Chapter 68 Bard
At this time, perhaps only this kind of mocking, naked, sarcastic and even sexual harassment reply can make Futaba feel better.
That girl does not need other people's comfort or tolerance, and false concern is meaningless. Of course, even if it is meaningful, Mo Tan will not do that at this moment. He is just like before She also responded with ridicule and ridicule to this 'opponent', but this is actually enough...
The only thing Futaba needs now is maybe someone who can convey to her that 'you are not the only one left. It's just that kind of thing.
As for whether that person is a friend, a companion, or an old enemy, it actually doesn't matter.
As long as there is such a person...
It doesn't matter even if he just makes low-level sexual harassment to you.
But at this time, Futaba has left the game and is sleeping peacefully in the small space that belongs only to her. Naturally, there is no way to reply to Mo Tan. Of course, the latter does not care, and even feels quite Peace of mind.
“It’s okay if I’m not here~” Mo Tan breathed a sigh of relief: “After all, I’m still impatient with coaxing children. By the time she comes online again, she should be more or less calm. ..."
Throwing the orange-haired girl with round glasses out of his mind, his expression gradually became serious.
If the dead cannot be resurrected, then mourning and sorrow are meaningless...
If the ending cannot be undone, then regrets and worries are of no value...
Mo Tan does not want to do it because of Instead of being sentimental about what has happened, what concerns him most at this moment is the present and future threats...
Everything that is uncontrollable, unknown, and unplanned is a threat!
Threats often affect fun, which he cannot tolerate. Although Mo Tan at this time can even use death to add a touch of glory to those so-called plans and stages... But he does not like this. The feeling of being unable to control...
Especially not being able to control yourself!
The clear memory is about to come to an end, and he is separated from Futaba, and then Ned's body appears in front of his eyes, and Benai chases after him...
[Wait, it seems that something is missing. 】
Mo Tan paused for a moment, and then thought that his mentality seemed to have changed once before the class chased him, so in the end he did not keep walking in the set direction, but turned back. I want to contain Futaba’s Banai, who will chase after me at any time.
If I remember correctly, my behavior pattern at that time was somewhat inconsistent with the 'Black Brahma', but more like...
"I see." A flash of fierceness flashed in Mo Tan's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "In other words, it's not just the current 'me', but also the somewhat disturbing state?"
Although it was a question, there was no doubt in his tone.
[Then the next step is the assassin. He seemed to say something after some low-end provocation...]
It started to be a bit laborious, just like an untrained person would As if he put his head into the water and forced his eyes open, a dizzying feeling of disgust suddenly came over him. Even though he was prepared, Mo Tan still felt suffocated.
The first thing that became clear was Ned. His eyes had not yet closed, and his body was still bleeding...
Then there is the face in the class that is full of viciousness and pathology...
[This is not the point! 】
I don’t know when Mo Tan, who was standing quietly on the spot, slowly closed his eyes and tried his best to clear away the layer of fog.
......
After a long time, he smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, a rare feeling of powerlessness welling up in his heart.
"I just can't remember it anyway." Mo Tan blew a low-key whistle and wiped the cold sweat that had leaked from his forehead for some time. He felt a little useless.
[I must have done something. Although I can’t remember it, it is not a blank memory like before, but an instinctive rejection. This is psychologically explainable...]
He quickened his pace slightly, and his originally stagnant thoughts gradually became more flexible.
[Combining the two previous situations, although I am not very willing to admit it, as the 'Black Brahma' at that time, I had a great possibility of being infinitely close to 'that me', although this is not enough to constitute The conditions for killing the squad are only due to the relative lack of conditions and intelligence...]
A thin cloud blocked the hook-like crescent moon, Mo Tan's body was looming in the shadow, and in his eyes Reflecting the cool light...
[This game is really interesting. It can be basically concluded that there is definitely a "me" existing on this continent during the recent memory blank period, 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 down and sniffed the Asakusa on the roadside...
