Quadruple split.

Chapter 68 The Bard

At times like this, perhaps only this mocking, blatant, sarcastic and even sexually harassing reply can make Futaba feel better.

That girl doesn't need other people's comfort or tolerance, and hypocritical care is meaningless. Of course, even if it is meaningful, Mo Tan at this moment will not do that. He is just treating this opponent as before. ' with ridicule and sneer, but that's enough...

The only thing Futaba needs now is maybe someone who can convey to her that 'you are not alone'.

It doesn't really matter if that person is a friend, companion, or foe.

As long as there is only one person there...

It doesn't matter if he's just sexually harassing you at a low level.

But at this time Futaba had left the game and was sleeping peacefully in the small space that belonged only to her. Naturally, there was no way to reply to Mo Tan. Of course, the latter was indifferent, and she even felt quite relieved.

"It's alright~" Mo Tan let out a sigh of relief: "After all, I'm still impatient with things like coaxing children. When she goes online again, she should be able to calm down somewhat..."

Throwing the orange-haired girl with round glasses out of his mind over his shoulder, his expression gradually became serious.

There is no point in mourning and grief if the dead cannot be brought back to life...

If the ending cannot be salvaged, then regrets and troubles are of no value...

Mo Tan doesn't want to be sentimental because of what has happened. At this moment, what he cares most about is the present and future threats...

Everything that is uncontrollable, unknown, and unplanned is a threat!

Threats often affect the fun, which is intolerable to him. Although Mo Tan at this time can even use death to add a touch of color to those so-called plans and stages... But he doesn't like this feeling of being out of control...

Especially when you can't control yourself!

The clear memory is about to come to an end, separated from Futaba, and then Ned's body appeared in front of him, and the class chased after him...

[Wait, something seems to be missing. 】

Mo Tan's footsteps paused for a while, and then he remembered that his mentality seemed to have changed once before chasing after the class, so in the end, instead of going in the established direction, he turned around and wanted to contain Futaba. I don't know when the class will be chasing after him.

If I remember correctly, my behavior pattern at that time was somewhat inconsistent with 'Black Fan', but more like...

"So that's the case." Mo Tan's eyes flashed a bit of sharpness, and he whispered to himself: "That is to say, not only the current 'me', but also the state that makes people a little disturbed?"

Although it was a question, there was no doubt in his tone.

[Then next is the assassin, who seems to have said something after some low-end provocation...]

It started to be a little labored, like an untrained person sticking his head into the water and forcibly opening his eyes, a drowsy feeling of disgust suddenly hit, even though he was prepared, Mo Tan still felt a suffocation.

It was Ned who first became clear, his eyes still not closed, his body still bleeding...

Then there's the vicious and sick face in the class...

【This is not the point! 】

I don't know when Mo Tan, who was standing still, slowly closed his eyes and tried his best to clear the fog.

……

After a long time, he smiled wryly and shook his head slightly, a rare sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

"I can't remember it anyway." Mo Tan whistled in a low-pitched voice, wiping the cold sweat that oozes from his forehead at some point, feeling a little useless.

[I must have done something, although I can't remember it, but it is not the blank memory before, but an instinctive rejection, which can be explained psychologically...]

He slightly accelerated his pace, and his originally stagnant thoughts gradually became more flexible.

[Combining the two previous situations, although I am not very willing to admit it, it is very possible for me, who was a 'Black Fan' at the time, to be infinitely close to 'that me', although this is not enough to constitute a condition for killing the class. , but only because of the relative lack of conditions and information...]

A thin cloud blocked the hook-like crescent moon, Mo Tan's body was looming in the shadows, and a cold light reflected in his eyes...

[This game is really interesting. It can be basically concluded that there is definitely an 'I' on this continent during the recent period of blank memory, although no reliable clues have been found so far. 】

He climbed up a small tree lightly, and after a few ups and downs, he leaned over and sniffed the Asakusa by the roadside...

