"Do you know, you are a very small number of people who have become judges as foreigners, little guy." In the locker room, Mo Qingyu said while tying a belt for Marceau. The earth dragon skin from the north has a dark brown color of the earth, and the beautiful metal buckle has a badge of the steel hand. This is one of the judge's emblems: "It really matches your leather robe. Speaking of which, the crimson red is almost brown, and it matches the judge very much. Your little guy's luck is really a standard strong luck."

"Thank you, but Sister Mo, these are all things I can do alone." Marceau was a little embarrassed. Although the girl in front of him was a real lady. Maceau felt a little...sorry for making this person serve him like this.

"You are the judge. As your messenger, I will serve you for granted. And don't forget that now it's live broadcast. We cut off the sound source. What you have to do now is to put on your robes, go down to the ground, and then select a few chunks to turn them into burnable parts." Get up, looking at the kitten taller than you, Mo Qingyu smiled and reached out to tidy up Marceau's collar: "Silk shirt, speaking of it, the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the judge is really a little jealous, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the responsibility, the more you need to show your ability, do you know."

"I know this, Sister Mo." Marceau naturally knew this. The gods threw Sha'an, the chaotic paradise, to himself, just to let the kitten holding a knife kill a cat that turned upside down, and there was no need to be afraid of killing the donkey. As long as you act properly, you don't need to be afraid of anything.

"Come on, dear Anne, bring the battle robe of our judge." Turning around, he said to Anne who was holding the hanger. Mo Qingyu took the red dragon leather robe from the hanger, put it on the cat from behind Marceau, then rolled up the cuffs, and tied the collar: "Ah, what a gentleman, I was a little moved."

"Sister Mo, if you are moved, welcome to join the Xicuizhuang poop shovel committee." Jiuye, who was sitting in the corner, looked at the book, raised his head and smiled.

"Just kidding, how could I, a sister, compete with you guys for such an excellent boy?" He stretched out his hand and patted Marceau's red face. Mo Qingyu smiled and took a step back: "Perfect. When he was very young, his father always liked to dress me up beautifully, and said that this is the love of his father for his children..." Perhaps he realized something, Mo Qingyu smiled and shook his head: "I'm talking a lot today. OK, Lord Judge Ma, don't hesitate to go to the deck to say hello to the guys who have been standing in the sun for half an hour."

"Well." Marceau nodded, took the scepter leaning from the coffee table, and the cat snapped his fingers: "Let's go and meet the owners of this city."

"Yes, the master..." Putting away the book in his hand, Jiuye opened the door for Marceau: "In addition to the guys below, there are only foreigners who are unscrupulous and honest civilians in the entire city of Lubaxia."

"Don't forget, Jiuye, maybe there are still a certain number of unlucky people in the sewer, waiting to tell us that they need freedom, democracy and human rights." Marceau smiled and made such a cold joke with Jiuye: "I remember that's right, the games in the Middle Ages were all this chaotic routine."

"Yes, freedom and chaos are synonymous, democracy and deception are homophonic, and human rights... If you can't even continue a race, your personal death will be on the agenda of death." Anne put the hanger back and then followed up and said, "Make a bet, Marceau will definitely hang these rats in the sewer first."

In response, Jiuye shrugged: "This is a bet that you will obviously lose, and I'm not a fool." After she said that, she turned her head to look at Mo Qingyu: "Sister Mo, it should be you who will lead the way."

"Yes, I forgot it." Marceau, who had already walked out of the door, smiled and made way for Kaikai. He watched Mo Qingyu walk forward with a smile, and then the cat followed her.

"I want to say that you little guys are obviously a bit extreme. You must know that everything has two sides, the advantageous side and the disadvantageous side." Mo Qingyu introduced this as she walked at the forefront: "And Marceau's current job is to keep the favorable ones and let the disadvantages go away."

"Sister Mo said it right." Marceau was convinced. Yes, there are usually no absolute things in this world except chaos and evil gods. Their existence is a mistake. Every day, this existence will be constantly infected, just like a disease.

"Okay, don't brag about me, little guy, let's go up the deck."

Walking on the deck, the Kitten Saint and the Grass Elf Paladin were already waiting in armor. As the inquisitor's force benchmark, they are now wearing burqas and holding light swords. This is a two-handed weapon developed for the Kitten and the Grass Elf.

Anne walked to the front of the queue, and the battle mage took the judge's private flag from his sister, with a red bottom, a black edge, and a black blade pierced the black heart. This is a very standard judge's private flag.

"Let's go! Young boys." As Mo Qingyu gave the order, Anne held down the gangway with a flag. Behind her, the Paladin and the Holy Assassin divided into two rows, and walked down the gangway neatly in silence, and then arranged on both sides. Compared with the nobles' private soldiers, it was enough to make these idiots who thought they were elites pale.

Annie put the bottom of the flagpole in her hand against the flag on the ground, as if it were a signal. First, Mo Qingyu walked down, then Jiuye and Yang, then Mingen and Mingmei, then Babalim, the rabbit girl who has changed her previous image as a greedy rabbit, put on a bright red robe in the court of justice, and half-framed glasses, was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye. The most important thing is... The rabbit girl's chest looks more informative than Annie, and although she still can't escape the grasp of a palm,...at least it is round.

Marceau felt that he had found a lifelong enemy for the girls.

Finally, it was Marceau's turn. The cat walked down the gangway with a expressionless face, walked past the girls lined up on both sides of the red carpet, and stood in front of the powerful people all over the city. The freshly released judge accepted the tribute. The face of the Lynch City Lord was a little distorted, but he still gave the etiquette that a noble should have to be to Marceau, the judge.

"Welcome to Lebasha, Lord Judge, may the battle flag of the judge never fall."
Chapter completed!