Chapter 566 Garbage Time
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West District of Mercury City, [Dog Whistle] Tavern
“Your ale, boy.”
A middle-aged woman with an overly plump figure squeezed through the crowd, placed the dirty wooden wine glass on the tray heavily on the table, then glanced at the person with disgust, and asked without expectation: " Are you really not going to order anything more?”
As one of the few taverns in Mercury City that is still open for business, [Dog Whistle] has been packed with seats for two days in a row after the previous turmoil of extremely large scale and far-reaching impact. The hall was less than 30 square meters in total. It was crowded with a large number of idle people, but due to some reasons that are inconvenient to mention, the proportion of civilians among them was extremely low. Most of them were grassroots personnel of major organizations, and the topic discussed by these people always revolved around the 'Destruction of the Marshall Family' High-end reasons such as "shuffle at the top of the empire" have made it almost impossible for the civilian operators who bought this store two months ago to interrupt.
Of course, they don’t have much free time to brag and fart with their customers. When the business is so booming, the boss, the boss’s wife, the boss’s nephew, and the boss’s niece are almost too busy to keep their feet off the floor. Yes, this is still a family business, and a large family does almost all the work from accounting to washing vegetables.
I have to say that these people are really lucky. If they had come a year and a half earlier, the SAN value of the whole family would probably have dropped almost completely.
After all, despite the booming business here, you must know that the entire population of Mercury City has dropped by almost 70%. Almost all civilians who have stayed here for more than two years have been secretly deceived into becoming cultists, and soon He died cleanly in the battle in front of him. This is the core reason why almost no pubs are open in the city and the "Dog Whistle" with no characteristics can be filled with seats.
It is also because of this, the proprietress I was particularly dissatisfied with the guy in front of me who took up the entire table but only ordered a glass of ale. I thought to myself, if it weren’t for the fact that your guy is quite polite and not ugly, my aunt would have given it to you five minutes ago. Ya pulled it out.
"No, thank you."
The young man shook his head in the noise, then suddenly slapped his forehead, took out a shiny silver coin from his pocket, flicked it with his fingers, and said with a wink: "It's not easy to find a place to stay. Please ask my sister to let me sit for a while."
"Look what you said, little brother, you can take a rest as long as you want."
The aunt smiled and winked, and said cheerfully: "I will ask the kitchen to fry a plate of beans for you. ~"
Then she twisted her water-snake-like bucket waist to the back kitchen.
"Tsk, tsk, you look like a tiger or a wolf on your face."
Mo Tan sneered, picked up the ale at hand and took a symbolic sip, then continued to smear on the parchment on the table.
The reason why one person occupies an entire table is precisely because there is a large amount of paper scattered in front of him, which is full of words that are difficult to understand like ghost drawings. It is not because of Mo Tan He is writing in Korean, Arabic, Nepali, Bengali, and Mongolian at the same time. Although it is not impossible, now he just deliberately writes elegantly, and his style is very close to the prescriptions of major hospitals. To put it simply, it is a ghost painting talisman.
"Hey, are you preparing to open a forum?"
A moment later, a joking voice sounded behind him, which was very clear and sweet.
"Sit."
Mo Tan knew who was coming without even turning his head, so he didn't waste any time, just patted the place next to him casually, and then continued to hold the quill on the pile of sheepskins in front of him. Write quickly on paper.
"What are you busy with? You have to come to this crappy place."
Futaba was not polite and sat down next to Mo Tan, leaning over and lazily He put his weight on the left side of the latter's body, tilted his little head and asked He said: "Do you want to write an observation diary?"
Mo Tan didn't pay attention to the pretty face so close to him. He just continued to write quickly and replied casually: "I just don't want to attract attention. As the saying goes. Do you know that Da Yin is hiding in the city? ”
"Ha, that is to say, you are currently studying something that is not convenient for others to see."
Futaba chuckled and quickly scanned the pieces of parchment with the corner of his eyes. Smiling: "But I never 'don't want to cause' From the perspective of attention, this is indeed an ideal place. When others see you filled with a lot of mental pollution, at most they will think that you are just rushing to report."
