MTL - The Marshals Want to Get Divorced - Chapter 51

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.

“Let’s look at the daily quests today... it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”

“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Epic-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”

I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says that a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

At 32 years old, Harry Potter, Order of Merlin – First Class, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), walked through the Veil while awaiting his death. Because he was tired of this life.But Fate or maybe Death had different plans.Beyond the Veil, he arrived in a world unknown to him. Woke up with a 7-year-old boy’s body in a Kingdom called “North”. With the symbol of Deathly Hallows on the back of his right hand. As the son of a House Lord.A new life, a new beginning, and a second chance to live the life he wants.---------------If you want to access early chapters, maps, character pictures, and read ahead of time, you can visit my p@treon page and become a member or patron.You can find my page at: www.patreon.com/c/vanguard_v7 chapters weekly and 7 bonus chapters for every weeks if we reach the quota for Power Stones. So don’t forget to send Power Stones, please.The cover belongs to me.P.S. The story was originally an old, dropped fanfic. I am rewriting, editing, and making some changes and additions. There will be more magic and kingdom-building materials. I will also continue to write after the dropped part and complete the story.If you want to read original dropped version of this story, its name is 'HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton' by Fortunate_Soul.

When proposing, Gu Ningxi praised Tao Xinhe for her “perserverence and responsibility”, and on his wedding day, he vowed in public to “be one and only pair for life”.

Tao Xinhe believed it, believed it deeply, and devoted herself to being a good, virtuous wife for her faced blind husband.

Knowing that Gu Ningxi sees everyone as a tile face, she does not change her clothes or incense, and finally let him rest assured to embrace her;

She accompanies Gu Ningxi to the banquet and party, and mentions the names and origins of the guests, so that he can get rid of his arrogant name;

She accompanied Gu Ningxi while he misses his mother, endured the cold face of her grandmother, and dealt with the entanglement of her uncle and aunt, so that he would have no worries.

Yet nothing compared to that— Gu Ningxi could see Mo Qiqi’s face. In his eyes, only Mo Qiqi was vivid and pleasant, and the faces of the others were blurred.
He focused his eyes on Mo Qiqi, coaxed her softly, and allowed her to touch him. For this reason, he deceived and neglected his wife, and he couldn’t recognize Tao Xinhe who had changed her clothes.

Tao Xinhe’s heart died, determined to go, she left a letter of divorce. Her father and younger brother treated her like a jewel, she regained her spirits, and when she heard the news of her ex-husband taking Mo Qiqi into the mansion, she only smiled.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

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