Quadruple split.

Chapter 365 What do you want

Ferry and Joe simultaneously grew their mouths long enough to swallow an egg, and repeated in unison: "Good old friend?"

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows, and casually intercepted a set of Tarot cards that were changing directions crazily from mid-air, and while shuffling the cards at a speed that could bring out afterimages, he asked the twins: "Is there any problem?"

"No, it's fine."

Ferry laughed, stepped forward and hugged Mo Tan's shoulders: "But we didn't teleport here, in fact, Ferry and Joe are now in a certain warehouse in Liberty City, understand? "

Mo Tan pondered for two seconds, then quickly cut out a [Tower] from the stack of good quality Tarot cards in his hand, and drew a cold light in mid-air and wiped Ferry's throat.

puff!
Accompanied by a muffled fart sound, Ferry, who had a hole in his throat, soared into the air, flying up and down like a punctured balloon, and in the process became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a layer The thin 'skin' floated back to Mo Tan's feet, like a snake sloughing off.

"Do you believe it now?"

Qiao smiled and walked to Mo Tan, took out a thing that looked like a 'pump' from the luggage, and inserted the tube extending from it into the 'Ferry' layer, complaining casually while cheering He said: "But in the future, it's better not to cut off the neck or the like, otherwise you will have to mend it a little bit. The nostrils and ears don't matter, you can try whatever you want."

Mo Tan smacked his lips and said meaningfully: "That is to say, all the parts with the characteristics of 'holes' can be used to deflate?"

"I suggest you put away that bold idea."

Qiao raised his chin at the former's hand that was quietly turned behind his back, and shook his head, "Some places may be leaked, and what comes out may not be just ordinary air."

Mo Tan, who had just grabbed the dagger in his palm, blinked, and asked with great interest, "What will come out then? Ten catties of stool candy?"

"That's just one of the possibilities."

Ferry, who was still in a two-dimensional state just now, has completely returned to normal. He pulled out the tubes in his ears, stretched out his index finger to wipe lightly on his neck with a white mark, and then pulled himself That cheek dotted with a lot of freckles: "There is never a lower limit for bad things, not to mention that this fake body is only a semi-finished product, and the triggered effect is very uncontrollable. Being covered in poop sugar is just one of the more ideal situations."

Mo Tan chuckled, walked slowly around Feili who had just pumped up his gas, and said in admiration, "Semi-finished product? That is to say, you made this thing yourself? Isn't it a prop in the game?"

This is indeed a very curious thing. You must know that the strongest group of players in the game at this stage is only in the twenties (theoretically), which is equivalent to mid-level professionals with good strength, and people of this level No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to make a "clone" that can span half a continent. If it is an epic or legendary item in the game itself, it is reasonable, but judging from Ferry's tone just now, it seems that this is not the case Son.

"We know what you want to say~"

Qiao threw Mo Tan a pack of surprise multi-flavored beans, spread his hands and said: "But that's not the case. Although the two [inflatable dolls] in front of you can be said to be the creations of me and Ferry, but in terms of materials The online consumption is not as simple as four or five epic items, well, if it were me, I wouldn’t eat the brown one.”

Mo Tan glanced at Qiao, and then casually tossed the brown multi-flavored bean between his fingers into his mouth: "Toffee flavor, what do you think it is?"

"cerumen."

Ferry snickered, pointed to Joe and said, "He just ate a devil pepper flavored bean that was misunderstood as a sweet orange, and wanted to get a toffee or cocoa flavored surprise, but he ate earwax directly .”

Mo Tan was not amused, but looked at the two with extremely fiery eyes: "Where did you get so much money?"

"Krypton gold."

Without any hesitation, Ferry replied succinctly: "A lot of krypton gold."

"Before we officially opened the store, we found a few places where a large number of players gathered, and then posted on the forum to ask for a deal, whether it was money or something valuable."

Joe added alongside, a look of pride on his face.

The corner of Mo Tan's mouth twitched, and it was rare that he nodded calmly: "Okay, you two are awesome."

Then turn around and walk away...

"Hey!"

