Quadruple split

"All right."

Mo Tan casually put away his jury certificate and smiled politely at the well-dressed, feminine, gentle, and harmless man in front of him: "It's an honor to meet you, Priest Lamoroch. Hear the famous name."

Although he didn't have any ill feelings towards the man who was hidden after leading the battle with the Griffin Dynasty on the border, Mo Tan did not go out of his way to deny Lamorlock's words, "It seems that my name was not given to you." What kind of good impression does it leave? After all, although it is just hearsay, and the information obtained from Jun Wu is relatively one-sided, Mo Tan, who can be regarded as a 'chess player' now, is really a little unkind to this colleague with a rather friendly temperament. stand up.

In fact, even a few minutes before he knew Lamorlock's identity, Mo Tan, who was kindly guided by others, did not have the slightest fondness for the person in front of him.

Although it was just a vague, illusory, or simply unfounded feeling, Mo Tan always felt that there was something extremely unsettling hidden under this man's always smiling face.

"Haha, you are such a keen person, Pastor Heifan, but it doesn't matter, I'm used to being hated by all kinds of people."

Lamorlock did not miss Mo Tan's subtle sense of alienation. He chuckled and waved his hand to Mo Tan, who quickly opened his mouth to speak: "Don't care, don't care. This is a normal thing. I won't hide it. I have discovered from a long time ago that there are certain flaws in my character...or an 'abnormality', and when I choose to accept that 'abnormality', I am also prepared to bear the corresponding price."

Mo Tan couldn't continue for a while. He was speechless for a few seconds before shaking his head and saying nonsense: "You are serious, Priest Lamolock."

"Haha, as expected, you are the kind of person who likes to avoid the most important things before having to do so."

Lamorlock narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Is it because you are afraid of trouble? Or are you unwilling to bear the pressure that makes your blood pressure soar?"

Accurate, sharp and to the point.

"There's absolutely no way to refute it."

Mo Tan scratched his forehead and said a little awkwardly: "Maybe I am such a person, please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive or not. After all, I don't care about my clients who don't have a very good reputation. Really, Pastor Hei Fan, I think it's completely normal for you not to like me."

Lamorlock smiled casually and shrugged: "I have just said that most people tend to lose something after being given something, such as my compassion, such as your sense of direction. This is not If there is anything that needs to be avoided, I would rather say, I hope you can tell me what you think of me, after all, in a sense, we still have a lot of similarities."

[But I don’t think I have any similarities with you at all...]

Mo Tan, who didn't want to talk too much, muttered in his heart, but now that the first round of the individual competition had ended and the team competition had not yet begun, he really couldn't find any reason to end this chat immediately, so he just Noh replied not very seriously: "I just want to do what I can do well. And although the plague in Misha County is terrible, the opponent is just a monster with no brains and no strength to wait for the table. In the end, The victory is actually a credit to everyone.”

"Maybe~"

Lamorlock smiled lightly, then raised his eyebrows and said: "But in the battle on the Holy Mountain Sumir, the enemies you faced were not mindless monsters, but a group of organized, disciplined, and overall strength. A pretty good cultist, and from what I've heard, you're even better at 'fighting' than when you're fighting those mindless monsters."

【! ? 】

Mo Tan was immediately shocked and quickly waved his hands to deny: "No, no, no, I think you must have misunderstood, Priest Lamolock. Although I did participate in the Northern Expedition as an army chaplain, I defeated those cultists and the like. This has nothing to do with me..."

"It doesn't matter at all?"

The corners of Lamorlock's mouth raised slightly, his eyes full of teasing, which were narrowed into crescent moons most of the time, slightly opened, and he asked leisurely: "Is this really the case? Priest Black Van."

Under the gaze of the other party, who had no courage at all and could even be said to be lazy, Mo Tan did not have time to deny it to the end without thinking. Instead, he fell into silence because of some intuition.

