Standing on the streets of Provence, Morrison seemed to be a different life. A few months ago, he took Doroth all the way south and finally arrived in the Shaan area. At that time, he would never have thought that he would take her back to the north after a few months.

Because Dorothy is a prairie elves, because the south no longer welcomes prairie elves...what do those stupid aborigines want to do.

But, fortunately, Dorothy did not hate him because of this. To this little girl, Morrison was still a handsome gentleman.

Thinking of this, the young man noticed that Dorothy was holding seemed to turn his attention to the crowd not far away. He turned his head to look at the people - first a dark-skinned warrior, well... an African. In terms of their physical fitness, a melee profession that fights with his body is indeed preferred; then a female mage with a beautiful blonde like waves, an angel's face, and a devil's figure, but it's a bit real. Then a guy dressed in a lighter skin thief, who looks like a fighting thief; then there is a dwarf, a short man and a few young men in casual clothes who can't tell the profession.

"What's wrong? Is it someone Doroth knows?" Although it's obvious that it's a player, Morrison still has to ask this. This is the language skill.

"No, but Dorothy always feels like she knows them, she is obviously someone she doesn't know..." The prairie elf girl frowned, then seemed to notice the doubts and anxiety on Morrison's face. She smiled and stretched out her hand to hug Morrison: "Don't worry about me, Mr. Morrison, I just feel that I have seen this friendly scene between friends, but I just can't remember it."

"Don't worry, you'll remember it one day." Morrison said with a smile, and he stretched out his hand and picked up Dorothy: "Today I found a pretty good shop, let's have a delicious meal."

As a child in the family, Morrison has his elder brother and sister. Although he does not have any industry in the game, the pocket money he gets every month is enough for him to bring Dorothy to food and clothing. Moreover, in order to make the quality of life better, he also spent money to buy a batch of gold coins. Now he invested it in the Lin sisters' chamber of commerce. The monthly profit dividends alone are enough for their expenses.

Speaking of which, thanks to my sister, Morrison himself has no face to join the Lin sisters' chamber of commerce.

Although my sister's words: "Can't you like a living person?" were quite hurt by Morrison's heart, the young man did not regret it. Such a cute girl must be waiting for the redemption of a knight. In this case, why can't such an upright gentleman be a knight?

"How can this be done? I go to eat delicious food every day, it must be very expensive. Forget it, I think the noodle stall of Mr. Tang who ate in the west of the city last time was also quite good." Dorothy shook his head, not seemingly wanting to have a big meal.

"Mr. Chang Tang's noodle stall is an urban legend that you can only see with fate. We should be satisfied if we see it once. Listen to me." The young man said, holding the girls in his arms, strode through the crosswalk connecting both sides of the street.

"Hi! Boy! Look at the road!" a coachman driving a carriage shouted.

"I'm sorry." The young man apologized for his anxiousness.

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"What's wrong? Maril." Otto, who was sleeping in the carriage, asked, lifting the fedora covered his face.

Marill, who was sitting opposite him, casted his attention from the book: "How do you know? Maybe someone who is not afraid of death has crossed the street."

He lifted the curtains of the carriage and looked at the streets. Hei Datou sighed: "It's all my fault... Because of my persistence, our group started to act half a month later."

"Forget it, didn't our new boss say that we forgive you? But this time, don't let us have any problems. You should know that the grassland elves attach great importance to the people on the list this time. They said they wanted to see the corpse when they died and to see people when they were alive, so..." "I know, even if Dorothy was in front of me, I would have to complete the task first."

"Very good, remember what you said today." Maril turned his attention to the book in his hand.

Otto glanced out the window - Provence, and still remembered that the first stop of the young people's adventure was here. What a wonderful memory. Thinking of this, I leaned on the cushion and closed my big black man who covered his fedor on his face and closed his eyes.

It’s a pity that beautiful scenery is fleeting and beautiful dreams are easy to wake up.

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This meal was very good, which was Marceau's feeling. Although the family's heartache was not fake when paying, Marceau was still very happy when looking at the empty dishes as high as a hill and the girls who were full of stomach and heart.

"It's indeed a good food. I've never thought that a plant like a tree could be so delicious." Babalim likes to eat vegetarian food. The shopkeeper specially prepared several vegetarian food for him. The rabbit girl admitted that it was really an emperor-like enjoyment. Although she didn't know if this was an enjoyment that the emperor could have, it was a fact that she had never eaten such a great food. Even during her time in Xicuizhuang, she had never eaten this kind of plant tuber.

"Actually, we also have this kind of thing on Mars. If you like it, we will eat this tonight." Jiuye said.

"Really?" Babalim's eyes widened.

"Of course, please believe in our strength. In front of you, Mars' strongest cooking combination." Jiuye said, stretching his hand around Yang's shoulder, and the latter nodded with a smile: "It will definitely make you feel stomach swelling."

"That's great!" After receiving such an answer, the rabbit girl raised her hands happily.

Because of the silent barrier, Marceau was not afraid of the laughter here disturbing other guests. The cat who had just wiped out the last fish in his bowl hiccup and then noticed the young man walking into the store. The thin young man holding a grassland elf, seemed to have booked a seat and was taken directly into the small room on the other side by the waiter.

"Ah, it's so good to be young." Sister Mo seemed to have noticed all this, and she sighed and said, "Ah, when I play with you, I feel that I've become younger."

"Our Miss Mo Qingyu has always been young." The girls naturally praised the praises.

"When did you little girls become so stingy?" Mo Qingyu said with a smile.

In fact... over the past few days, after Marceau has been in contact with him, he found that Mo Qingyu is indeed unconfirmed from her appearance, after all, she is a square-eared mixed-race child.

Thinking of this, Marceau suddenly couldn't understand the guy who failed Mo Qingyu - what are you thinking? He is such an excellent girl, why did he give up on her again? Does it really mean that falling in love really requires vision?

Frowning, feeling that he really couldn't resonate with that kind of fool and bastard. Marso turned his head and looked at Mo Qingyu, but found that the young lady was also looking at him.

Marceau raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Chapter completed!