Since the first opening, foreigners have changed too many aspects of the world. For example, before the first opening, food was only found in the mouths of sailors who went to the turbulent continents in the south. The catering industry in the Ayarok continent was rampant with dark food, and various raw food and three-quarters of cooked food were popular. Players in the internal beta said that in the first year, that day was simply impossible, and every meal was a silent test. At that time, players and nobles could have a large-scale fight for whom the ownership of a wild goat. The little nobles who were wiped out and the players who were hung with street lights emerged one after another. The enthusiasm of players to defend food to the death made the aristocratic indigenous people very troubled. No matter what ownership of the foreign people, for them, the creatures in the wild are ownerless. Do you think that honeycomb belongs to the nobles? OK, let him prove it with his life.

In the end, the internal test players exchanged their lives for the nobles to have to ignore the "hunting" behavior of the foreigners. The foreigners were completely unreasonable in this regard. In that era, the most popular after-dinner activity was to eat clean foreigners launch a pig attack when facing the private army of the nobles who came to attack after receiving reports. They were indifferent to life and death, and if they were not convinced, they would do it. This character was hanging the street light and turned around and became a hero again.

However, it was precisely because of the first opening era that foreigners came to this world. The cooking masters among them changed the recipes of this world with their own efforts. In the fifth opening era, after experiencing the improvement of foreigners in the first four opening eras, the food in this era is very close to the world of foreigners (that is, players). Therefore, when you walk into the hall, the first thing Marceau sees is that the roasted whole sheep is in the desert area of ​​Sha'an. The food of sheep can be said to be very expensive. Of course, the price of sheep is acceptable in the south of Ashubi. In the central province of Sha'an, this roasted whole sheep can be called "precious".

After all, raising sheep requires forage, which is the most scarce thing in desert areas.

Compared with the banquets where fresh meat is popular in the north, the south provides more food that is relatively precious to them, so Marceau saw various fruits. He said before that as a desert kingdom, fruit can be called a "luxury product". Babalim can be said to be like a mouse falling into a rice jar. The rabbit girl is now catching the heaven fruit and gnawing it very happily. This is a specialty of Shaan. Because of the lack of moisture, this "fruit" does not have much moisture, so the taste is very sweet and is deeply loved by grassland elves. As a mixed-race child, Babalim can be said to be a biological instinct for eating this fruit.

The rabbit girl can shake her cheeks and chew heavily, but Marceau doesn't. The judge who held Mo Qingyu first shook hands with everyone present under the introduction of Lord Lynch, and then talked to everyone sitting there. The most talked about was naturally faith.

Of course, this is not the answer of Marceau. As a sage, there is no advantage in answering the answers that all the girls, as a pastor, have. All Marceau needs to do is stand a good position for the girls.

It's really a busy job.

The cat thought so, sighed so much, and at the same time, he also looked at various gazes in the hall from time to time.

Just when the cat thought that if there was a guy who was not open to his eyes threw white gloves at him, an old man in a gray robe came over with a few young men. The man was all white and looked very energetic. He saluted Marceau first: "Dear sage of vertical pupils, the descendant of death, Lord Paroonst's judge, I am Master Laupal Caschi of the Arcane Brotherhood."

"Hello, Mr. Laupal, is there anything wrong?" Since it is from the Arcane Brotherhood, I don't think it is an opponent. After all, the Arcane Brotherhood has made certain contributions to the employment of Marceau's sage, and can be regarded as one of Marceau's backstages.

"Yes, the sages of the Seven-Key Guard have informed us to cooperate with your actions, but when we were outside before, you didn't seem to need us to help you, so now I'll say hello to you." The old man smiled at this point, and turned his head and signaled a young mage to come over: "Come on, let me introduce you to you, this is Baruch Sandru, the Sixth Ring Mage."

Six Rings, if you regard Arcane One to Ninth Rings as Ninth Rings, then this person is at least a half-step legend. Marceau nodded: "Since you are from the Sandru family, you should have something I have given. I am very curious about why you still have the courage to appear in front of me." Speaking of this, Marceau was silent for a moment: "Do you think that with your teacher protecting you, I dare not take action?"

"There is, I just think it's better for you to let this person go." The old mage said with a smile.

Marceau smiled and said, "You always have to give me a reason."

"He is the descendant of an elder in the Arcane Brotherhood..." The old man raised his brow: "Of course, his surname is not Sandru, you know."

"I understand, the illegitimate son, the Sandru family did not kill him for some purpose, but instead made him a mage, which seemed to be a young man." Marceau replied after looking at the young mage.

In response to this, the young man nodded for granted. He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand: "The teacher told me not to give up his head before, but I think there will always be people who think that the Sandru family is not bleeding enough, so out of respect for the gods, and the two factors that you let my younger brother go before, I stood up because I think we can still communicate."

Marceau nodded with a smile, then reached out and grabbed the young man's hand, and threw him off guard to the ground.

"Trag him out, the remnants of the Sandru family need to be with his family and dance with the wind." Marceau turned around and looked at the holy servants who followed in.

"You dare!" Laupal roared.

The next second, Anne, who was following Maso, set up a plane anchor. Shayga, who had already arrived behind Rauupa, raised his hand and fired a magic nail. This was the super power of the magic breaker. They could transform a crossbow arrow into a arcane nail that destroyed all the blessings on the target. So this arcane nail directly wiped out the blessings that the old man had just cast on him. Maso put the long sword in his hand into Mo Qingyu's hand, and then punched Laupaul's belly. At this moment, the cat who did not have the heart to respect the elderly and love the young watched the old man bent down in pain, grabbed his beard and pulled him down, and then knocked him over with a cat punch.

At this time, Yuan had already brought the remaining young mages of the same kind of Saint Assistant. Facing the Saint Assistant, these indigenous people were very sensible and approached by the Saint Assistant, the most targeted spell casting profession under the Anonymous. They had no reason to survive even the Four Rings. As long as they dared to resist, they would definitely be killed. This can be seen from the weapons in the hands of the Saint Assistant Kittens, the rumors about the Judgment, and the current actions.

"Have you, the Seven Key Guards, told you what I represent?" Marceau asked, standing in front of Laupal.

"Kill that child! The Hand of Flame will not let you go!" Laupal raised his head. Perhaps because of his swollen face, his words were a bit unstandard, but Marceau could still understand.

So Marceau handed his hand back, without any delay, and the handle of the knife was handed to Marceau's hand. He drew his sword, cut off Raupal's head, and dried the blood on the long sword. Marceau shook his head: "Silly." He used two words to define the headless corpse in front of him.

"Speaking of this old man's style, why do I feel so inconsistent?" Jiuye put away his crossbow, and the girl said as she signaled the guards to come over to clean up.

"Probably because he has been a mage for too long and forgot how to be a human being." Mo Qingyu said with a smile.
Chapter completed!