Sitting in the carriage back home, Masso was flipping through the information handed over by the intelligence department in charge of Jiuye while listening to the brand new information obtained by Mo Qingyu's diplomatic department.

First of all, the intelligence department. Jiuye obtained several pieces of information about the judges, and ranked first among several large local guilds. They seemed to be preparing to send some personnel to help the judge, but the cat had sent so many people to the street lights at the night banquet, which gave some disharmonious voices inside these guilds. Some people felt that their guild should not pay tribute to a murderer....

At this moment, these human rights fighters, defenders of life and butchers' opponents forgot how terrible the existence swayed on the street lights. Those mutated chaos became innocent, those lackeys who believed in evil became innocent, and Marceau... became a crazy butcher.

"It's really ignorant. Their performance reminds me of the stupid guys in the early 21st century who regard real madmen, butchers and potential Holocaust murderers as pitiful people, but do not know that their existence just confirms the fallacy of 'poor people must be hateful'." Jiuye, sitting in the carriage, raised his legs: "Oh, what a sad guy."

"At least we have given them freedom to speak, but if their behavior is out of control and even want to teach me how to do things through some small means, I don't mind using some means to make their role a part of history." After Marceau said that, he handed over the information to Jiuye: "Look at these guys, if they are just playing tricks on their mouths, we will give them the right to speak, but if they want to act further... how to deal with them, Jiuye."

"No problem, dear Marceau, I will give them a gift that I will never forget for life." Jiuye smiled and took the information and included it in the electronic archive.

Then there is the local Dark Guild. Lord Lynch is indeed an action faction. It takes less than two hours from Marceau's departure to the completion of the ribbon award. Everyone in the Dark Guild has been almost cut. In addition to the city guards, the Lord Lynch also called several teams of foreigners. Nowadays, the foreigners are not to be underestimated. With the help of the foreigners, the battle went very smoothly. Only a very small part of the high-level officials of the Dark Guild escaped, but they will also face the pursuit of the god of revenge. Because of the death of an agent and a surrogate, the entire city of Lebaxia in the past two days is full of foreigners in nearby areas. As the oldest qualified agent and temporary agent in the region, Marceau naturally released a mission to chase members of the Dark Guild. Some of the Assassin Alliance and the Dark Guild are not love and friendship.

"The revenge gods like me will chase them, and you don't have to worry too much about this matter." After Marceau finished speaking, he threw the information directly into the recycling bucket on the side of the virtual screen to use electronic office. In addition to not worrying about leaking secrets, the biggest advantage is that he does not use lambskin rolls made of lambskin. Recently, the little animated shoes have become increasingly crazy. Twenty years ago, these guys were no longer satisfied with mourning at slaughterhouses and barbecue festivals. Since the Ayarok Rainy Season game, these guys have not talked about making trouble in the real world, but have also joined the game and become a member of the druid radical sect. Marceau doesn't want to be a thorn in the eyes and thorn in the flesh for some reason.

It’s not that I can’t beat them, but there are hundreds of people coming to die every day. Even if I can beat them, I will be exhausted.

The third question... Well, what to mention, according to Jiuye's intelligence, a radical druid sect in Shaan had just sent a congratulatory message to Marceau. The reason why this news was that the intelligence department came over rather than diplomatic was because these druids had not yet figured out what medal to Marceau would be better for the indigenous people to give Marceau a friend of nature to commend him for his previous achievements in sending the goblins and family back to the west in the wilderness of the north. The foreigners hoped that while releasing the medal, they would also vaguely mention Marceau's shortcomings in overeating. Of course, before the cat has the experience of saving the world, overeating is not a bad thing.

"What the hell do these druids want to do?" Marceau glanced at Jiuye, who smiled and shrugged: "As you can see, Marceau, the little animated guys are everywhere."

"What a troublesome guy. To be honest, since humans learned tools, this world has always been the prey of the weak. Even if the matter in the food chain is killed, it is legitimate." Annie said with a puff of her mouth.

"No, my sister, in their eyes, life is not just about the fertility in front of us, but also about poetry and distant places. Death for ideals is much better than living aimlessly." Yang complained very rarely.

The cat shrugged: "Don't worry about this matter, let these druids discuss it themselves, and then deal with it through the channels of Sister Qingyu. After all, the indigenous people also understand that my behavior is endorsed by gods. As for those players, I think as long as the indigenous druids don't want to target me, they can't make any waves." There is one thing better for the little animated guys, that is, they like the 'minority obeys the majority' mode. As long as the druids who have the same ideal as them do not regard the cat as an enemy, these guys will not take the initiative to include the cat in the range of hostility unless the cat is killed.

Of course, how could it be a death? With Marceau's temper, he has no other bad "hobbies" except for being able to kick dogs. And fighting between cats and dogs is even more natural, and having the truth is nature that cannot be taken away.

"Speaking of it, Sister Qingyu, is there anything wrong with you?" After reading the intelligence department's report, Marceau turned his head and looked at Mo Qingyu sitting next to him when he started to read the foreign traffic notices of Superintendent Mo Qingyu.

"There is an invitation from the Linzhe family, a dinner. Considering that you and the little girl from the Linzhe family seemed to have an old age before, I did not refuse immediately, but gave the decision to you." Mo Qingyu replied.

Marceau is very satisfied with this. It is true that rejecting invitations from those families is Marceau's established policy, and invitations from the forest hunter family are naturally not like this. For Marceau, it would be better to be able to help with this family matters.

"You can reply, I will attend the banquet in the future." Marceau returned the letter to Mo Qingyu, and then looked at the second notice.

"Well, someone has found clues about the previous agent being killed... Very good, Mr. Coachman, follow this address and we are going to cause trouble for others." After slapping the carriage wall, Marceau looked at the girls in front of him: "As I said, we have something to do."
Chapter completed!