Quadruple split.

Chapter 544 The Eve (III)

Game time PM22:47
Inexplicably, Mo Tan and Futaba, who started to discuss cooking, turned their heads at the same time, and just saw Grand Duke Baroka, Grand Duke Crystal Wolf, Grand Duke Simon, and Levin, who was going to the meeting on behalf of Fire Claw, walked down from the open-air elevator platform. Except for Grand Duke Simon, only Except for a little nod to this side, the other three people walked straight to the corner where the two of them were. Le Wen, who was quite nervous, trotted all the way, waving towards Futaba as if he was looking for his mother. Britain.

"This fox is really embarrassing..."

Futaba rolled her eyes, and complained mutteringly: "It's okay to slowly start not to use your brain, what's the point of hopping towards me wagging your tail, do you tend to go back to your ancestors?"

Mo Tan contentedly stroked his belly that wasn't even the slightest bulge, hiccupped loudly, and said unhurriedly, "Maybe it's because of your training, but if you're afraid that he'll turn into a waste, it won't be good afterwards." If I talk to that fireclaw bus, I can take the time to give Mr. Levin psychological counseling, and I guarantee immediate results."

"Counseling on coming out?"

Futaba glanced at him, then slowly shook her head: "Forget it, you're not as good-looking as that fox."

I have to say that the subjective tendency in this sentence is really heavy. In the case of not using [Variants], Mo Tan's current appearance must not be considered low. If it is placed in a society where you can eat with your face, His looks are at least worthy of a luxurious KFC lunch. Although there is still some distance from the level of appearance of Yidong's parents, he is definitely not ugly. If it's really too bad, it should be more popular among the general heterosexual groups and individual homosexual groups, at least more popular than Levin's kind of delicate, somewhat sissy, simple butter niche.

However, Futaba never looked at Mo Tan objectively from the beginning, and the latter is similar. The two of them felt serious about each other almost the moment they knew each other's identity... no, to be precise, they were 'very' serious monsters. It has been changed, and has already ignored any elements other than the basic signs of the other party such as 'male, alive'/'female, alive', such as whether the eyes are good-looking, whether the smile is warm, whether the dimples are cute Ah, how good is the voice, and the figure... well, at least in terms of figure, Mo Tan has always been concerned about Futaba, so much so that he never forgets to care about the latter's nutritional status in terms of front armor.

In fact, Muyou (Futaba) is far less extreme than in the game in reality, but not to the extent that she is only stronger than the man Motan. Not only that, but by analyzing her current age, nutrient intake and physical fitness Looking at it, as long as you consciously eat less junk food and balance your nutrition, Mu You still has great potential in terms of body shape.

So if this is the case, why did this girl turn herself into a xx in the world of innocence?
There are two reasons. First of all, after investigating the general content and gameplay of this game in advance, Futaba, who had not yet determined that she would become a mage, felt that it would be a hindrance. It's better not to let her figure have the golden ratio (self-proclaimed) like in reality, but... Although her thinking is indeed reasonable, in fact, she even gets herself the same style as the reality, without any modification It doesn't matter if she is tall, because under normal circumstances, with her thinner and shorter figure than girls of the same age, that kind of physics profession will only become a fatal problem for Yuchen.

And while self-hypnotizing that "the golden ratio of my mother's body is invincible", the rationality in Futaba's heart is also aware of this fact, so the first reason above, whether it is in substance or in her heart The specific gravity is infinitely approaching zero.

So the second point is the most important...

As one of the top contemporary hackers, Futaba has always held a grudge against Innocence Company and the indescribably indescribable firewall of the only game under its command. The inability to invade the company's system obviously made her feel a great deal of pain. Frustration, and in her eyes, it is absolutely impossible for a partner and rival who is about the same level as her to do what she can't do. If you think about it differently, the other party is likely to experience it with the same mentality The game of Innocence, that is to say, it is very likely that I and BLACK will meet in the virtual world...

Under this premise, disguising oneself must be the first priority. Since it would appear strange to be totally unrecognizable, and I can’t accept it on the psychological level. If I don’t modify it, it is very likely to be discovered by the other party. Start with, such as changing the hair color, such as fine-tuning the contour of the face.

Perhaps it is because of the innate talent of women. Unlike Motan, who is difficult to determine the gender of SUN, and even treats the former as a man in most cases, Futaba is very, very sure from the beginning-BLACK is [-]% a man, even though He didn't show any obvious characteristics other than an anti-social lunatic personality, and he didn't have any evidence in his hands, but Futaba was still able to determine that the other party was a man.

[If the other party is a woman, the most important thing is to disguise clothing, hairstyle, temperament, and facial features.

But if the other party is a man, it is breasts, buttocks, and legs. As for the appearance, even if I don't make any major adjustments, it will only be defined as an "ordinary beauty" in nine out of ten, and an "ordinary beauty" It is too common in this kind of game where you can customize your appearance...]

Under this kind of one-sided, subjective, and idealistic thinking, Futaba changed herself into a relatively flat figure without hesitation.

There is only one purpose, and that is to confuse that BLACK and disguise his true identity as much as possible.

As for Motan's mocking of Futaba's overreactions and anger, it is all a disguise, because according to common sense, as for reality, even in the game, she will never react too much to this kind of ridicule.

I have to say that these two people are really similar to a certain extent. Although the methods are different, the ideas are indeed surprisingly similar. The handling of various details can be described as frantic and omniscient.

So, without further ado...

"Miss Futaba!"

