Quadruple split.

Chapter 566 Garbage Time
Game timeAM10:35
Western District of Mercury City, [Dog Whistle] Tavern

"Your ale, boy."

An overly plump middle-aged woman squeezed through the crowd, put the dirty wooden wine glass on the tray heavily on the table, then glanced at that person with disgust, and asked without expecting: "You Don't you really want to ask for anything else?"

As a tavern that is still open for business in Mercury City, [Dog Whistle] has been full of seats for two consecutive days after the previous turmoil that was extremely large and far-reaching. It was crowded with a lot of idle people, but due to some reasons that are inconvenient to mention more, the proportion of civilians among them was extremely low, most of them were grassroots personnel of major organizations, and the topics discussed by these people always revolved around the 'destruction of the Marshall family' , "reshuffle at the highest level of the empire" and other high-end reasons made it almost impossible for the civilian operators who took over the store two months ago to intervene.

Of course, they don't have much free time to brag and fart with the guests. With the business so hot, the boss, the boss's wife, the boss's nephew, and the boss's niece are almost all busy. Yes, this is still a family. In the industry, a large family covers almost all jobs from accounting to washing vegetables.

I have to say that the luck of this group of people is really good. If they had come a year or so earlier, the SAN value of the whole family would have dropped almost by now.

After all, regardless of the booming business here, you must know that the population of the entire Mercury City has dropped by almost [-]%. It is dead clean, which is the core reason why there are almost no taverns open in the city at present, and the [Dog Whistle], which has no special characteristics, can be full of seats.

It is also because of this that the proprietress is particularly dissatisfied with the boy in front of him who occupies the entire table but only ordered a glass of ale. She thought to herself that if it weren't for the fact that you are very polite and not ugly, my aunt would have I pulled it out for you five minutes ago.

"no thank you."

The young man shook his head in the midst of the noise, then suddenly patted his forehead, took out a shiny silver coin from his pocket, flicked it with his fingers, blinked and said, "It's not easy to find a place to stay, please sister Let me sit a little longer."

"Look at what you said, little brother, take a rest as you please."

The aunt gave a wink with a smile on her face, and said cheerfully, "I'll ask the kitchen to fry a plate of beans for you~"

Then she twisted her bucket waist like a water snake and went to the back kitchen.

"Tsk tsk, that look of a tiger and wolf."

Mo Tan snorted, took a symbolic sip of the beer in hand, and then continued to smear on the parchment on the table.

The reason why one person occupies the entire table is precisely because a large amount of paper is spread scattered in front of him, and it is full of incomprehensible characters like ghost symbols, not because Motan uses Korean and Arabic at the same time. Chinese, Nepali, Bengali, and Mongolian are writing, although it is not impossible, but now he just writes the words in an elegant way, and his style is infinitely close to the prescriptions of major hospitals. .

"Hey, are you preparing to open the altar?"

A moment later, a playful voice sounded behind him, very clear and sweet.

"sit."

Mo Tan knew who was coming without turning his head, so he didn't talk nonsense, just patted the place next to him casually, and then continued to quickly write on the stack of parchment in front of him with a quill.

"What are you busy doing? You have to come to such a crappy place."

Futaba was also not polite, and sat directly next to Mo Tan, leaned over and lazily put her weight on the left half of the latter's body, tilted her head and asked, "Do you want to write an observation diary?"

Mo Tan didn't care about that pretty face that was so close at hand, but continued to write vigorously while replying casually: "It's just that I don't want to attract attention, the so-called big hermit hides in the city, you know?"

"Oh, that means, you are currently researching something that is inconvenient for others to see."

Futaba chuckled, quickly glanced at the pieces of parchment with the corner of her eye, and said with a smile: "But from the perspective of 'not wanting to attract' attention, this is indeed an ideal place. You things that are full of a lot of mental pollution, at most, you will only think that you are rushing to report."

