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Chapter 513 Life Mentor
Monte City, tribute to the bar.

This building made of World Tree roots and high-density sandstone is currently one of the areas where mercenaries gather most densely in Montau City.Compared with the various bars in Yezhou, it looks rather simple. The biggest difference is that its building materials are composed of the World Tree body and Turing-improved high-density pressed sandstone.

The spine-like structure that belongs to the roots of the World Tree has a taste of alien spaceships in sci-fi movies, accounting for 60.00% of dark sandstone, plus desert plants and various embellishments, as well as the influence of the World Tree sect in Montau City. The religious color of this bar is also unique in appearance.

The second basement level is an area that can only be entered by official members of World Tree, and the basement level is a privileged area for non-staff personnel.The first and second floors of the surface belong to most of the non-staff members and mobile mercenaries.Of course, there are also many locals who want to live here.

The silicon ground state wormhole opened a door for Turing, and his figure appeared on the second underground floor.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, which is considered a rest time for some people.Some of the aspirants who have no missions have already put away their masks and sat at the bar counter or small tables. The World Tree with powerful construction capabilities can provide them with a relatively comfortable environment, and it is also a place where not many people can relax in Montau City.

After seeing Turing's figure appear, everyone on the second basement floor stood up together and froze in place for an instant.

Many promotions who like to come to the bar are characters who have just become full members. Compared with the more solemn underground base, this is the place where they can really relax.And these members are not suitable for the battlefield for the time being, but are doing other military work inside and outside Mengtuo City according to the promotion mechanism formulated by Youyu. Most of them have only seen Qianmian once or twice, and Qianmian appeared in the bar , It is something that they dare not even think about.

By the way, Turing used the image of Firefox Nate most of the time, but the official members who entered the World Tree knew that it was by no means his real face, and they dared not neglect that strange and young face a cent.

"Mr. Thousand...Mr. Thousand Faces..."

A darker-skinned Ascendant worked up his courage and said hello.Turing had a panoramic view of all this, nodded at the newcomer, and walked to the bar in silence.

It means: you play your game.

Only when Turing sat down in front of the bar did the other promoted dare to sit down, but their voices sank several decibels.

For them, the leader of an organization who can win a piece of territory in a corporate war is an awesome and terrifying existence, and the person sitting in the leader's position is born with a sense of mystery, which attracts a lot of attention .

Sitting in front of the bar, Turing didn't see Kahn's figure, and he should still be busy in her small wine room.Turing put his hands on the bar and waited patiently after a notification with the amplitude communication.

The roots of the world tree brought a strong sound insulation effect, and the music was automatically adjusted to be more soothing by the system that manages this layer, but Turing sighed in his heart.

With the initial growth of the organization, he seems to be less and less suitable to appear on such occasions, and he usually has a follower to serve him when he appears, just like the few times Sachs came to the Big Bird Bar in the past.This seems to be the fixed image of the superior, and it is also the demand of the superior.The subordinates also believe that the mysterious and powerful leader must be this image, and the image of the leader affects management to a certain extent.The image without cards will affect the awe of subordinates.The image covering is carried on the back like this.

Turing had attended Dad's dinner party when he was in middle school, and the formalist authority left a deep impression on him, but he still didn't understand the word.

Perhaps it was the comfortable environment of the bar that made Turing start to wander. When he came back to his senses, the charming and lazy face of the Fars green haired monster had appeared in front of his eyes.

"What are you thinking, so focused?"

Countless visions focused on Turing quickly shifted with Kahn's arrival.

They know that this woman is the leader of the Wilson Company, and they also know that she is inextricably linked with the senior management of World Tree. Maybe they like to glance at Kahn when he appears in the bar, but it is not a concept that Qianmian and this woman appear at the same time. same.

To put it bluntly: put your eyeballs clean, put away your curious and rude gaze, this may be the eldest brother's woman.

"I'm thinking of Heiling District."

The turquoise eyes narrowed slightly, and Kahn lowered his head and took out two wine glasses from the side, and lightly tapped between Turing and himself with his green fingers:

"Grandpa's bar, it's been a while since I went back."

Turing wanted to stop Kahn's movement, because he didn't come for a drink, but had business to do, but Kahn seemed to see something, and squeezed his wrist:

"It's ten o'clock in the evening. Although it's a war night, you should relax properly."

