Marceau learned about the attack half an hour later. The city guard team, as the informant, finally found a group of cats sitting in front of a wonton stall opened by the Selesians for the authentic game food. Novel Chinese iqi.

Following the city guard team to the scene, Marceau saw two dwarfs lying on the bridge deck. He passed by one of them with an obvious shot hole on his forehead. He was so obvious that he died. Did Eleuk do it? Is the marksmanship or good luck?

Just as he was thinking about this, when he passed by another dwarf, Marceau saw the man who was lying in a pool of blood. His chest and abdomen were covered with blood and wounds. The dwarf's left hand was still twisted towards the sky. It was obvious that he had struggled, but it was said that Eleuke was still alive and he thought that he had not been successful enough.

Then Marceau saw the body covered by a blanket, and the calfskin boots exposed from under the blanket made the cat stunned, and then patted the little head of the kitten that was huddled in his arms because of fear of death.

"Let's go."

As the city guards arrived at the treatment area, they saw half of their face covered with sewn wounds and a blindfold on their right eye. The latter glanced at Marceau and shook his head: "Marceau, let Youjiu or Anne take this child away."

So Marceau put the little guy on the ground and signaled Anne to come and take Morroro away first. After watching Anne lead the little guy away, Marceau turned his head and looked at Eleuke: "What the hell is going on."

"The two dwarfs were the assassins of the Southern Unity and United. Yuriga saved me, but she died." Eleuke said this and looked at Marceau: "Marceau, my teachers have always told me that inheritors like me should not fight with others on the dust, that is not what I should do... Now it seems that they are all wrong. I must roll in the dust, because I cannot let down those who are willing to hand over my life, and those who are willing to die on my behalf... This is true whether it is game or reality."

"Yes, it's like we don't go to cause trouble. But trouble will eventually come to us. I have never thought of 'I want to come out and get it back again,'" Marceau reached out and wiped his nose, and asked curiously about the wound on Eleuk. "Don't you use the healing magic to treat the wound."

"No, I want to keep them and let them remind me all the time... the mistakes I have made have been, and some people are willing to die for me." Eleuk touched the wound on his face, and finally he stood up. The young man in the blood-stained sub-demon shirt walked up: "I'll go back to the hotel first."

But Marceau stopped Eliuk, and the cat looked at the boy with a little embarrassed, and felt even more embarrassed: "Sorry, Eliuk, I think the reason why these guys attacked you is because of my affairs... No, Marceau, I have heard stories about the God of Revenge, you are the agent of the God of Revenge. Your camp is chaotic and kind, which proves that there is no innocent person who dies at your hands... This is very good, because it makes me understand that my anger will not hurt innocent good because of what I will do next."

Eleuk turned his head to look at Marceau, as if he felt the doubts and uneasiness in the cat's heart. The little guy pulled the corner of his mouth, and the stitched wounds pulled into a terrible twist: "My father once said, things in the game are left to solve in the game. Since some people think that violence and killing are the best way to promote the order they think, I should also let them see what real violence and killing is. In my eyes, there is no place for them in the real order, and everyone must pay the price for their choice... I have paid, and now it is their turn."

"...Okay." Marceau thought it was great that this person could think so. Those wastes should also be taught some lessons. No matter what means Eleuk used to respond, the Southern Unity and United had nothing to say, because they did the wrong first and assassinated innocent friends around the target. No matter how much they cleanse the floor, they could not accept it. Even if they were taken to the guild alliance, they could not clear their malice. These guys...the price they had to pay.

For blood to blood, for tooth to teeth, Marceau felt that as a survivor of Seris, a mixed race of the lords of Tel, the Galols and the Raels, the bloodline of Eleuk had probably already taught him everything in silence.

"Where is Morero." Marceau asked when he thought of this.

Eliuk, who had originally left with great strides, stopped. He lowered his head and seemed to think for a while. Finally, he chose to turn around and pointed to his sewn face: "Aren't you afraid that I will scare the child?"

"In this damn paradise, the child also has the right to face life and death." Marceau pointed behind him, and Anne and her child were wandering away from the other side of the bridge and did not walk far away: "I don't know what you have to do with the child's mother. I just think that since she died for you... at least, you have to give her child an explanation in person. This explanation is not to let him go offline to find his mother, nor to tell him that it is just a game, but to tell him... He has a mother who is willing to die for his friend. You have to thank him and his mother, even if such death is not real, he is a child after all, right?"

Eleuk was silent, and finally he nodded: "Take me to see Mororo."

So Marceau and Youjiu are in front and Eleuk are in the back. The trio came to Anne who was holding Mororo. The kitten held by her sister looked at the three people who appeared in front of him with some nervousness: "Where is my mother." He asked.

"...Your mother is dead." Eleuk finally said straight to the point.

Morroro blinked and nodded: "You mean in the game, are you?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, little guy, I didn't be able to protect your mother, but instead owed her a life." Eleuk reached out and touched Mororo's little head: "I'm sorry."