Mo Tan glanced at her, filled up the last piece of parchment, and while slowly pulling the things on the table into the luggage, asked absently: "The meeting is over?"

"I don't know, I didn't go."

Futaba shook her hair, took off her glasses and breathed lightly on them: "Phew~ I've already handed over all matters related to Fire Claw to Levin, that fox seems to be a bit of a throwback to his ancestors recently Inclination, it's time for him to change his mind, not to mention "

"You don't have anything to do with Firepaw now, do you?"

Mo Tan casually took over the conversation, and put the last piece of parchment in his pocket: "How does it feel to get revenge?"

After "cooperating" for so long, he naturally has no reason not to know the reason why Futaba exhausted all means to overthrow the Marshall family. It is absolutely impossible to know nothing about it, so his question is quite straightforward.

"Well, how should I say~"

Futaba did not contradict this topic, but replied casually while wiping her glasses with her robe: "I didn't feel very happy at all, but I was very exhausted, and I definitely don't want to do it again."

Mo Tan smiled playfully: "If you don't want to come, it doesn't mean you won't come. What if there is a second time?"

"Then refer to this time."

Futaba Feng Danyun gave the answer lightly, then lifted his body weakly and left Mo Tan's shoulders, turned around and leaned on the table that had been cleaned up to look at him: "So what are you writing?"

"Healthy."

Mo Tan took a sip of beer, thanked the proprietress who handed over a plate of beans, and then explained to Futaba nonchalantly: "I found some valuable things, just in case, to avoid accidents, I just took a copy.”

The girl raised her eyebrows, and said leisurely: "So your target is indeed the Whispering Sect, did you make trouble with them before? Or are you simply trying to trouble them? Or have you become interested in the power of the evil god? Tsk, finally One seems improbable, otherwise it would definitely not be as fast as cooperating with them after exterminating the Marshall family and searching for the corpse~"

"Who knows, let's go, I'm done."

Mo Tan stretched his body lazily, then got up and walked out of the tavern, and when passing by the counter, he stretched out his arm and grabbed a handful from the money box when the boss turned around, and showed it to the thieves at the next table. Senseless.

Five minutes later, the two appeared on the empty avenue in the western part of Mercury City, strolling leisurely.

"The next time you leave Salamune, the bet will resume."

Futaba glanced at Mo Tan who was humming softly, and broke the silence first.

"Okay, I'm almost too busy here."

Mo Tan fiddled twice with the lute that he picked up from the Wanderer Inn when he entered the city (the people inside were still under the influence of Whispering at the time), and smacked his lips: "The curiosity about the Whispering Sect can be regarded as satisfied for the time being." Eighty-eight, say hello to Xiu when I go back and leave."

Futaba glanced at him, smiled playfully and said, "Take Leisha and Fanye together?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Mo Tan shrugged his shoulders, waved his hands and said, "Don't inquire about the rest, even if you've regained your status, we're still in a truce after all, so just chat about some unnutritious things before we break up."

"Okay, let's talk about the lack of nutrition. Although Buffy Marshall is dead, it was not my mentor who did it. Her head was robbed. Do you have any information to share about this?"

Futaba really did not continue the "exploratory dialogue" that had become a daily "exploratory conversation" between the two of them during this period of time, and changed the subject casually.

【I'm afraid that all the members of the Dawn Sect will like this.】

Mo Tan laughed dryly from the bottom of his heart, and then put on a particularly innocent face: "I don't have any information to share, and I didn't bother with it when I leaked Buffy's whereabouts to you."

"That Sylvia was really unlucky when she met you."

Futaba covered her small mouth and smiled gloatingly: "By the way, she also did me a favor, if she hadn't followed your suggestion and sent back the news in advance, so that Buffy could escape before the big troops arrived. Things may become troublesome instead, but all in all, thank you this time."

"sincerity?"

"Sincerely, you bitch, can you stop always looking for trouble for my old lady! Every time you have to toss something super-classical, don't you!"