The slightly tensed hand muscles gradually relaxed, and Turing sank his wrists on the bar, watching the other party flip up and down to make a glass of cocktail for himself, and put a slice of lemon with water droplets on it.

"Where did it come from?"

"There are a lot of good things in the bears' supplies, but for wine, most of them only have vodka, but it's still a special feature."

Kahn raised his wine glass with a slight smile, and looked at Turing for a sip.

"homesick?"

Turing put down his glass and shook his head:
"It's just that I thought of another bar from one bar, and thought of the previous things. Sometimes I look back and I've come to this step without knowing it. I'm quite surprised."

Kahn silently looked at Turing's face that didn't belong to him, and smiled slightly:
"You must be very tired."

"You know my physique. Excluding continuous high-intensity combat for more than 24 hours, it is almost impossible for me to get tired..."

"Which aspect of high-intensity combat?" Kahn narrowed his eyes, and the pair of turquoise eyes reflected the dim light in the room, like shining gems, with a hint of seductiveness in the corner of his eyes.

Turing calmly sipped his wine glass:

"Old Si Ji."

Ever since he got to know Kahn, the green hair's bad nature of teasing others has never weakened.But Kahn quickly put away his smile, and gently covered the back of Turing's hand with his soft palm:
"You do not know what I mean."

Turing was puzzled, but Kahn asked him a question:
"Mr. Qianmian, do you know what my favorite thing is?"

"liquor."

Turing gave the answer without thinking.

Carbon-changing brought alcoholism to Kahn and obsessive-compulsive disorder to Turing, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder had little effect on him after the events of the central exhibition.As for Kahn, Turing knew that her love of wine was not as simple as alcoholism.

Lumao's interest in wine is not the tasting and attention to wine, she is more like a painter.Turing only drank Kahn's cocktails, and almost never drank wine from other bartenders, but for Kahn, bartending was like a painter painting.It's just that the canvas was replaced by a wine glass, and the paint was replaced by wine liquid and various concoctions.

She is keen to explore different combinations of taste, color, perception, inject her own thinking, and then invite others to taste.

For her, this is not purely a neurological problem caused by a carbon transformation, but more like her personal hobby, loving but not fanatical, studying but not obsessed.It's more like inserting a relaxing tune in her life to keep her happy and independent.

But Kahn asked Turing again:

"If so what do you like?"

Turing opened his mouth and couldn't find the answer in the logic box, but he still selected a column to give the answer:
"Research, knowledge."

The green hair suddenly laughed:

"I don't think it's your hobby, but mine."

Turing twitched the corner of his mouth immediately, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Although the discussion of genetics with Kahn was very pleasant, but the breath that hit his face gave him a taste of earthy love talk.But in a blink of an eye, Lumao said seriously:

"Since you took root in Montau City, your life has remained the same. Research, official duties, battles, marches... maybe a torture is added. I really can't think of any other way for you to relax besides sleep. Thousand Faces Sir, this is not life."

"But it's a time of war, and I'm not qualified to relax and enjoy myself."

"Then what about when you were in Yezhou? A model worker among the mercenaries?" Kahn took a sip of his wine.

Turing thought for a while: "You are right, but I didn't have a chance to rest at that time."

"Then when are you going to wait? After eternal life?"

Turing really couldn't answer, but he has reasons:
"With my current body functions, apart from eating and sleeping, it is more than enough to devote all my time to scientific research and organization, and there will be no problems..."

"That's the thinking that robots or tool people have." Kahn frowned, "Even on the battlefield, marching soldiers will sit around the campfire to chat, drink, and even sing to relieve stress, so that their tense souls can get relief. That moment of peace. Turing, has your soul ever been at peace?"

Kahn suppressed Turing's real name in the subtle noise of the bar, and passed it to his ears accurately, like a question, but also like a comfort.

Peace of soul... seldom did Turing have.

Whether it is Yezhou, a city that makes him feel suffocated, or Banga, which is full of dangers, all directions are threatening, and the big country behind it controls the direction of the whole world. He is like a stone, and he will be crushed if he is not careful. broken.Adding those unknown puzzles, insect nests, and trains, how did he come up with the term "peaceful"?