The explanation of this 'intuition' is not complicated. Simply put, although there is no basis for it, Mo Tan just feels that the Priest Lamorlock from the Dreamland Theocracy delegation beside him knows that he is the one who was there not long ago. In the northern part of the continent, he led the Sumerians of the Holy Mountain to defeat the commanders of the Whispering Cultists.

In front of Lamorlock's eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, Mo Tan could not utter any of the large number of words he had prepared long ago and could effectively deal with various scenarios.

[It’s useless, he already knows it, although he doesn’t know how he knows it. 】

Looking away from Lamorlock's eyes, Mo Tan sighed deeply in his heart.

[What a pair of terrifying eyes. 】

He concluded.

But Mo Tan didn't know that not long ago, when he was on the main peak of Sumir, he stood with his hands behind his hands in front of the sand table in the war hall, looking down at the complicated battle situation in front of him, and in just a few hours he guessed that Lucius and When Eden was thinking about his battle ideas, his eyes looked exactly like the one next to him, the chief priest of the Dream Sect who was born in the Southwest Continent.

"Relax, little fella."

Lamorlock seemed to have guessed Mo Tan's rebuttal, and also guessed the latter's silence at the moment. The expression on his face was calm and calm: "I am not the kind of leaker who will be disliked, so if you don't Worried about me leaking this kind of thing.”

Mo Tanqian laughed, put his hands behind his head feebly, and turned to Lamollock with his palms on his head: "So how do you know, Priest Lamollock, you know that there is no such thing on my jury certificate. It has the words 'Black Brahma who defeated the cultists on the holy mountain Sumir'."

"Because I'm a cultist too."

Lamorlock's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes looking at Mo Tan's face were filled with sharp and cold murderous intent: "Although they are not the same batch of garbage as the ones you killed, we still got the battle report as soon as possible."

Mo Tan's whole body went numb at that moment, and he almost fell off the chair.

The suffocatingly cold atmosphere lasted for a full five seconds, and then...

"Pfft, hahahahahahaha~"

Lamorlock suddenly held his stomach and laughed. The coldness in his eyes and the murderous expression disappeared instantly like ice and snow melting. While laughing, he waved his hands to Mo Tan and said: " You won’t...Hahaha, you won’t take it seriously, right? Hahahaha, am I really that bad of a person?”

Mo Tan twitched the corners of his lips, and finally nodded, saying dryly: "Yes, they are quite similar."

"Haha, okay, okay, I really can't refute this. After all, I have a very weak view of good and evil."

Lamorlock finally suppressed the laughter that was almost as loud as Ji Xiaoge's, exaggeratedly wiped the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes, turned to Mo Tan and said with his hands: "But I am also a serious believer of the Dream Goddess. Although You haven’t been a member of the religion for a long time, but you can still be considered a favored person by God, and you haven’t fallen into the company of those cultists who can’t be tolerated by any serious god, right?”

Mo Tan, who didn't find it funny at all, but was shocked by the knot, breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "So, Priest Lamolock, how on earth did you know that I helped Sumir? of?"

"Because I was very interested in you after receiving the news from Misha County, so I have been asking my colleagues who are active in the Northeast Continent to help pay attention to the news about you, and I also learned about the incident through some special channels. Full battle report of the battle.”

Lamorlock grinned at Mo Tan and said calmly: "After that, although I didn't get any more news from you, because the evil god and its followers are the enemies of all the good gods, even we in the Southwest Continent We also received contact, and even organized a small but reasonably equipped support force with the Kaguya Sect, which was also in the southwest. They planned to take the waterway from Palmyra Port to the north for support. As a result, Less than half a day after the ship that the support team was on left the port, news of the recovery of all Sumir territory was received."

He made a helpless expression, crossed his legs and shook his head: "So many preparations, all in vain."

Mo Tan nodded slightly and continued to ask Lamorlock, who obviously had not finished his words: "What then?"