But seeing Le Wen running over, standing still in front of Futaba, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a silly face, "I'm back~"

"Oh……"

Futaba stared at Lewen with dead fish eyes for two seconds before asking unhurriedly, "How is it?"

The latter raised his hand and scratched his hair, "I'm a little nervous."

"I didn't ask you how you feel!"

Futaba covered her forehead weakly, looked at Le Wen with unfriendly eyes, and asked word by word: "I'm asking how you drive..."

"Ah, actually, His Majesty the Emperor..."

The head of internal affairs of Fire Claw Leader, whose personality had already collapsed, reacted, but just as he was about to speak, Futaba waved his hand like a fly and interrupted him.

"Okay, you shut up, stand over there and reflect on what you are doing for food."

Futaba sent Levin to stand in the corner with a displeased face, then listlessly leaned against Emmeline who was sitting next to her, and asked lazily, "How's the situation? Amy."

"The situation is nothing."

Grand Duke Crystal Wolf rubbed Futaba's hair, shrugged and said, "Your Majesty just briefly summarized the previous battle, and then asked two court mages to analyze the reason why the Winter Prism in Mercury City will definitely not be able to fight again tomorrow. , nothing else."

Baluoka, who was sitting next to Mo Tan, gave a dry laugh, smacked his lips and said, "If there is anything to say, it's probably that Fernand was trembling all the time, feeling that he might have a seizure at any time. It seems, um, Hussein's face is not very good-looking, and I always feel that there is something weird..."

"To be honest, it's my own people who beat around the bush."

Mo Tan took the plate of snacks in front of Futaba (the latter never ate anything after tasting the sliced ​​cake he made himself), threw it into his mouth and said absent-mindedly: "Depending on your scheming , must have seen something."

The latter was not annoyed, but just said with a smile: "Almost, although the Panshan Knights are located on the 'wing' far away from the core, I personally did not charge with the large army, but in the center of the battlefield. Observe the situation not far away, and then... there seems to be a little situation in the core area of ​​our Violet Eagle Formation, although it subsided quickly, but I still feel that something is not right."

"Is there?"

Emmeline blinked blankly, looking quite puzzled: "Why don't I know?"

Grand Duke Baroka also grabbed some snacks and chewed them, and said with a smile: "Your Crystal Wolf family is at the back, so of course you can't see the situation near the 'Eagle Throat', and little Emmeline, your combat experience... ...Well, basically you have no combat experience, and you have poor vision at night, even if you are in the core of the battlefield, you can only feel that there is chaos everywhere, and it is difficult to detect where the real chaos has occurred. "

"Well, why exactly?"

"Yeah, why..."

The two princes seemed to be talking to themselves, but their eyes were very pointed at Mo Tan.

"Okay, okay, I know..."

The latter first stretched his waist, which seemed so comfortable to look at, then stood up staggeringly, and smiled playfully at the two princes: "If you do the math, it's almost time, let's chat in another place, There is a good tavern not far away, we can give the two of you thirty minutes."

"Us? Thirty minutes?"

Emmeline froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Futaba who was nestling on her lap and was unwilling to move: "What are you going to do now?"

"A shameful thing."

Futaba replied without raising her head.

"Eh!?"

"Just kidding~"

……

forty minutes later

Game time PM23:37
Mithril City, Liuli Pavilion, Diamond Suite 1010

Grand Justice Hussein walked in the study with a gloomy face. His complexion was even paler than during the previous meeting. The blood vessels on his forehead were protruding, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him appear restless.

dong dong dong~
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door from the front hall.

"Damn it, didn't I tell them to wait until after midnight..."

Duke Hussein thought that the visitors were his confidantes who could talk about anything, and immediately left the study angrily, went to the front hall and opened the door angrily, angrily said: "Didn't I already say ……Um?!"

Obviously, we can see from his reflection that it is not the "insider" he imagined, but a very, very "outsider" "outsider".

"Yo~"

Futaba Qiao stood in front of Grand Duke Hussein and greeted sweetly: "Good evening!"

Bah! !

Then the door slammed shut in front of her.

……

Boom boom boom boom!Boom boom boom boom!Boom boom boom boom boom!Boom!

The girl started banging on the door to the tune of The Mass.

five seconds later...

The ashen-faced Grand Duke Hussein opened the door again, and shouted angrily, "What are you going to do!"

"Talk about life."

Futaba said something lightly, and then relied on her height advantage to easily slip under Hussein's arms, walked to the long table in the front hall and sat down, smiling at the bewildered The Grand Duke asked: "Excuse me, can I have something to drink?"

Hussein: "..."

a minute later

"Finish your drink and go."

Grand Duke Hussein walked back to the front hall with a tray awkwardly, and angrily put the teapot on it in front of Futaba, his two mustaches trembled like an angry old goat.

After all, he is still a nobleman with a basic demeanor, and it is out of demeanor to throw a 'guest' out without a glass of water.

"no problem."

Futaba nodded bluntly, then poured herself a full cup of black tea, put the cup on the table without taking a sip, and said with a smile: "During this process, we can chat for a while."

The corner of Scorpius Hussein's mouth twitched, and he said coldly: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

He took a sip of his tea sullenly.

"It's okay, I'll be in charge of opening the topic, you just have to agree with me."

Futaba snapped her fingers, and said crisply, "Rebo Blaisen is dead."

"Puff! Cough...cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!"

Chapter five hundred and fortieth one: the end

(End of this chapter)