Futaba flipped her face like flipping through a book, and when she raised her hand, Mo Tan's face was almost heated to a boiling fireball, and said angrily: "It was the same when I played other people's backup servers a few times ago, can you change your bad habits? Already!?"

Mo Tanxu raised his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you half a cat?"

"I am used to it!"

"What about your face?"

"When the inner height increasing pads are in the shoes!"

"Do you usually walk on stilts when you go out?"

"No way."

"By the way, does that old man Clever know about his big kid jumping on the street?"

Mo Tan did not continue to quarrel with Futaba, but changed the topic to political affairs seamlessly with his usual expression: "The system and structure of the Violet Empire for thousands of years have gradually begun to collapse. If His Majesty the Emperor can cooperate to make it collapse What, the resistance of our second prince should be much smaller."

Futaba shook her head, and said casually, "It probably hasn't happened yet, and what if I knew about it? Why didn't my son die, what a big deal."

"It makes sense, after all, there is another one."

Mo Tan also nodded and agreed, and then laughed playfully: "Speaking of which, Crystal Wolf and Dantis have completely sided with Xiu, but the remaining five families are not easy to deal with, although they will not be against Xiu. There is some opinion on the matter of taking over as the emperor of the empire, but it is hard to say on the matter of being "integrated". Not to mention the wonderful family of Fernan, even if it is Fire Claw, Grand Duke Xiluo may not be willing to let the Violet family Dominance, become the veritable ruler of this empire."

Futaba shrugged indifferently: "What's the use of having an opinion? In my opinion, even if these grand dukes pack their bags, they may not be able to play Shubresin. It doesn't matter whether they obey or resist, but It's just a matter of time."

"That's why I made the pre-investment~"

Mo Tan snapped his fingers, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised with an evil look: "The future of this decaying empire is still worth looking forward to."

"Compared to this empire, you'd better look forward to your own future."

Futaba narrowed her eyes slightly, and said faintly: "Not to brag, at your current level, this girl can crush three people to death with one hand."

Mo Tan curled his lips: "Don't bother, it's definitely easier for me to improve my strength than you to increase your height, wash your pants and wait."

then
There is no more, after the previous discussion about strength, or the ruthless talk between each other, Mo Tan and Futaba suddenly fell into a strange silence, and the scene became a little awkward.

Ten minutes later, the two people who had strolled to Central Avenue suddenly sighed at the same time, and sighed in unison: "It's really boring to have a serious chat."

Then at the same time, he drooped his head, rolled his eyes and looked disgusted.

Because of what Mo Tan said before, "Talking about something unnutritious", they were quite careful when they spoke just now, and they did not engage in any overt or covert temptations or misleading behaviors. As a result, they stayed together for less than half an hour just now. The two of them started to feel bored at the same time.

Obviously, the naked malice towards each other is the deepest bond between this pair of partners and old enemies. As for other things, such as talking about unnutritive topics, maybe they have a lot to say in other situations. There are few dramas to act in, and many people to cheat, but only when facing each other, asking Mo Tan and Futaba to exercise restraint will only make them feel bored and uninterested from the bottom of their hearts.

"The so-called one hundred years of cultivation can sleep together, and one thousand years of cultivation can achieve the synchronization of gods~"

Mo Tan gave a dry laugh, and said without words: "Maybe I have slept with you for several lifetimes."

Futaba twitched the corners of her mouth, yawned dispiritedly, and then turned around and walked straight to the direction of the Mage Guild: "It's boring, I'm going back."

"See you."

Mo Tan smacked his lips, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Futaba, with a very depressed expression.

Violet's game has come to an end in a sense, and perhaps there will be more turbulent situations in the near future, but for Mo Tan and Futaba, their playing time is over. As for this game The next chess player and trend have little to do with them.

Although they are all lunatics and lunatics in a certain sense, the "garbage time" before the end of the game will make them feel extremely bored.

until the next game starts.
Five hundred and sixtieth chapters: the end

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