"It's not like a game company making money at all, AI with high intelligence and anthropomorphism, this complete worldview dating back to an unknown number of years ago, and even a faction selection system that can separate myself, Cordo Wa's race, whispering sect, and world collapse degree that are completely out of common sense." The corner of his mouth drew a frenzy, and Mo Tan smiled recklessly under the night: "And my almost forgotten 'Fourth' face', memory blank, bugs known to have only appeared on me, plus that elusive SUN..."

He ripped off the mask on his face and looked up at the starry sky without the slightest haze with his real face. He stretched out his hands as if to embrace the whole night, and his eyes flashed with madness and uncontrollable anger. Excited: "It was so fucking fun!"

Clouds drift away...

Mo Tanyao looked at the looming lights in the distance, put all kinds of expressions on his face again, tidied up his clothes, and also restrained his crazy smile.

Then, like an aristocratic poet who is traveling, he walks calmly and behaves gracefully~
"Even myself can't be trusted now, hehe..." He took out a crude wooden harp from his suitcase, fiddled it lightly, and was immediately struck by the abrupt and unpleasant note. Amused.

……

fifteen minutes later

In Misha Town, only a few dozen miles away from Karan City, there is the [Drunken Bear] Tavern.

A minstrel with a moustache said something in a loud voice. He crouched on the low table closest to the bar, in front of a slightly old tattered hat and half a bottle of self-made gifts from the owner. Brew ale.

This can be considered an unwritten rule. If an eloquent bard is willing to go to a tavern to tell a few stories, as long as it can attract guests or listeners, no owner will be stingy. He served a drink to soothe his throat.

The dim light, the sun that has already rolled down the mountain, the table that hasn't been cleaned in years, the waitress who is sometimes squeaked by the salty pig's hand holding the tray, and humming a little song while wiping the cup behind the bar The bearded boss, the loud chattering and laughing guests, the high-pitched and provocative bard, and the audience who stayed around for a long time and didn't want to throw money into people's hats~
This kind of scene that no longer exists in reality is one of the most common scenes in Innocence Continent...

"The giant dragon soars in the sky, its fangs drip with blood, its wings are turbulent, and it roars to save the lives of its kin~" Moustache raised his head and poured ergot, his face flushed with his high-pitched male The high voice said loudly: "The wild beast is raging in the waste capital. Its skin is as strong as steel, and its roar is like thunder, but it is defeated in the loud battle songs and shouts!"

A young man just quietly pushed open the door of the tavern at this time, but no one noticed him except the boss who was also listening to the story with his ears raised and raised his eyelids.

"Ancestor's protection! The wise elder looked up at the sky. His youth and physique have been taken away by the years, but his strength and glory reside in the depths of his soul. The blood and thunder are stirring in the totem pole!" He clapped the small drum in his hand vigorously, and shouted fluently in common language: "When the clan is in danger, he shot!"

A certain orc next to him slapped his hands with shining eyes: "Okay!!"

But Mo Tan, who didn't know when he came to this side, showed a little surprise on his face.

"But seeing the spirit of the earth and the strength of the ancestors complement each other, the rampant dragon above the abandoned capital suddenly fell under the power of the elders!" The bard was in the same place as a Thomas circling was useless, so he smashed it hard. On the ground, he still held his neck and shouted: "The hero finally defeated the dragon! Glory belongs to... which tribe does it belong to? Uh, forget it, glory belongs to the tribe!!"

The surrounding audience burst into laughter, but no one would care about the last little flaw of the bard who seemed to drink a lot, and finally there was a little more copper in that hat~
Only one person's expression is not right!

Mo Tan felt that the story told by this old man was a little familiar from the beginning, and after hearing a few sentences, his expression immediately became strange...

"Who is that!" The orc who clapped and applauded before shouted to the mustache: "Can you explain what you just said a little bit more clearly, we don't quite understand!"