"It doesn't look like a game company making money at all. , AI with extremely high intelligence and anthropomorphism, this can be traced back to who knows how many years The complete world view of my youth, the camp selection system that can even separate myself, the race in Cordoba that is completely inconsistent with common sense, the Whispering Sect, and the degree of world collapse." A hint of fanaticism formed at the corner of his mouth, Mo said. Tan laughs unscrupulously under the night He said: "There is also my almost forgotten 'fourth side', memory blanks, bugs that are known to have only appeared on me, plus the elusive SUN..."
He said Tear off the various masks on your face and use your true His face looked up at the starry sky without any haze, and he spread his hands as if to embrace the entire night. His eyes flashed with madness and uncontrollable excitement: "It's so fucking fun!"
< br>The clouds drift away...
Mo Tan looked at the looming lights in the distance, covered his face again, adjusted his clothes, and also suppressed that crazy smile.
Then he walked calmly and behaved elegantly like a traveling aristocratic poet~
"Even I am not trustworthy now, haha..." He took out his luggage I bought a simple wooden harp and fiddled with it gently. I was immediately amused by the abrupt and not pleasant notes at all.
……
Fifteen minutes later
In Misha Town, which is only a few dozen miles away from Kalan City, there is the [Drunk Bear] Tavern.
A bard with a mustache was foaming at the mouth and talking loudly. He squatted on the low table closest to the bar. In front of him was a slightly old and broken top hat and half Home-brewed ale donated by the bottle boss.
This can be regarded as some kind of unwritten rule. If an eloquent bard is willing to go to a certain tavern to tell a few stories, then as long as he can attract customers or listeners, no matter which owner it is, They will not hesitate to serve him a drink that can soothe his throat.
The slightly dim lights, the sun that has already rolled down the mountain, the tables that have not been properly wiped for many years, the waitress who occasionally screams when she is carrying the tray, the wiping behind the bar The bearded boss humming a tune over the cup, the guests chatting and laughing loudly, the bard with a high-pitched and provocative voice, and the audience who stayed around for a long time but were unwilling to throw money into his hat~< br>
This kind of scene that no longer exists in reality is one of the most common scenes in the Innocence Continent... "The dragon soars in the sky, its fangs dripping with blood, and its wings stir up hurricanes. , it roared in an attempt to save the lives of its kind~" Mustache raised his head and drank ergot, his face flushed and loudly shouted in his high tenor: "The wild beast is raging in the abandoned city, its skin is as hard as steel, its The roar was as powerful as thunder, but he was retreating steadily amid the loud war songs and shouts! ”
A young man happened to quietly 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 squinty ears and raised his eyelids.
"Ancestors protect you! The wise elder looked up to the sky. His youth and body have been taken away by the years, but the strength and glory always remain deep in the soul. What is stirring in the totem pole is blood and Thunder!" The bard clapped the small drum in his hand and shouted fluently in Common Tongue: "When the tribe was in danger, he took action!"
The eyes of an orc next to him shone brightly. He clapped his hands and said: "Okay!!"
But Mo Tan, who had come around here at some point, had a little surprise on his face.
"But seeing the spirit of the earth and the power of the ancestors complementing each other, the rampant dragon on the ruined city suddenly fell under the power of the elder!" The bard whirled around in vain and smashed him hard. On the ground, but still holding his neck and shouting: "The hero finally defeated the dragon! The glory belongs to...which tribe does it come from?" ? Uh, forget it, the glory belongs to the tribe!"
The surrounding audience burst into laughter, but no one cared about the last little flaw of the bard who seemed to have drunk a lot. There are finally a few more coins in that hat~
Only one person’s expression is not right!
From the beginning, Mo Tan felt that the story told by this old man was a bit familiar, and after listening to a few sentences, his expression immediately became strange...
"Who is that!" "The orc who had applauded before said loudly to Mustache: "Can you explain what you just said more clearly? I don't quite understand it!"
