To be honest, when returning to Paroonst from the north, Marceau has not had the time to come out alone to cover the road like today. There are no murderers who are determined to avenge, nor are there any thieves who are slitting the path on the roadside. The world is peaceful, and it is really light. ︽,

The cat with his hands in his pockets and swung his tail while walking to the square. Looking at the four-story building in front of the south side of the square, he was stunned for a while. In his previous life, Maso had never seen this building. When the players entered Paroonst, they fought with the noble private army in this large area, which was originally a grassland. At that time, the player beat the flares and lighting spells everywhere. The cat went around for half a circle and confirmed that one of its windows had not been installed yet. So he found an opportunity to approach a grassland elf who was supervising the worker, confirmed that she had pointed ears, and then asked: "I have a question to ask, a friend with pointed ears."

The prairie elf girl turned around and found that the person who asked her in prairie elf's low-level words was a kitten man. She immediately smiled: "Cat, what do you want to get the answer from me?"

The Lower Language of the Grassland Elves represents the Garolean language. Generally speaking, the Grassland Elves in the south use Lower Language, while the Grassland Elves in the north include the Dragon Claw Basin and its northern capital use Grassland Elves. This is the language system of the Telshanren. Of course, there are only a few pronunciations between these two language systems. It is enough for ordinary players to master one of them to talk directly with the players of Telshan and Galor. As a kitten person who has been in contact with this difference since childhood, Marceau will naturally use this difference reasonably.

"Whose building belongs to this building?"

"Lin's, the sisters have made a lot of money recently, so they are planning to expand a large-scale chamber of commerce headquarters for their business group. The two floors below are also preparing to open the largest auction house and trading hall in the East Continent."

"So that's it, thank you for your introduction."... I'm so fucking. Mingmei and Mingen are so good at playing. Whether in reality or in the game, the couple's favorite thing is to walk their own path, and then leave their opponents with no way out until they treat themselves as dumplings.

"By the way... I think you look familiar." The girl from the older group blinked at Marceau: "Black-haired ponytail, black vertical pupils, and white pointed tail... Marceau?"

"Huh!" Marceau was a little surprised. Before today, Marceau had never met this person, so how could she know herself: "How could you know me?"

"Of course it's the Lin sisters. They often mention you and mention your performances in a very proud tone..." Speaking of this, the girl smiled and introduced herself: "By the way, I forgot to introduce it. My name is Milanlan. Titimore, who is the construction engineer of the Kwai Chamber of Commerce in Garrol. Considering the friendship between the Lin sisters and the Oranto sisters, and the kindness you little guy did in the north, our Chamber of Commerce specially accepted the Lin's commission without any taste."

"Ah, thank you, but then again, I always felt that the things I did were just normal things." Marceau said modestly.

"You're welcome, young man, no one can erase the efforts you've made. By the way, what do you think of this building?"

The older group mentioned the construction. Marceau had to admit that the building materials were solid and integrated, and the integrated exterior wall was obviously the crystallization of mud into stone. If Marceau was not mistaken, this integrated exterior wall could be equipped with anti-magic arrays. After independent activation, it could invalidate spells below level 5-6. It can be said to be a fortified protection: "How thick is this exterior wall."

"The key part is one meter thick and is fully petrified. Fences and alarms can be installed on the windows. For thieves, it is comparable to prisons. For those skilled guys, I think the Lin sisters should not lack loyal and reliable prosecutors as guards." Milanlan's words were deeply agreed by Marceau. Prosecutors performed very well in the game. Although many prosecutors did not accumulate too much life experience and could not play prosecutors like mages well because they had just left the factory, they were unique in melee combat. The definition of death in the prosecutors was completely different from that of players, so they were not afraid of death at all. For them, it was natural to die to protect their master's life and property. Therefore, prosecutors were considered by natural players to be the most terrifying opponents in this game world.

"Yes, your buildings have a strong northern style, but then again, there is really no problem with such a small fortified building." Marceau felt that no matter how prairie elves and brainstorms were, it would be impossible for these little guys to bring such a building in the center of his city.

"This is absolutely fine. The Lin sisters provide the first floor of the basement to the city guards and the Grey Eagles for free." Milanlan's answer made Marceau stunned.

"Grey Eagle?"

"Yes, this guy seems to have obtained a royal investigation permit, and now he has entered Paroonst openly. And the team that was driven away before will not enter Paroonst, so there is no way to go on this side of the temple." Milanlan shrugged: "To be honest, I have no malice to the Gray Eagles, but when I heard that their people were undercover, they actually participated in the operation of selling children. This is already challenging our bottom line, so I don't have any good feelings for these guys." After Milanlan said that, it seemed that she found that Marceau had nothing to do now, so she took out a bag: "By the way, my friend's cub just came to Paroonst today. I, the elder, made some snacks for him. If you have time, can you give it to him?"

"No problem, but you have to at least tell me what his name is, where he looks like and what he looks like." Marceau took the bag and confirmed the weight of the bag. Well... it should be a cake?

"Of course, he is a small square-eared guy who is different from me, Carl Lingyin and Gongbray. He is now responsible for decorating the house for another noble in the north of the city. Last night, the noble family was in trouble. The family was killed by a strong man from somewhere. Now the only surviving son is asking Carl that little guy to be responsible for the redecoration project at the scene of the murder."

Marso was stunned for a moment, finally nodded and took on the task: "No problem, I will definitely send it."

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To be honest, fate is really fickle. When Marceau openly showed the evidence given to him by Madam Milan, and then walked into the mansion from the front differently than when he came last time, the little guy Carl was discussing their work with his friends in front of a large drawing rack. Seeing Marceau, the cat partner was very happy to take the snacks handed over by Maceau: "It turned out that Aunt Milanlan made delicious snacks for me. Aunt Milanlan is really good at it. The cake is made even better than my mother."

Little guy, your mother will definitely smash your unfilial butt when she hears this.

While complaining, Marceau noticed the young man from the Dorley family, who was talking to several Grey Eagles, the guerrilla Knights and the head of the City Guards. He was far away and used soundproofing spells. Marceau could not hear anything about their conversation at all, but considering that he was also an insider, he thought he was talking about his parents.

"Ah, do you know the tragedy that happened in the Dorley family? It's so pitiful. Both my father and mother were killed." Carl lowered his voice and said.

"Well, I've heard of it." Marceau said, and added in his heart.

If you ask me what I will know, of course I won’t tell you that it’s me who is doing it.

"By the way, Mr. Marceau, I have another business here. Maybe you can meet me tonight?" Speaking of this, Carl patted his shoulder bag: "It's definitely a big business."

Hearing that there was a big business, Marceau nodded: "No problem, I will listen carefully then." (To be continued.)

ps: At 50 today, I finished typing and prepared to upload it. Then I logged in for 10 minutes...
Chapter completed!