Fei Li looked at Mo Tan's back in a daze, and greeted, "Don't you want to buy something before leaving?!"

Without looking back, Mo Tan pointed to a container that was mostly empty by the wall, and said coolly: "I will come again when I have time, you two add my friends, Tan Mo, Tan Tan of Tan, Dark Mo."

Then quickly closed the door from the outside, leaving only the two brothers staring at each other inside the store.

"Is this kid bullying us for being uneducated?"

"No... I think he's just bullying that we're foreigners."

"Fucking FU#@K!"

"Chinese is really difficult to learn."

"Speaking of which, he seems a little unhappy?"

"Well, maybe poor."

"Hey……"

"Hey……"

……

Game time PM20:27
Salamune, Panshan Court
"Hi, both of you~"

Mo Tan politely saluted the two big men guarding the door, and said with a smile: "I am a warm-hearted citizen of the empire, the bard Anthony Dubs, and I am here to meet Grand Duke Baroca."

The two mid-level knights belonging to the Rock Lion Knights first glanced at each other, and then looked up and down at Mo Tan, who was not at all well-dressed...

"You are Mr. Anthony Dubbs?"

The hunky bearded man on the left nodded slightly, and then asked rather puzzled: "The Grand Duke did say that he would meet you tonight, but what does Mianji mean?"

Mo Tan replied without thinking: "Two insightful men gathered together to discuss how to manage the family and govern the country."

The fierce man who was just asking casually did not doubt that he had it. After slightly nodding his head, he turned around and walked towards the inner court, and then shouted in a deep voice in the middle of the courtyard: "My lord! The bard Anthony Dabus has come to meet the foundation at an appointment! "

After a long while, Vernon Baroca's angry voice came from the main hall, deep and deep: "What's your face?"

"Mr. Dabbs said..."

The macho man pondered for a while, and repeated the original words: "Arrange the family, govern the country, and pacify the world."

Mo Tan nodded with a reserved face.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Grand Duke Baroka, who seemed to have not understood, said again: "Bring him in."

The other knight immediately turned sideways, bowed to Mo Tan and said, "Please."

The latter nodded with special restraint, stepped into Panshan Court calmly and slowly, and was led by the strong man to the main hall where Grand Duke Baroka was.

The decoration here is completely different from that of the Red Court. Although they are all in a simple style, compared with the rough and unruly atmosphere of the former, the Panshan Court is much thicker. There are not many decorations in the main hall, and the colors are mainly It is mainly pure black and dark gold. Weapons such as lances and broadswords are hung on the walls. There are also two knights in heavy armor, which are worth a lot of money at first glance, on both sides of the entrance. They are solemn and majestic, but they are not unexpected It makes people feel too depressing. Of course, this may have something to do with a certain grand duke who is having an indoor picnic. His big blackened face is really hard to depress...

"Good night, my lord."

Mo Tan ignored the choking breath coming towards him, walked to the other end of the grill with a happy face, and bowed to salute: "Let me formally introduce myself, bard Anthony Dubs, I haven't had dinner yet."

Grand Duke Baroca, who was squatting on the ground and not much shorter than the former one, looked up at him, showing a mouthful of white teeth, which contrasted strongly with his big face that was smoky and dark: "Good evening, Mr. Anthony, there is no What kind of outsiders, let's not pay so much attention, come and eat together."

"Then I will be disrespectful, Lord Vernon."

Mo Tan was also polite, and sat cross-legged across from Baroka, and said with a light smile, "I hear you, you already treat me as one of your own."

He changed his tone very naturally, making himself more in line with Vernon Baroka's temper. This kind of thing is not difficult to do, especially for Motan now.

The straightforward Grand Duke laughed, and used the sharp short knife in his hand to fork half of a rib overflowing with golden yellow grease: "I have never liked Buffy Marshall, and you obviously don't like him either, although I I don't know what your purpose is, and I can't figure out whether there are any complicated interests behind it, but the fact that you brought the beast Sackfries to the Hall of Purple Nine to accuse Buffy is very appetizing to me. "

The grand duke, who was only wearing a single shirt, made a grimace, then stuffed the ribs into his mouth without any image and started to chew, like a brown bear that had been hungry for three days.