Mo Tan glanced at her. One glance filled up the last one Parchment, while unhurriedly pulling things on the table into the luggage, he asked absently: "Is the meeting over?"
"I don't know, I didn't go."
Futaba shook her hair and took it off He puffed up his glasses slightly and said, "Huh~ I have handed over all matters related to Fire Claw to LeVine to take care of. The fox seems to be a little atavistic recently, so he should be left to his own devices. I have lost my brain, let alone”
"You have nothing to do with Fire Claw now, right?"
Mo Tan took over the conversation casually and put the last piece of parchment in his bag: "How does it feel to have a great revenge?"
In a relationship that has been 'cooperating' for so long Under the circumstances, there is no reason for him not to know the reason why Futaba tried every means to overthrow the Marshall family. Although the latter did not mention it directly, it is impossible for Mo Tan to know nothing about it based on his intelligence gathering ability. Yes, so his question was quite direct.
"Well, how should I put it~"
Futaba did not object to this topic, but replied casually while wiping his glasses with his robe: "I didn't feel happy at all, but rather special I am exhausted and I definitely don’t want to do it again.”
Mo Tan smiled playfully: "Just because you don't want to come doesn't mean it won't happen. What if it happens a second time?"
"Then let's refer to this time."
Shuangye Fengdan Yun Qing gave the answer, then weakly propped himself up and left Mo Tan's shoulders, turned around and looked at him while leaning on the cleared table: "So you're here What are you writing?”
“It’s good.”
Mo Tan took a sip of ale and thanked the proprietress who handed over a plate of beans, then said nothing to her. Ye explained: "I found some valuable things. Just in case, and to avoid unnecessary complications, I took the time to copy a copy."
The girl raised her eyebrows and said leisurely: "So your target is indeed the Whispering Sect. Did you have a previous relationship with them? Or do you simply want to cause trouble for them? Or are you interested in the power of the evil god? Tsk, finally. One seems unlikely, otherwise it would be faster to eliminate the Marshall family and then search for the corpses than to cooperate with them~"
"Who knows, let's go, I'm done"
Mo Tan stretched his body lazily, then stood up and walked outside the tavern. When he passed the counter, he reached out his arm and grabbed a handful from the money box when the boss turned around, and showed it directly to the two thieves at the next table. Confused.
Five minutes later, the two of them appeared on the empty avenue in the West District of Mercury City, strolling leisurely.
“The next time you leave Salamoon, the bet will be renewed.”
Futaba glanced at Mo Tan, who was humming quietly, and took the lead in breaking the silence.
“Okay, I’m pretty busy here.”
Mo Tan played with the lute he picked up from the Wanderer Hotel when he entered the city (it was inside at the time) (people are still under the influence of Whispering), smacked his lips: "My curiosity about the Whispering Sect has been satisfied for the time being, and I will leave after I go back and say hello to Xiu." Futaba glanced at him, playfully He smiled and said: "Take Lesa and Fanye with you?"
"Yes, why not?"
Mo Tan shrugged, waved his hand and said: "Don't ask about anything else. Even if we get back to our best, we are still in a truce period after all. We can just talk about some non-nutritious things before we break up."
"Okay, let's talk about the unnutritious part. Although Buffy Marshall is dead, it was not the hands of my mentor. Her head was robbed. Do you have any information to share in this regard?"< br>
Futaba really took it easy and did not continue. This had become a daily 'exploratory conversation' between the two of them, and they casually changed the subject.
[I am afraid that not all the ministers of the Dawn Sect are good at this.]
Mo Tan laughed dryly in his heart, and then put on an extremely innocent face: "Where do I have it? What kind of information can be shared? I leaked Buffy’s whereabouts to you and I stopped taking care of it.”
"That Sylvia is really unlucky to meet you."
Futaba covered her mouth and laughed happily: "You also helped me a favor by the way, if she hadn't listened to you It is recommended that the news be sent back in advance so that Buffy can escape before the large army moves in. Things may become troublesome. All in all, this is a thank you. "
"Sincerely? "
"Sincerely, you bitch, can you stop always looking for trouble for me! You have to come up with something super every time, right?"