In line with the principle that the customer is God, the bard immediately cleared his throat, then smiled at God and said: "There was a dragon on the ground that was being beaten by several orcs. As a result, an update came from the sky halfway through the beating. Cruelly, the oldest one among the orcs saw that something was wrong, so he took action like a bullock, but as soon as the old man took action, he knocked down the dragon with a bang! "
"Okay!" The orc roared again; "He is indeed the boss of our orcs!"
Mo Tan: "..."
He is almost the same. I already fully understood that I really knew the story told by the bard, and not only did I know it, I also basically witnessed the entire process from the perspective of the person involved.
That’s not the case at all!
If I remember correctly, the one who was angrily criticizing Yalong was not singing a war song, but a hero song!
That dragon didn’t come to help its companions, it was just that it was so tired that it stuck out its tongue and wanted to find a place to take a good rest!
The old orc man did knock Ya down, but he was the first one to yell 'misunderstanding' afterwards.
In general, the degree of truth of this story...is basically equivalent to bullshit!
But even so, Mo Tan still approached the bard who had just gotten up from the ground with great enthusiasm, took out a gold coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the other person's hand.
It needs to be explained here that the currency of Guilty Continent is basically gold coins, silver coins and copper plates. The ratio is 1:10:100. Although the currencies in different places are different, the weight and purchasing power are still about the same. In front of Mo Tan The mustache's income just now was about twenty copper coins, so...
So the way he looked at Mo Tan was immediately different!
The light contained in it was like...
It was like seeing a perfect victim! It's very similar to the look in Mo Tan's eyes when he was blocked by the bad boy from the next class in the alley in the same personality state...
It makes people feel hairy all over~
Of course, Mo Tan didn't get all hairy. He just blinked at the other party and said, "Excuse me for a moment?"
"Okay!" The other party nodded crisply, but didn't even move a step.
Then, Mo Tan took out a pamphlet from nowhere under Mo Tan’s almost horrified gaze, thrust it into his hand with a smile on his face, and laughed in a low voice: "Brother knows his stuff, this is I like one too!”
! ?
Mo Tan lowered his head and looked...
【Tree Vase Plum】
Quality: Junk
Usage: Not available
[Note: This thing cannot be opened, so you have to accumulate some virtue! There are no resource seeds anywhere. Can we not be so persistent? You must know that we are a game for all ages. If this kind of thing gets into the hands of minors, it will be difficult for us to do it. Just look at the cover and enjoy it. Go, be good. 】
Mo Tan looked at the small booklet in his hand. On it was an elf girl with few pieces of cloth on her body. She looked pretty good.
Putting it into his luggage smoothly, Mo Tan glanced at the mustache who was constantly raising his eyebrows at him, and smiled: "Is there anything else?"
"Uh..." The other party was stunned immediately, and then Then he rubbed his hands and said: "This is the only one I have available at the moment. Of course, if you don't mind, I have some other things here, including Ogre Lolita photos and Do you want to know about the goblin girl bathing album? "
Ogre Loli and the goblin girl...
Mo Tan thought for a while and nodded to the other party: "Give it to me. ”
Suddenly, Mustache’s eyes became more horrifying than Mo Tan’s just now, and then he took out two brochures that smelled of barbecue from under his robe, and handed them over.
The latter took the two art works that seemed to have been stuffed with ham sauce and put them away, and then smiled and said: "These three books together are not worth a gold coin, right?"
"Uh, This..." Mustache suddenly showed bitterness: "It's not worth it, but I can't find it now. How about I give you two paragraphs?"
Mo Tan shook his head slightly: " That’s not necessary, just go out with me and have a chat. I’m quite interested in the story you just told~”
“Hey! No problem!” The other party was very happy when he heard that there was no need to change. They all came out, and quickly turned aside to make way for Mo Tan: "Please go first~"
A moment later, the two of them arrived at the small square in the center of the town, each smiling happier than the other.
The bard laughed at this young man who seemed to have some problems with his aesthetics. He was really being taken advantage of.
And Mo Tan... discovered that he might have found a pair of eyes...
A pair of eyes that are everywhere!
Chapter 65: The End
(End of this chapter)