Great, we're doomed now!

"take away?"

The sheriff and Bobo both looked at Ye Shou in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm leaving anyway, it's just a side trip." Ye Shou appeared very calm, seemingly not taking any criminal gangs seriously at all.

The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief: to be honest, he was really afraid of this kind of superpowered person and was really worried about how to deal with Grandma Enya.

Polnareff seemed to be deep in thought, but when Ye Shou looked over, he put on a very ordinary smile, as if he was happy to see it happen.

Chapter 125 I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

Perhaps feeling guilty that Ye Shou had helped their family so much without repaying him properly, Polnareff put aside all his other commitments for the next two days and, together with Sherry, took Ye Shou on a tour of Marseille's scenic spots.

As a port city, Marseille boasts highly developed shipping and transportation. It is not only the largest port on the Mediterranean coast but also a highway hub in the Provence region, making it convenient to travel to Italy or Northern Europe.

This is why Marseille receives a large number of foreign tourists every year and is also a beloved second home for immigrants. In Marseille, Jews and Muslims are everywhere, their anger seemingly extinguished by the sea breeze. Despite living together, conflicts are rare, and the overall security is quite good.

Countless white sails were moored, as if the old port had traveled through time;

The museum records a thousand years of development, from the birth of Marseille to the arrival of Arabs across the sea;

It retains the Byzantine style and is a stunning example of Romanesque architecture;

Not to mention the Marseillaise, which originated here!

There are daily flights to Corsica and If Island. People from all over the world come here to pay homage to the traces of great men and to learn about the past and present of legendary fantasy. They immerse themselves in the romance of history, look at the eroded limestone, and quietly listen to the stories told by the sea breeze.

Ye Shou had never been to the port of Marseille in the main world, and after two days of sightseeing, he couldn't help but feel fortunate:

In 21st-century France, you probably won't find such clean and leisurely scenery anymore.

Bobo's elders often complain about foreign tourists and immigrants, but if they knew what France would be like thirty years from now, and what kind of ruthless tricks Paris would pull in front of the world... they'd probably be itching for another revolution!

Ye Shou's final stop was the Île d'If, which was once a prison for political figures during the Bourbon dynasty and "nurtured" many famous figures. The island has a castle, the very same death prison in Alexandre Dumas's *The Count of Monte Cristo*, from which no one could escape.

As a player who had been ripped off by a certain gacha game, Ye Shou had no reason not to visit the Château d'If and climb the real-life prison tower now that he was in Marseille.

Interestingly, this place, despite being a prison, is world-famous for a prison break.

At the same time, after seeing the height of that cliff, Ye Shou became certain that the novel had been artistically embellished... If the Earl really existed, then unless he was also a substitute user, there was absolutely no way he could have survived!

"Wow...that's really high!"

Polnareff ignored the warning sign, glanced down, and took two steps back, baring his teeth.

Interestingly, although Bobo is a Maasai, he had never been to the Island of If. Instead, he accompanied Ye Shou and broadened his horizons.

"It's just revenge, does it have to be so complicated?"

If he had the strength and courage to escape from here, and suddenly acquired so much money, shouldn't he immediately begin investigating his innocence and winning back the woman he loves?

Bobo stroked his chin and guessed, "When Dumas was writing the novel, he probably didn't consider whether ordinary people could endure that much suffering, did he?"

"Because killing is just venting, revenge requires 'equal treatment'—an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

Ye Shou fed the seagulls bread, looked up and said, "Dantès had a bright future, but he was framed and lost everything. What he could not forgive was not the physical suffering, but the complete deprivation of hope."

The one who escaped the Château d'If was a vengeful ghost crawled back from hell; merely killing his enemies was far from enough to satisfy him.

"So you want to make your enemies lose everything before taking your final revenge... Troublesome. If it were me, I would just kill them one by one without thinking twice, until they were all wiped out!"

Polunarev paused here, glanced at his sister who was taking pictures with her female companion, and his tone became serious.

"If anyone murdered Sherry, I'll search the whole world and tear them to pieces!"

"What a great older brother!"

"No, the moment I was unable to protect my sister, I was no longer a good brother. Revenge, in the end, only comforts the living; the dead receive no compensation."

Bobo clenched his fists, turned his head away, and the muscles in his face twitched from the excessive force.

So... I'm sorry!

"Why should I apologize?" Ye Shou wasn't surprised; he just smiled gently.

Polnareff paused for a moment, then said, "Whether out of justice or gratitude, I should embark on this journey with you to defeat this darkness behind the scenes!"

But... I can't do it! Please forgive me!

"I see."

"I must protect my family. After learning the truth about this world, I want to stay by their side no matter what. At least... I'm sorry!"

"How strange. There's no reason to apologize at all. Is this some kind of French etiquette?"

Ye Shou's eyes softened: "Raise your head, Polnareff. You understand what you should protect, and you're undoubtedly a true man!"

