggle between large foreigners groups, unless their existence threatens the survival of our indigenous people."

"If they take action, will Provence be hurt?" asked the Son of God again.

"...I don't know, Your Highness." Link said the truth: "I cannot make predictions about what has not happened or is about to happen. It is the realm of His Highness the Goddess of Destiny and the yarn in her hands, Your Highness."

"...But I think we can't let these foreigners fight again. Two days ago, a young foreign grassland elves died at the hands of the assassins of the 'Southern Unity and United'. If Mr. Marceau had not completed Mr. Ella's oracle first, I would have issued an order to capture all the assassins and their leaders... Link, be optimistic about Mr. Marceau's side. If those foreigners target Mr. Marceau, at least they are still some villains who are willing to keep order. If they dare to retaliate against Mr. Marceau's teammates indiscriminately... Tell me, I will let them understand that the hands of order and goodness do not only hold flowers, but face the double carriers of evil and chaos, our hands will hold swords and staff tightly."

"Yes, Your Highness, your will." Link leaned over and saluted.

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Marceau jumped out of the carriage, opened the door, and took her girls. Zhiqiu took Jing Lang and Jing Lu on the other side. Roland reached out to carry her Anlin out of her, and sat in the middle for a long time, and finally handed her hand to Marceau: "Come, help me."

Yu Maozai helped the man out of the car.

"What are we going to do next?" An Lin, who was put down by her lover, asked.

"We have to prepare well in the next two days and then continue to go north, so Anlin, we go to the market to buy things in the afternoon. Roland and Constantine. As big men in the team, you must be responsible for carrying large items." Yang said so. When he heard that he had his own task, Constantine and Roland nodded vigorously, indicating that they understood.

"By the way, Yang, I'm going to go out in the afternoon and meet my old friend... I always feel like I haven't seen you for a long time, and everyone is in the same city... I should meet you too." Eleuk said.

And his brother Jing Liu frowned: "Eliuk, are you going alone?"

"It's okay, brother, I'm just going to meet an old friend alone, it's no big deal." Eleuk said strange words.

Jing Liu pursed her lips, and finally nodded, indicating that she would not say anything again: "Yang, then when you go to the market in the afternoon, I'll go offline and take a break."

"No problem, Jing Liu, if you have nothing to do, you can do anything. I have adjusted the reminder time and will notify everyone half an hour in advance. Please don't go too far if you go out."

"No problem, Zhiqiu is off the line first!" Zhiqiu finished speaking and immediately ran into the hotel.

Marceau looked at the twins following into the hotel, and stopped and decided to let them have a good private space with him to look at Anne, and found that the man seemed to be entering the hotel, so he quickly reached out and grabbed her hand: "Anne, let's go to the market to take a look."
Chapter completed!