What kind of person do you want to be?

I still remember that this was the first time I met Hermann Cain, the Seven-Body Guardian, and he asked himself what he asked.

I want to be someone who lets myself live and others live.

Also remember the proverbs you said.

When the white light disappeared again, looking at the large library reading room that was used as the reception room, the gods sitting or standing in front of him were full of gods, Marceau leaned over and gave a chest caress.

"It seems that our little warrior has already thought about it." This is the kitten man god of war. Marceau's performance in the last battle made him happy, so he wanted Marceau to become his war priest.

"No matter what you choose, I believe that your words and deeds are fighting for kindness, Marceau." This is the sister of the two mother gods. Her sister nodded with a smile. Here, there is a sacred God-selected Pastor's position to be waiting for.

"Marceau, I hope you can choose me, but as the two ladies said, this is not forcing you." This is the double flower red stick of the grassland elf. This verifies Marceau's previous performance on the battlefield from one side. In her hands, there is a brand new warhammer. Obviously, if Marceau chooses her way, then a brand new chantist will be born.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the Anonymous sitting on the chair.

The Anonymous did not speak, but looked at a lady sitting on the other side.

Marceau recognized her, this was the account of her boss's wife, and the wife was sitting on the chair: "Your performance fascinated me, my child, but don't care about my arrival. I know that the Eastern Continent has your friend who loves the sun and the moon, so make your choice. The children of the Su family should look up to the top no matter what they do."

Marceau smiled and nodded. Although the camps and ideas were different, the lady was right. Walking in the world, you should stand up to the sky.

"So, I think it's better for you to be my Paladin, but as the lady said, you have the power to make your own choices." This is the god who emits a light that makes the cat unable to see clearly.

To this day, Marsouna still doesn't understand his identity, so the cat lowered his head and bowed.

It seemed that he had read the thoughts in Marceau's mind, and the light on his body gradually dissipated. Finally, the person who appeared in Marceau's eyes was an ordinary young man who did not look outstanding, but Marceau knew that this was his own grandfather of the Bai family: "Hello."

"It looks like you already know who I am." The young god smiled: "It looks like you have known the tricks my child left behind."

"Yes." After saying that, Marceau glanced at the gods in front of him: "When I first came to this world, Lord Herman Cain of the Seven-Body Guard asked me a question, and he said, child, what kind of person do you want to be."

Lord Herman Cain in the corner took off his mage hat awkwardly and performed a ritual between mages towards Marceau.

"My answer is very simple. Your Excellency, I want to be a person who can make himself live and others live." After Marceau finished speaking, a blurred self appeared in front of him, still dressed in a sage: "We foreigners came to this world, some were to achieve hegemony, some were to see the charm of our ancestors, and some were to write their own stories. I, I came with the people I like, and those who love this world, so I chose Paroonst."

The kitten looked at the Anonymous with a smile, and the god nodded with a smile: "We know."

"From the beginning, I had no idea of ​​saving the world, nor had I dreamed of becoming a hero. For me, accompanying them, for a cat man who is lame in the foreign land, it was the greatest happiness, until... until a foreigner like me, who was like New Eden, turned the east side of the continent into a huge morgue and slaughterhouse." Speaking of this, Marceau showed an apology to the side of his boss's wife.

"I instinctively think that this is wrong. Although your world and our world have a wall... but this should not be a definition of noble or lowly life. The most fearless warriors I have ever met in this world, and have also made fun of those timid and greedy nobles. They have even pitied those farmers who face the loess and backs to the sky. However, whether it is warriors, nobles, or farmers, their lives are equivalent... The nobles should not regard warriors as pawns, nor should they step on the face of the farmer's face into the soil, nor should they send an innocent soul to the gallows because the latter splashed the mud on their calfskin boots."

"What do you mean?" The human noble god frowned.

"In our outer realm, a philosopher said hundreds of years ago that there is no savior in this world, nor does it rely on gods and emperors. But a hundred years ago, our foreigners truly understood this truth when they were facing life and death." After Marceau said that, he stretched out his hand and took out a book of the sage from the void. With Marceau's choice, this heavy book unfolded in front of Marceau: "From that time, we have understood a truth, the kingdom composed of freedom, equality, and fraternity is definitely not the union of free and casual people, but countless mortals who choose to face desperate situations with a one-man attitude. We are not slaves to anyone, and no one is slave. Each of us is carrying the shackles of equality. Therefore, I don't want to go through your way, because I really cannot unite knowledge and action, because I know that I am just a mortal."

The red dragon's leather robe appeared in the void, and Marceau stretched out and grabbed it, draped it on his body.

"No equality, fraternity is just a sugar coat that evil harms you and me; no equality, law is just a toy that is interesting in the eyes of the nobles. Without equality, freedom is just a poison that chaos corrodes people's hearts." After tidying up his collar, Marceau bowed his head and gave his last salute to all the gods: "This is not the idea of ​​entering this world at the beginning, but after I witnessed so many blessings and misfortunes, I deeply understand how correct the slang is to use the truth to convince the truth and use the fist to subdue the fist. What this world needs is not the so-called blue-blooded nobles, nor does it require the so-called greed of progressive momentum. My companions and I will use fists to tell all the guys who have bad intentions what justice is, because knowledge is power, because life is the master of power."

After saying that, Marceau took the gray sage hat handed over by the God of Dwarf and put it on his head: "Tell the nobles who were at both ends of the snake and rat in the war, tell the nobles who regarded atrocities as a kind of power, tell the nobles who wanted to betray the people, the royal family, and the human nature, I, Marceau, are back."

A pure white portal opened beside Marceau, and Marceau did not enter immediately, but looked at the human noble god: "You seem to have something to say."

"The power of the nobles is not just what you see." The god seemed to have made a decision.

In response, Marceau smiled and shook his head: "For us, the ridiculous threat of your believers cannot even reach one ten thousand of the dangers shown by the subspace worms. You can tell them that compared to their ridiculous aristocratic demeanor, foreigners never mind having their hands stained with plasma... Everyone, noon, my companions are still waiting for me."

After saying that, Marceau turned around and walked into the portal. Not everyone could interfere with the portal that Ao from the planet's body opened for him.

And when the portal closed, the Madam Abbott stood up with a smile: "His Excellency the Anonymous, Mr. Ronner, and my old friends, what do you think?"

"It's a bold kitten, very much to my liking." This is the opinion of Anonymous.

"This is like my little boy." The young god smiled.

"As long as Mr. Marceau is dedicated to goodness, how to execute his belief in goodness is his own business." As the pillar of the chaotic and kind camp, the Double Mother Goddess naturally would not care about Marceau's words and deeds.

The three biggest gods present spoke in this way, and the other gods naturally understood the twists and turns, so the human noble god chose to leave without saying a word.

"It seems that there will be some minor trouble." The Valkyrie, the grassland elf, sighed, holding her chest.
Chapter completed!