Marseille was merely a stopover on my journey, but for you, it is your most important hometown, where the people you cherish most reside… The standard of justice varies from person to person. Become a knight and carry out your own justice to the very end, Polnareff!

"...Okay, that's exactly what I'm planning to do."

Bobo's lips moved, but he didn't say anything more, and he stretched out his hand with a firm look in his eyes.

Goodbye, Ye Shou.

...Not far away, Shirley, who had just taken a photo of a family of three tourists, turned around and saw this scene, her eyes thoughtful.

-

Polnareff got up early the next day. Today was the day Ye Shou was leaving, and he was going to the dock to see him off. He was also a little curious about how Ye Shou planned to take Granny Enya with him, since the old witch was still asleep.

"Ugh... So sleepy... Mom? Shirley?"

Polnareff yawned as he walked down the stairs: "Where is everyone? Where's breakfast?"

The house was quiet, and the unusually cold atmosphere made Bobo a little nervous, but seeing the note on the table made her relax a little.

Did you go out for something?

Thinking this, Polnareff picked up the note, and his eyes widened after reading only two sentences:

[To celebrate Mom and Dad's porcelain wedding anniversary, we're going on a trip. Brother, you can stay home and look after the house!]

Note: Mohawks really don't suit you; we've been putting up with it for a long time.

Bobo: "..."

Huh? A porcelain wedding anniversary trip?

Are you leaving me all alone?

Why... this feeling that I'm the only one who can't do it, the only one who's excluded...?

Is it because of the mohawk? Does this hairstyle really lower the Polnareff family's style?

—Bobo was completely dumbfounded!

The French generally refer to a marriage that has lasted for twenty years as a "porcelain wedding," and this seems to be the case all over the world. The "porcelain" here comes from Chinese porcelain and does not mean that it is beautiful but fragile. On the contrary, it means that it is "elegant and resilient, but also needs to be carefully cared for."

Bobo knows his parents' wedding anniversary, which is indeed around this time. As for why their child is already twenty years old and they're only just celebrating their porcelain wedding anniversary... don't ask!

The French are good enough that they're willing to get married; don't get too hung up on the details.

Polnareff went to his parents' bedroom and found that some changes of clothes and daily necessities were indeed missing, which confirmed that it was not a prank.

In other words, these people packed everything up while I was sleeping, and then left quietly... just to abandon me?

Oh no... I'm going to cry...

Looking at the empty house, Polnareff felt lost and disoriented; even his young heart seemed to have become empty.

"At least make me breakfast before you leave..."

I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that there wasn't much food inside.

Oh right, I really need to clean out the fridge since I've been away from home for a long time... Does this mean they don't treat me like a human being?

Feeling a sense of despair, Bobo sighed and went to the entrance to change her shoes before leaving. Regardless of whether she was hungry or not, she had to muster her spirits to see her friend off.

But right next to the shoe cabinet, he found a bundle—

It's a real burden, like the kind that appears in period dramas, not even a suitcase!

Inside were cash and clothes, as well as a long, narrow object wrapped in cloth, used as a carrying pole... Should we call it rudimentary or thoughtful?

Polnareff silently pulled out the long object, and after untying it, he revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

It was a scabbard placed alone, with delicate and intricate patterns on its surface, but the color was rather dull. It had the smooth and warm feel of wood to the touch, and the closure and end were inlaid with metal.

"...What era are we living in that we're still doing this kind of thing?" Polnareff suddenly burst out laughing.

This scabbard is a family heirloom passed down through generations. It is not a treasure, but it holds great significance for our ancestors.

The specifics of the story are hard to recall now, and even when elders mention it, it's mostly just boasting. But one thing is certain:

Accepting the sword sheath means being recognized as a capable man and becoming the head of the clan!

—Just as a scabbard protects the blade, so too does it protect this home.

Polnareff was quite pleased with this; for someone who had dreamed of becoming a knight since childhood, nothing seemed more inspiring.

but……

"That's what you say, but what do you mean by the whole family going on vacation in the blink of an eye? They didn't even leave breakfast for us."

The person who needed protection left the sword sheath on their own, which left Polnareff quite helpless.

There's no other way, I'll have to go out and look for them. Hopefully, I can find them soon... After all, the world is a big place!

Picking up his bag, without even checking if he had forgotten anything, Polunarev walked out the door with a nonchalant air.

Today, unusually, he didn't ride his motorcycle but walked to town. He stopped under a big tree by the roadside, leaning against the trunk like a wanderer, silently waiting for someone to pass by.

Hmph~ It'll definitely give this kid a fright~

You're lucky to be traveling with me!

Rumble rumble~

Whoosh!

A powerful engine roared, a gust of wind swept across the road, and a rider sped away in the dust.

"..."

Bobo stepped out of the shade of the tree, blinked as he watched the billowing smoke and dust.

"Hey? Wait! What about me? I didn't get on the bus..."