Morroro pouted and stared at Eluk tightly. Finally, the little guy said: "Mother died for you... You must be the Uncle Eluk that my mother often mentioned, right?"

As soon as the term ‘uncle’ appeared, Eleuk’s entire face was twisted. Marceau could clearly see the little guy Mororo’s eyes widened, obviously scared by this twisted face.

Finally, Eleuk nodded silently: "I am Eleuk."

"That's right. My mother once told me that she had a very good friend named Eleuk, who was a star-eared Garole friend with a sharp ear... she was her best friend, the kind of friend who could walk through life with a smile together."

Hearing this little guy say this, Marso touched the tip of his nose, and looked at Eliuk at the same time. The originally twisted face had been softly replaced. He patted Mororo's little head: "Does your mother really say that?"

"Well. She said that if the family had not changed, her life would be like this, but the elders and brothers and sisters in the family were all dead. Her mother said that she had to do something more important and could no longer hold on to that kind of unrealistic dream. Then he chose Mororo's current father." Morororo tilted his head when he said this: "Mother and father thought Morororo were young, but Morororo was not an ordinary child. Uncle Eliuk, what kind of person is my mother in your eyes."

"...She will always be the stupid and hopeless cat girl in my eyes." Eliuk rubbed the corners of her left eye with her hands, then turned around with a smile: "Mororo, I'm leaving... After going offline, I'll find your mother and tell her that what I owe her will be returned to her one day."

When Eluk finished, Morroro sighed: "My mother had a bad vision in the past, but although she was very angry, Uncle Eluk's comment was surprisingly unrefutable."

"Hey, why do you say that?" Annie reached out and scraped Morroro's nose: "If you are his child, you will definitely have countless fun toys and some delicious foods that are not good, so why not."

"Because he is not my father, I am the big man who is willing to cook good food for Morroro every day." Morrororo replied with his mouth puffed.

In response, Marceau smiled bitterly and sighed to the two girls: "So, girls. It's just a pleasure for boys to be fathers. The child is not his own, and it's useless to treat him no matter how good he is. When he grows up, he still wants to find his own father."

Then Anne twisted the cat's left waist and pinched the cat's right waist for a long time. A perfect waist hell spiral kill was killed. Marceau rolled on the ground. Please, Anne's power is so inhuman. It's good that the cat can have the strength to roll on the ground without being shocked on the spot because of losing consciousness.

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Send Morroro back to the hotel rented by his small guild and explain the matter. Marceau decided to go and see the old lady in the nail salon again. Today, this matter is not over. As a operative, the cat will start killing, so that the funny assassins in the South who united and united the South can anger how terrible it is.

Hearing that Youjiu, as an apprentice, was following Marceau, Anne said that she also wanted to watch the excitement. She originally thought that this girl could not do the assassination work, but when she saw the girl reach out to make a twist, Marceau was cowardly.

When he arrived at a short distance from the nail salon, Marceau first turned on the cover function of his legendary leather armor, which could make his leather armor look the same as ordinary leather armor. It was a function that players could pay to use. Marceau felt that he could not wear this bright color leather armor and used the cover to protect the patrol soldiers who approached the Southern Unity and United.

"You guys watch me perform."

After saying that, the cat walked out of the alley, pulled up his cap, mixed with the aboriginal and players to the nail salon, and the big man closest to him looked around, not paying attention to the approaching God of Death, but Marceau did not take action, but passed by him and came to the dwarf who was holding the portrait of the person not far behind him. The spike blade pierced from under his ribs, punched two eyes left and right in the heart, and then continued to move forward.

The dwarf fell to the ground tremblingly. Except for the accident that a few passers-by discovered him, but after discovering that this guy was a foreigner, the indigenous people bypassed him one after another, which made the halfling behind the dwarf discover the problem. He was originally squatting on the balcony on the second floor and stood up to see what happened, but before he could stand up, a sleeve arrow penetrated into his left eye, and the halfling who had lost his life fell into the balcony.

The sound of the heavy object attracted the doubts of the humans below the balcony. Sitting on the wooden box, the intelligence personnel who were using the wooden box and goods vendors raised their heads and did not notice a cat rushing out of the crowd. They hit his neck with their right hand. At the same time, the spike blade popped through the throat and cervical spine. They raised the sleeve arrow that had been reloaded with their left hand, and drilled into the back of the human head, which was thirty yards away from him. The latter fell down, causing a commotion.

Turning around, walking back into the crowd in silence, as the last halfling ran past him, his left hand stuck to his neck, his right palm pressed on the back of his head, and the next second the stinging blade penetrated into the victim's brain.

Release his hand, Marceau walked out of the crowd and silently walked into the nail salon. Until then, the half-length kneeling on the ground fell down.

"Ah, His Highness Penn's kitten is really good. If you don't look at your camp, I think you are more like an assassin."
Chapter completed!