Futaba turned around like he was flipping through a book. He raised his hand and blurred the fireball on Mo Tan's face that was almost heated to the boiling point. He said angrily: "It was the same when I played other people's backup servers a few times before. Can I change my bad habit?" ?”
Mo Tanxu raised his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you the same person?"
"I'm used to it!"
"Where is your face?"
"When the inner heightening pad It’s in your shoes!”
“You usually walk on stilts when you go out?”
"No."
"By the way, does that old guy from Clairvaux know about his big kid jumping on the street?"
Mo Tan did not continue to choke Futaba, but his face remained as usual. Di seamlessly turned the topic to political affairs: "The system and pattern of the Violet Empire for thousands of years have gradually begun to collapse. If His Majesty the Emperor can cooperate at this moment, If the cooperation breaks down, the resistance of our second prince should be much smaller."
Futaba shook his head and said casually: "It shouldn't be yet, and what can he do even if he knows. Like? It’s just a son who died. What a big deal.”
“It makes sense, after all, there is another one.”
Mo Tan also nodded in agreement, and then laughed playfully: "Speaking of which, Crystal Wolf and Dantes have completely sided with Xiu, but the remaining five families are not easy to deal with, although they will not be against Xiu. I didn't have any opinions on taking over as the emperor of the empire, but after being integrated 'It's hard to say on this matter. Not to mention Fernan's weird family, even if it is Fire Claw, Grand Duke Rhino may not be willing to let the Violet family dominate and become a veritable ruler of this empire."
Futaba shrugged indifferently: "Intentional What's the use of seeing each other? In my opinion, even if all these grand dukes are packed up, they may not be able to play the game of Xubresn. Whether they obey or resist, it's just a matter of time."
< br>“That’s why I invest in advance~”
Mo Tan snapped his fingers, with an evil look on his slightly raised lips: "The future of this decadent empire is worth looking forward to."
"Compared to this empire, you'd better be Let’s look forward to our future first.”
Futaba narrowed her eyes slightly and said quietly: "I'm not going to brag, at your current level, I can crush three of them to death with one hand."
Mo Tan curled his lips: "No. Please worry, it’s definitely easier for me to improve my strength than it is for you to improve your height. Wash and dry. Just keep your pants clean and wait.”
Then
There was nothing more. After the previous discussion about strength or the exchange of harsh words, Mo Tan and Futaba suddenly There was an eerie silence, and the situation became a little awkward.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that the two people who had wandered to Central Street suddenly sighed at the same time and exclaimed in unison: “It’s really boring to have a serious chat.”
Then he lowered his head at the same time, rolled his eyes, and looked disgusted.
Because of Mo Tan's words before, 'just talk about useless things', they were very careful when they spoke just now and did not engage in any overt or covert testing or misleading behavior. As a result, they just stayed together for just half a day. Less than an hour later, the two of them started to get bored.
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 chatting about unnutritious topics, maybe they are both unhappy under other circumstances. There are a lot of words to say, a lot of drama to act, and a lot of people to trick, but when facing each other, asking Mo Tan and Futaba to exercise restraint will only make them feel bored and uninterested.
"It is said that after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together, and a thousand years of cultivation, we can synchronize our minds~"
Mo Tan smiled dryly and said as if he had nothing to say: "Maybe I have slept with you for several lifetimes. ”
Futaba tugged at the corner of his mouth, yawned in disinterest, and then turned around and walked directly in the direction of the Mages Guild: "It's boring, I'm going back."
"See you later."
< br>Mo Tan smacked his lips, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction of Futaba, with a very depressed expression.
In a sense, Violet's game has come to an end. Perhaps there will be more turbulent situations than now in the near future, but for Mo Tan and Futaba, their playing time has ended. Well, as for the next players and trends in this game, it has little to do with them.
Although they are all lunatics and fanatics in a certain sense, the 'garbage time' before the end of each game will make them feel extremely bored,
Until the next game starts.
Chapter 563: The End
(End of this chapter)