At this time, Kahn picked up his wine glass and looked to one side. There was nothing but a trace of the past in the place where his eyes were looking:

"Master Qianmian, you are not without a way out. If Mickton destroys the Northwest, you can completely abandon all this and leave me and retreat, because the knowledge is always in your mind, and no one can take it away. .Everything lost can be regained, so..."

"What's wrong with you today, do you want to teach me how to 'live' so much?" Turing laughed dumbly, but Kahn's face suddenly turned around and met his gaze:
"No, I want you to stop being such a machine."

The air seemed to freeze so much.

The soothing music seemed to go away, leaving only the complex colors flickering in Kahn's bright eyes, and those drawn emotions wrapped Turing gently, giving him an unknown impulse.This forced him to lower his head and cover the lower half of his face covered by the hologram with his palm.

There was a gentle touch of the fingertips in the palm of the hand, Turing took a breath between his fingers, and raised his head again:
"Why do you have such a judgment?"

His voice was a little trembling, maybe it was the green hair's oblique concern hitting a weak spot, or maybe it was because he wanted to restrain his impulse so that he wouldn't immediately get up and hug this plump and flexible body.

And Kahn just smiled:
"You've never had a real smile."

The slightly tense body slowly relaxed, and Turing's expression returned to normal, and he sealed his soul back into the body.

Kahn was right.

The oppression of the outside world and the pursuit of knowledge kept him moving forward.Turing's mind filtered the shadow of the past, and he suddenly discovered that not only did he have no hobbies, but even few friends.

At the moment in Bangka, the closest person around him is the green hair in front of him.

With a lot of profit-seeking methods, it seems that what he really got is green hair.Even if he abandons and improves the core processor in the past, he loses his mechanical thinking, but he still keeps moving forward like a machine, and the part that belongs to humans keeps falling off along with the pace.

And this kind of change can only be seen by people with close relationships, and perhaps a delicate thought must be added.

Under the constant pressure, Turing seemed to have gradually forgotten himself, and even a little bit forgot what it felt like to be truly alive. Opponents, twists and turns, and that endless finish line.And all the cheers and scenery along the way were left behind by him, or stored in the sub-brain compiler, looking for all the ways to defeat the opponent, beat the track, and finally reach the finish line frame by frame.

Finally he chuckled and let out a low laugh.

"You're right, I almost forgot that I'm human too."

It seems that in the past, before he put on the mask and became a gray fox, he was also a college student social animal who worked continuously in the small company where he was an intern. .

Dang~
The clear sound of the wine glasses colliding awakened Turing from his mind. Kahn held the wine glass, put one hand on the bar, tilted his head lazily, and showed a familiar playful look, and moved to Turing's ear:

"Congratulations to Mr. Qianmian for mentioning a life mentor. My sister's arms are always open to you, and you are always welcome to act like a baby..."

"climb."

Turing grinned, put two fingers on Kahn's shoulders and pushed her back, and drank the liquid in the glass:

"Thank you for the reminder, Ms. Wilson, these ten minutes have been relaxing enough, but because I chatted with you for too long, Vladimir upstairs has already left, and now I have to call him back again. "

Hearing this, Lumao immediately raised his brows:
"Why do I feel like I just said a bunch of nonsense?"

"No." Turing put down his glass and stood up. "I do have business tonight. The plan I told you before can start."

Kahn was taken aback for a moment, and then said seriously: "Because of the roaring machine? When will it start?"

"Wait until I finish talking with Vladimir." Turing's expression gradually calmed down, "As for Crohn, the people from Misty Light Company are still in Montau City, and they can be used. But I'm afraid I can't help it. Headed east in person."

"Okay, I'll get my people ready right away."

Kahn got up, and was about to go to the small door at the back to leave from the roots of the silicon ground state, but after taking two steps, she turned back and looked at Turing:

"Don't forget what I just said. I don't want to wake up one day, and the big living person lying next to me turns into a lump of 'frozen steel'...Of course, it's just a metaphor."

Turing shrugged.

Farewell to Kahn, and went up to the first floor of the bar, but Turing stopped on the unmanned stairs, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if recalling the throbbing just now, and felt a little annoyed that this place is not more private space.

"At least, my mood swings are normal. I'm not a machine."

Opening his eyes, Turing stepped up the stairs.

Coming to the first floor of the bar, Turing called Vladimir back who had just left the bar not long ago, and informed him of a new cooperation plan.

(End of this chapter)