"Then comes the highlight. Maybe because the higher-ups pay more attention to me, our Pope specially helped me get the detailed battle report about Sumir's battle, and those people who I asked to pay attention to you also sent the Black Vatican The priest went on an expedition with the Northern Expeditionary Army and was attacked by cultists shortly after arriving in Sumir. Although he survived by chance, he was still seriously injured. He was recuperating on the main peak of Sumir until the end of the war."

Mo Tan frowned and continued to ask: "Then what? Priest Lamoroch."

"No more, my friend."

Lamorok, who took it upon himself to become Mo Tan's friend, shook his head and said with a half-smile: "I just compared the two battle reports a little, and I can almost confirm that the commander on the side of the Holy Mountain Sumir in the northern battle Ninety-nine percent of the time he is the same person as the Black Van Priest who curbed the plague in Misha County."

Mo Tan: "...?"

"It seems you are not aware enough yet."

Lamorlock pushed up his glasses and said lightly: "In fact, at least in my opinion, when you, the Black Van Priest, are commanding battles, your personal style is quite obvious. To put it simply, if one day we are on the battlefield It’s the type that will definitely give me a headache if I encounter it.”

Mo Tan laughed twice and asked with a blank look on his face: "Is it that obvious?"

"Even if you are not very interested, I still hope that you can study more in those fields where you can make full use of your talents, otherwise it will be too wasteful."

Lamorlock lightly gave Mo Tan a specious suggestion, then stood up and patted the latter's shoulder gently: "Then, I'll sit somewhere else, so you can feel more relaxed."

After that, without waiting for Mo Tan to react, he walked out of the corner with brisk steps and strolled to the first row where there were a lot of people. He was familiar with several Mo Tan and was completely different. We chatted with the jury members we knew.

[What is the situation with this person? 】

Mo Tan stared at Lamorlock's back in confusion. After a while, he shook his head and looked away from the man who was obviously very friendly and gentle in appearance, but still made him feel very uncomfortable. Start to close your upper eyes and relax.

If nothing else, Futaba will not be able to escape from Diana until at least evening today, so unless Ito sends an emergency signal, based on the current positions of the two characters 'Black Van' and 'Mo', even if it is slightly Laziness doesn't matter at all, after all, neither party has anyone close to them nearby.

"That's great~"

Mo Tan, who had nothing to do because of the intermission, leaned lazily on the back of his chair, enjoying the rare comfort and muttered in a low voice: "It would be great if I could always be so leisurely..."

There are no breaks and no pressure. Even though he has to start concentrating again after the team competition starts, this moment of tranquility still seriously corrupts Mo Tan, who is quite salty at this moment. Coupled with the warm feeling after the morning, it is not the same. The not-so-scorching sunshine almost made his skin crawl.

…

at the same time

While Mo Tan was enjoying a rare leisurely sunbathing, an uninvited guest quietly appeared on the third underground floor of the small court in the outer city of the City of Light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! !

In front of Detention Room No. 13, a slender figure wearing a robe of a low-level priest of the Sun Sect and a hood was standing outside the secret gold fence where divine power was flowing, looking carefully at the man who had been there for who knows how long. The humanoid creature tried to rush out and kept hitting the fence.

No sanity, no thinking, no intelligence, no instinct.

In his eyes, that existence was almost an empty shell, worse than a beast, but it was full of undisguised hostility.

It's not hostility toward oneself, or even subjective existence.

It is the humanoid creature that has the same appearance as the Black Van Priest, and its existence itself represents some kind of unspeakable malice.

It's just that there are very few people who can sense this 'malice', or almost non-existent. Although any paladin with an intermediate strength or above can subdue this 'monster' in front of him, if you want to feel it for yourself To understand what it indicates and represents, at least someone like me, who can vaguely touch the threshold of mythology, can do so.

"It's really troublesome."

Sighing in a low voice, he looked at the crazy figure behind the fence with complicated eyes. The uninvited guest murmured in some trouble: "He is really... a troublesome guy."

The next second, a clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded from behind, making Luke Tiffero feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar——

"Well, are you talking about yourself?"

Chapter 1073: End