Quadruple split

Game time PM21:59

Northwest continent, eastern border of Toril city-state, Beaver Town, next to the Beaver River

"Mo~"

"..."

"Mo~~"

"..."

"ink!!!"

"ah!"

A second later, Mo, who was lying on the grass by the river, suddenly woke up from his slumber. He was startled by the cat-man thief who was pressing his shoulder, and subconsciously let out a exclamation.

"You guys, why did you come here to sleep when you had nothing to do? You're going to make me look for a while."

After lightly hammering Mo's shoulder, Aramis, the leader of the 'Fire Adventurer Team', who was wearing a black leather armor that almost blended into the night, raised his eyebrows, a pair of light red vertical pupils filled with tears. Curious: "Where can I put it here to absorb the essence of the sun and moon?"

Sitting up a little sluggishly, Mo raised his right hand that was a little numb from his own pillow. While gently pressing his forehead, he smiled bitterly at Aramis and said, "Didn't I drink two more glasses before? I just wanted to I just came out to have some fresh air to wake up my head, but I seemed to have accidentally fallen asleep.”

"Wine is not a good thing."

Aramis, who had consumed at least three times more alcohol than Mo a few hours ago, curled his lips, sat down next to Mo, and glanced sideways at the latter: "So, are you sober now?"

"I feel worse. My head hurts so much."

Mo shook his head vigorously, trying unsuccessfully to get rid of the dizziness in his head. He sighed deeply, shrugged and said, "It's like being hammered over twenty times by a berserker through his helmet."

Aramis chuckled, and casually took out a bottle filled with two-thirds of the transparent liquid from his 'pocket', and stuffed it into Mo's arms: "Take two sips, it should make you feel better."

"What's this?"

Mo, who had long been accustomed to his new friends being able to take out all kinds of gadgets from their palm-sized pockets, casually pulled out the cork, raised the bottle to his mouth without any doubt, and asked casually.

It was not that he was defenseless, but he knew very well that Aramis had no reason to harm him, and the basis for this inference was something that even Mo himself could not explain clearly, but it had never let him down. intuition.

Mo trusted his instincts.

And then...he immediately paid a heavy price for this trust.

"Ahem!!!"

Before Aramis could answer, he took a sip of the bottle of ink under the smiling gaze of the former, only to feel his eyes darken, as if a flame exploded in his throat and stomach, and burned directly in the next moment. When it reached his head, an earthquake with an intensity of at least level 9 was triggered. His whole body fell directly to the ground as if he had been hit hard, and he curled up into a trembling comma.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Steadyly catching the bottle that slipped from Mo's hand, Aramis laughed wildly, then stood up from the ground, pointed at Mo who was lying on the ground and struggled, and grinned sinisterly. The light red vertical pupils were playful and sharp: "You are careless, boy, you are really too careless. Do you feel uncomfortable now? Do you feel hot all over? Do you feel weak in your limbs? Do you feel confused? Do you feel that your whole body is not good? Already?"

"Uh-huh——"

Although he could vaguely hear the other party's words, at this moment, as Aramis said, Mo Tan was so confused that he couldn't even think normally, so he couldn't express any opinions on it for a while.

"Always be vigilant, man, people's hearts are quite sinister."

Slowly walking to Mo's side, Aramis knelt down triumphantly, patted the former's cheek, and sneered: "Damn it, I struggled for several days and couldn't get that woman to join my team, but in the end She ended up joining the group just because of you. My heart hurts so much that I almost suffocated. Even though we don’t have much luck with women, isn’t this ridiculously different treatment a bit too much? You do Are you going to comment?"

"you……"

Mo struggled to raise his face, which was white with red and red with black, and stared at Aramis with difficulty and asked: "What on earth... did you... give me... uh... what did you drink?!"

"Tsk, tsk, so you, a guy like you who can't even see the item panel, is at a disadvantage. Obviously, if you can see the information, you can react immediately."