In line with the principle that the customer is God, the bard cleared his throat immediately, and then smiled at God: "There is a dragon on the ground that is being beaten by a few orcs, and after half the beating, there is an update from the sky. Ruthless, the oldest among the orcs saw that this was wrong, so he took the thief's shot, and as soon as the old man made his move, he beat the dragon down with a 'bang'!"

"Okay!" The orc roared again; "As expected of the old man of our orcs!"

Mo Tan: "..."

He has almost fully understood that he really knows the story told by the bard, and not only knows it, but also basically witnessed the whole process from the perspective of the person involved.

That's not the case at all!

If I remember correctly, the one who was angry at Yalong sang was not a battle song, but a hero song!
That dragon didn't come here to help his companions, but he was so tired that he stuck his tongue out, so he wanted to find a place to take a good rest!
That old orc did indeed beat her down, but he was the first to yell 'misunderstanding' afterwards.

In general, the truth of this story... is basically equivalent to bullshit!

But even so, Mo Tan enthusiastically approached the bard who just got up from the ground, took out a gold coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the other's hand.

It needs to be explained here that the currency of Innocence Continent is basically the routine of gold coins, silver coins and copper plates. The ratio is 1:10:100. Although the currencies of different places are different, the weight and purchasing power are still similar. In front of Mo Tan This mustache's income just now was about twenty copper coins, so...

So the way he looked at Mo Tan immediately changed!

The light contained in it is like...

Saw a superb take on the same head!It is very similar to Mo Tan's eyes when he was blocked by the bad boy from the next class in the alley in this same personality state...

Makes me hairy~
Of course, Mo Tan didn't have any hair all over his body, just winked at the other party: "Take a step to talk?"

"Okay!" The other party nodded swiftly, but didn't even move a step.

Then, under Mo Tan's almost horrified gaze, he took out the booklet from nowhere, shoved it into his hand with a smile on his face, and said with a low voice, "Brother, you know what to do, I like this one too! "

!! ?
Mo Tan looked down...

【Plum in a tree bottle】

Quality: garbage

use: not available

[Remarks: If you can't open this thing, you should accumulate some virtue!There are no resources seeds, can we stop being so persistent?You must know that we are a game for all ages. If this kind of thing flows into the hands of minors, it will be difficult for us to do it. If you enjoy watching the cover, you will get Ang, darling. 】

Mo Tan looked at the small booklet in his hand, and on it was an elf girl who basically didn't have a few pieces of fabric on her body, and she was not bad.

Putting it in his luggage, Mo Tan glanced at the mustache who was constantly raising his eyebrows at him, and smiled: "Anything else?"

"Uh..." The other party was stunned for a moment, and then he rubbed his hands regularly and said, "This is all I can get my hands on at the moment. Of course, if you don't mind, I have something else here, Ogre Moro. Do you want to know about Li's photo and the Goblin Girl's Bathing Album?"

Ogre loli and goblin girl...

Mo Tan thought about it for a while, and nodded at the other party: "Give it to me."

Suddenly, Moustache's eyes became more frightening than Mo Tan just now, and then he took out two booklets with a barbecue smell from under his robe, and reached out and handed them over.

The latter took over the two works of art that were suspected to be covered with ham, sauce and meat, and then smiled: "These three books together shouldn't be worth a gold coin, right?"

"Uh, this..." Moustache suddenly showed bitterness: "It's not worth it, but I can't find it right now, how about I give you two paragraphs?"

Mo Tan shook his head slightly: "That's not necessary, you can go out and chat with me, I'm still quite interested in your story just now~"

"Hey! No problem!" As soon as the other party heard that he didn't need to ask for money, he was so happy that Yahuazi came out, and quickly turned sideways to make way for Mo Tan: "Please first~"

After a while, the two came to the small square in the center of the town, laughing more happily than the other.

The bard laughs that this guy whose aesthetics is supposed to be a little questionable is really taking a big bite.

And Mo Tan... found out that he might have found a pair of eyes...

A pair of ubiquitous eyes!

Chapter 65: Final

(End of this chapter)