Marceau stood on the street, and the cat squatted beside the cubs of the grassland elves, watching the puppet show operated by the Selesian players. Today's program is still the little guys' favorite drama of the knight and the princess. Seeing the end of the show, Marceau stood up and watched the little guys pestering the players to have another show, the cat snatched away with satisfaction.

In the years of the invasion of the New Eden, all Marceau could see was the pain of displacement, the tragedy of separation of his wife, and the daily life full of happiness and joy, which was so commendable in Marceau's eyes.

It’s a pity that no matter how beautiful the daily life is, there will be a day broken by the war. Just as Mr. Edmund’s once beautiful and happy life became a thing of the past overnight... So, just like someone blocking the invading army of madmen and madmen in New Eden, someone also needs to bring the retribution that had been late before for the murderers who caused Mr. Edmund to the dead end.

Walking on the street, watching the grassland elves, Tyr halflings, humans and tall elves running together. Marceau was in a trance in the night. He still remembered that after he opened his heart with Yan, it was also like this night. The cat and the cat girl walked under the moonlight and told each other about their own stories. Marceau mentioned his childhood experience, the girls were kind to him, and the girls felt that they were not worthy of the girls... Yan mentioned the friendship between the Five Colors Team, the path she had walked over the years, and even the stupid and heartbreaking brother of her.

Sighing, Marceau looked at the streets a little distracted. He still remembered that he naively thought that they should be considered close to each other... In fact, it was not at all. Over the past year, Marceau completely understood that the encounter with Yan was just a little beauty in fate. Such a wonderful cat girl was probably never likely to appear in his eyes again. The world has changed too much. Marceau felt that Yan now... was no longer the cat girl who would have braided her long hair and wore red flat glasses to accompany him to play at the M Comic Exhibition for a day.

There is a human player playing guitar on the roadside, singing a popular Chinese song recently. The old song found in the ruins was sang by a man in a hoarse voice. This human was also an uncle with a hoarse voice, so he sang it very well: "If I had given my sincere heart, I should be satisfied." It seems that I am not a Seles person, but I sang the words in a straight voice.

May you and I not suffer in vain.

Many elves and grassland elves stood beside him and listened to the melody. Marceau strides forward, and the singing gradually becomes unheard. The cat finally sighed and sang a sentence.

Walking around the corner, Marceau came to a mansion, looked at the house emblem on the door, the cat pushed open the yard door, looked at the open foyer, and looked at the people of the Kington family sitting or standing. The cat smiled naturally like a boy next door: "So, everyone is here."

The next second, the crossbow arrow flew from a distance. Marceau turned his head and let the cat pull out the long sword blocked two waves of arrows in succession. He used a lightning arrow to rush towards his young man and turned into flying ashes. However, another young man passed through flying ashes. With the sword in his hand, he shouted and waved his sword at the cat.

He turned sideways and let Guo's slash with a certainty. He pulled the resentment with his left hand, and pulled the long sword and the dagger of resentment on his neck, and let Guo's blood spilled. The cat raised the long sword, blocked a lead bullet with it, and threw down the musket. The old man, who looked like a housekeeper, rushed towards him quickly. The long sword passed through Marceau's side. The cat who had already made this attack hit the left knee hit the old man's knee. While he was kneeling, the long sword had been thrown by the cat, and the old woman who wanted to cast the spell was directly brought to the wall behind him by the long sword.

The old housekeeper's sword hilt was blocked by the cat cub with resentment. He stepped aside to attack. The cat cub hit the old man's face with the resentful handle, and then penetrated the dagger in his hand through his chest.

Pushing away the corpse, the lightning chain that inspired five balls hit the long sword, and brought it back to his hand. The cat once again used sideways to let the flying crossbow arrow pass over the almost crazy young woman, Marceau pulled out the nail gun, and a heavy lance flew over a not-so-short distance, smashing her entire head into pieces.

In the end, only the fifty-year-old man was left there. Marceau put away his dagger and stood there with a knife in his right hand: "You are the only one left."

"I know, you are the agent of the God of Revenge, right?"

"Yes, you must be Mr. Melkin, the last survivor of the Kington family."

"Yes, after today, there is no Kinton family in this world. It's a good job, a surrogate."

"This is what I should do. But are you sleeping soundly on the dead body of Contes' house?"

"It is natural that you should rest assured." The white-haired head stood up, and he walked towards Marceau with his long sword in his hands: "Life is so happy... until you appear, you ruined my family."

"I am deeply honored to be able to destroy an evil family like you with my own hands, which is what a surrogate like me should do."

After Marceau finished speaking, the cat with the long sword raised its long sword and began to attack. The long sword and the long sword burst into a large ball of sparks in the air. The long sword in Maceau's hand gradually destroyed until it was completely broken under the last blow. Then the long sword followed the punch and cut open Maceau's shell.

He shook off the blood stains from the long sword, took out the paper and wiped it clean. Marceau returned the long sword to the sheath, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

While walking through the garden, Marceau stopped and looked at the old dwarf standing by the roadside. Marceau saluted him: "Good evening, Mr. Edmund."

"Good evening, I seemed to have a very long dream. In the dream, I wandered aimlessly until I found myself on the scene of my judgment again, but I saw the kind-hearted little prince and the same kind-hearted you on the stage... Thank you, Mr. Marceau."

"This is yours." Marceau handed Edmund Dontes' resentment to him, but he did not stretch out his hand, but sighed: "I can no longer use it. You have fulfilled my wish on my behalf. This should be a gift for you. Mr. Marceau, thank you for fulfilling your wish for an old man like me who is blinded by hatred."

After saying that, his body began to become more transparent. Marceau looked at the once vengeful spirit who had purified himself and glanced at the dagger in his hand in a sigh.

Edmund Dontes' Joy

Item Type: Dagger

Item Level: Heirloom Soul Artifact

Item camp: Chaos and kindness

Attack Type: Piercing

Required attributes: Strength 6/Agility 10

Damage: 1-6(1d6)

Strike range: 12-20

Severe damage: 8

Weapon description (yellow): It turns out that there are really revenge practitioners in the world. It turns out that my resentment can be really resolved... Praise the gods.

Weapon Special Effects: When the user is the Avenger's agent, all damage will be doubled.

Weapon special effects: Those who are injured by this weapon must pass the faction identification. Any camp that is not a good target will receive an additional 5d6 basic damage (panel damage will be 6d6).

Weapon special effects: never lost, never damaged, never fall.

Weapon Weight: 2 lbs
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