Aramis smiled slyly, gently shook the bottle in his hand, and said leisurely: "This is the [Life of Life] that Porthos guy spent more than half a month studying potion and alchemy, and spent a whole week preparing it." Water] Ah, haha, how about it? Isn’t the name super nice? As soon as you hear it, you will know that this thing is non-toxic, harmless, green, environmentally friendly and a new healthy concept~"

Plop!

Mo, who tried to stand up, stumbled and fell back to the ground. He covered his chest and gasped, "What is the... water of life..."

"Stop struggling. Since you were careless and said this thing for a while, you didn't want to stand up for a while. Hehe, it's better to say that you can talk to me like this. It's already a very good performance. Young man, resist. You're very sexy, I'm really impressed by you."

Aramis whistled frivolously, and after admiring the struggling figure of his 'companion' in front of him for a while, he smiled and said: "As for the so-called [Water of Life], it is actually not something very technical. , to put it simply...hehe."

He casually placed the bottle of liquid called Water of Life on the ground, then pulled out the two daggers from his waist with a 'swish' sound, and looked maliciously at Mo, who seemed to have no strength to even struggle...

Boom boom boom!

Several sharp afterimages flashed by, and the two daggers clashed crazily in mid-air, bursting out a string of tiny, dotted sparks!

And just when one of the sparks splashed onto the mouth of the bottle of strange liquid——

Mo, who fell to the ground, was shocked to find that the bottle of [Water of Life] that he had just taken a sip from and was almost useless actually ignited!

It's on fire! Lit up in the physical sense! ! !

"It has been repeatedly distilled more than 90 times, has an alcohol content of more than 96°, is flammable but not explosive, and is considered excessive even if it is used for disinfection. It is this wonderful bottle of eaux-de-vie."

Aramis put away the dagger and said to Mo with a smile: "Hangovers like yours are actually quite common. Just drink some wine to clear it up. Although the water of life cannot be used directly in theory, You can drink it, but you have mid-level strength after all, and nothing will happen if you take just one or two sips. Don’t worry, Bodos and I have tried it before. Although it does feel a bit harsh in terms of physical sensation, and there are still so many stacks. Ten levels of dizziness, nausea, and other negative states, but you still won’t lose blood. How about it, is it a little better?”

Mo reacted for a while, then forced his limbs, which he could barely feel, to slowly get up from the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched and he asked: "So the reason why you gave me this water of life to drink is actually..."

"Let you sober up."

Aramis answered without thinking, shrugged and said: "But your kid's vigilance is too bad. Before I had time to explain, I just choked out a fifth of it. Good guy, even that beast Porthos didn't care. How dare you drink like this.”

ink:"……"

"Be careful."

Aramis smacked his lips and patted Mo's shoulder hard: "If it were someone else with bad intentions, it wouldn't be so easy to kill you when you are so virtuous."

Mo shook his head and gave a dry smile that looked like he might die at any moment: "The reason why I drink is because I know you won't harm me."

"Hey, what you said means it won't hurt you, so it's safe?"

Aramis waved his hand and said earnestly: "Think about it, if any of the sisters are interested in your boy, they will not have any ill intentions, but will give you a few strong drinks with the great feeling of passing on the family line. , and then I ruined it for you when your kid had no resistance, what should I do?"

ink:"……"

Aramis continued without hesitation: "Besides, that's all if she's a beauty. What if you get up the next day and find yourself lying next to someone who looks like Porthos wearing a wig..."

"stop!"

With a pale face, Mo interrupted Aramis's vivid description, gritted his teeth and said: "Please, please don't say any more, I already fully understand what you mean!"

"Well, it's good to understand~"

Aramis nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out comfortably: "So, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"Dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and wanting to sleep."

Mo was blunt.

"Haha, it's only less than ten o'clock. There's plenty of time for you to sleep."

Aramis didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. He chuckled and sighed: "Including the fisherman, we finally have five people. After completing the registration tomorrow, we can take on the mission as an adventurer team. ”

Mo nodded and said with a smile: "Congratulations."