"In addition to your noble character, I also respect your appetite."

Mo Tan softly praised, and then waved his hand before Grand Duke Baroka frowned: "Okay, Mr. Vernon, the sentence just now is the last polite speech tonight, after all, it is rare to have a conversation with a prince who stands at the top of power. The duke is having dinner, and I don't want others to say that I don't know the etiquette."

Baroka was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile that was quite different from his honor. He picked up the wine glass in his hand and poured down the barbecue in his mouth, and waved his hands vigorously: "You all stand back, Mr. Dabs and I are going to have a formal face-to-face~"

Several guards at the door saluted inside, then retreated silently, and closed the door behind them.

"We're going to be good friends."

Knowing that Baroka is just learning and selling now, Mo Tan pulled out a dagger from his waist, inserted a piece of God knows what kind of waist into his mouth, and said with a vague and oily face: "Based on this barbecue skill, I think that even if you don't become a duke, you can live a comfortable life."

Baroka laughed idiotically, and while sprinkling seasoning on the grill, he said cheerfully: "You can't say such things when you go to meet other people, especially that old-fashioned Simon, he will put This is regarded as an insult to my noble surname, of course, I am very clear that you are only praising my craftsmanship."

[Heh~ In terms of scheming, this Grand Duke Baroka can at least outshine the little girl from the Crystal Wolf family by ten times, but the latter is still worried that his uncle 'Vernon' will suffer because of his character~]

Mo Tan first expressed sympathy for the youngest duchess of the Emperor Roland Empire, and then shrugged his shoulders carelessly: "Since the etiquette just now is enough to make you feel unhappy, it means that my talent in putting on airs is not bad. It should not be thrown out by those rigid old things."

"Yeah, I'm sure they won't kick you out."

Baluoka directly killed the half glass of light brown spirits in his hand, raised his hand to wipe off the 'wine drops' on the stubble, and said leisurely: "But they may not vote for Marshall on Judgment Day. Sanctions vote."

Mo Tan nodded in agreement, but there was a sly look in his eyes: "I don't think this is the result you want to see."

"Oh?"

Grand Duke Baroca rolled up his sleeves, and asked with a half-smile: "Tell me your basis, Dabs, do you think I am really someone who can shake the foundation of the empire for justice and kindness? Or do you think that the Marshall family is secretly The benefits promised to me are not enough?"

Mo Tan replied leisurely with the same expression as the other party... even a bit more humble: "It's over, no matter how much profit the Marshall family ceded, it's not surprising, because this is the rule of the game, and you, Vernon Barlow Grand Duke Ka's gaze and pattern are also better than most... I'm sorry, most people who look more like nobles are much better, but even so, I still think you are more like a knight than a noble, and it's better to be restrained, Acting is fine, none of that is against chivalry, but standing with Marshall on Judgment Day is another."

Grand Duke Baroka narrowed his tiger eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Are you provoking me?"

"You are very humorous."

Mo Tan shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "You have already made a choice, do you still need me to 'excite'?"

Grand Duke Baroka curled his lips, and replaced the answer with a question: "Besides Fire Claw, Crystal Wolf, and Baroka, which lord can you confirm the position of?"

Mo Tan shook his head and made a helpless gesture.

Vernon Baroka didn't care, but continued to ask: "Are you representing the interests of Fire Claw?"

"No."

"Do you represent the interests of any of Dantes, Simon, and Fernan?"

"No."

Facing Mo Tan's extremely concise answer, Grand Duke Baroka pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said after eating two pieces of barbecue, pouring himself a glass of wine and drinking it all in one gulp: "Did I just miss you?" Asked a question?"

"If someone else had asked that question, I would have said no."

Mo Tan slowly picked up a piece of bloody fresh meat with a dagger, and said with a light smile: "But if it was you and Grand Duke Crystal Wolf, I would say, yes, you missed a very important question."

Grand Duke Baroka laughed...

"what do you want?"

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Two: The End

(End of this chapter)