"Congratulations, I make you sound like an outsider."

Aramis glanced at Mo and hummed: "Let me tell you, although we can take on team missions, Wu Nian and Yu Shang cannot fight. The real combat power of the team is still you, me and Portos. Yes, the pressure will be great, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Mo, who had already considered this matter, smiled, nodded and said, "Well, I'm still mentally prepared."

"Tsk, tut, just being mentally prepared is not enough."

Aramis scratched his cheek, then stood up suddenly, pulled out the pair of sharp daggers from his waist again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Come, let's practice."

"ah?"

Mo was immediately stunned and asked subconsciously: "What are you practicing for?"

"Nonsense, of course let's compare notes."

Aramis rolled his eyes and complained, "How else can we practice skipping rope or hula hoop?"

"To put it simply, Aramis, the reason why you want to 'practice' with me..."

Mo smiled bitterly, stood up, and put his hand on the long sword on his waist: "I am planning to thoroughly understand my strength, and then conduct an analysis based on the levels of the three of us, so that it can be convenient for a while. Do you want to accept tasks more rigorously?"

"Haha, it seems that you have completely sobered up. The Fruit of Life is indeed a good thing."

Aramis grinned and nodded: "Yes, as I said just now, the mission of the adventurer team is different from the little bits and pieces we have been working on in the past two days. With only three-fifths of the theoretical combat strength, , the combat power is actually quite tight, although I personally think the three of us are pretty tough, but just in case, there is no harm in getting to know each other better."

Mo nodded in agreement, and then asked: "In that case, do you want to ask Bodos to come too?"

"I originally thought so too, but he went to do his own business. I heard there was some trouble at the work unit."

Aramis spread his hands and made a helpless expression: "So I can only tell him later. Don't worry, don't look at me like this. My ability to express and describe is quite strong. Oh, by the way, do you want to go first?" Warm up and completely digest the alcohol in your body? Although I don't mind taking advantage of you, it would be bad if it causes a misjudgment."

"That's it. Although I'm still a little dizzy, I think I can still perform at a normal level."

In fact, Mo, who was not completely awake, shook his head, pulled out the long sword from his waist with his backhand, and showed an extremely confident smile driven by alcohol: "Let's get started."

"good."

Aramis, who appeared behind Mo at some point, responded lightly, and the dagger in his right hand passed over Mo's elbow like lightning, causing a dazzling blood streak under the night sky.

【? ! 】

Mo Cuo, who couldn't react at all, opened his eyes in shock, and subconsciously looked at the bloody mouth on the outside of his right hand, which was not very deep -

Boom!

With a cold arc of light, Mo's long sword, which had been unsheathed for less than half a minute, flew away.

Almost at the same time, the two daggers in Alamos' hand touched the side of his neck and the back of his heart 'gently'.

"Don't ever tell me this is normal for you, man."

Aramis's light red vertical pupils blinked slightly, and then he slowly stepped away from Mo's back, slowly disappearing under the dim night, leaving an erratic warning: "By the way, that day The person I was when I was hunting bears… and the person I am now are two different things.”

"learn."

Mo replied briefly and picked up his beloved sword.

"Then, confirm again."

A moment later, Aramis's voice sounded erratically again: "Are you really ready?"

"Um."

After slightly nodding, Mo suddenly raised the long sword and sealed it horizontally at his side. In the next second, he was knocked back several steps by two daggers that appeared out of thin air.

"pretty."

The figure passing by in the darkness chuckled, and in the next moment it moved behind Mo at high speed as if it was being dragged by something, and lit up a cold light the moment the two people passed each other!

Mo raised his sword to seal it horizontally again, but was staggered by a completely unexpected force.

That is definitely not the power that can be contained in a dagger! That is……

"Change martial arts~"

Aramis, who held a sword flower lightly and held the daggers [Pseudo·Disaster Blade] and [Pseudo·Sorrow Wound] in both hands, grinned——

"You have to hold on, man."

Chapter 1091: End