Quadruple split

That's right, without Mo Tan noticing, the surrounding environment had changed again. One second he was wandering alone somewhere in the fortress, and the next moment he appeared in front of a long table, surrounded by bustling people. They were all people, and the person sitting next to them was the first person Mo Tan met after arriving here. He was also the spy sent by the regent of the Violet Empire, the one with the strange name of 'Monica' Macho man.

"It's hard to say whether the food is similar or not. I think we are quite destined."

But when he saw Mo Tan casually scooping up some of the dark-looking paste in front of him with a spoon, he put it into his mouth and smacked it twice. His eyes widened in surprise: "It tastes pretty good!"

Monica sighed, put down the spoon, picked up her bowl of paste, and drank most of the bowl. Then she picked up a piece of brown bread that looked quite soft and tasted good, and took a vague bite. He said: "I didn't say these things are unpalatable, but it's this kind of thing every day. It's really... Sigh, I've almost forgotten what meat tastes like."

"That's just right. If you forget it, don't think about it."

A female voice with a bad tone came from behind. Mo Tan and Monica looked back and found that the petite woman who had beaten someone in the school ground was standing behind them with an evil look. There was a stack of bread and a bag of bread on the tray in her hand. A dark bowl with a pile of emerald green vegetables and...

"Meat!!!"

Monica's eyes suddenly widened and she stared intently at the small plate of no more than twenty slices of sauced meat that didn't look particularly fresh. Her wild-looking Adam's apple slid obviously.

Although Mo Tan was not greedy at all, and even disliked this kind of thing that was obviously just processed and cut into slices, he still made himself look extremely greedy at the first moment, and even if he followed it, he might get injured. Dangerous as a human being.

"You two, calm down."

The petite half-elf woman named Splithead raised her hand expressionlessly and gave Mo Tan and Monica a slap in the face, then kicked Monica very domineeringly to the chair next to her, and sat on the other side's original chair. Putting down the plate, he slowly picked up a piece of black bread and took a small bite. Then he glanced at Mo Tan and Monica respectively, paused for about two seconds and then said leisurely: "Half for each person, who?" Whoever dares to beat me to death?"

Boom! ! !

The next moment, Monica's fork and Mo Tan's knife had collided with each other. Following the fierce fight, both parties began to use their best to grab those things that, although not obvious, were actually better than the average. There were so many pieces of meat on the thick plate, and for a while, the sound of clanking metal was heard. However, this building that should be the canteen in theory was a bit noisy, so their 'fight' did not cause too much noise. idea, but the half-elf woman in the center of the battlefield in front of her seemed not to see it, and just slowly ate bread and drank mush.

Finally, after about two minutes, the fight between Mo Tan and Monica finally came to an end. The former's plate contained two thick slices of meat, one thin slice of meat, and two slices that were neither thin nor thin; On the dinner plate is one thick piece of meat, and three slices that are just right, not too thin but not too thin.

Obviously, the result of the battle just now was evenly matched, and there was no real winner.

but……

"What does it mean?"

The half-elf woman glanced at the six pieces of thick sauce meat left on the dinner plate, frowned and said, "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing's wrong. I have a bad gastrointestinal condition recently and I can't eat too greasy food."

Mo Tan grinned widely, used the handles of the knife and fork as chopsticks, and comically picked up a piece of sauced meat and brought it to his mouth. He said happily: "It's just a little bit of fun."

Monica, on the other hand, poured all the meat in front of her into the small half bowl of paste, and while picking up the bowl and putting it in her mouth, she said vaguely: "I use it with staple food. These are just right. Any more will be salty.”

"You two...oh, forget it."

The half-elf twitched her lips, as if she wanted to say a few swear words, but she finally shook her head, picked up a fork and finished the meat that Mo Tan and Monica had left for her, then closed her eyes and leaned on on the back of the chair.

"Did we stay too much?"

Monica carefully mouthed the question to Mo Tan.

"If there's more, she should stop eating. One-third for each person, it's fair."

Mo Tan replied with the same mouth, then pulled out the dagger from his waist and sighed while picking his teeth: "Speaking of which, I don't know when this day will end. I have an old man and a young man."

Monica burst into laughter, shook her head and said, "We are all here and still lamenting about what those who have and have nothing to do. Be it the elderly or the children, the people at the back will help us take care of them."

"Tsk."

Mo Tan smacked his lips and said with a dry smile: "You have no intention of going back alive anyway, right?"

"Stop it."

Monica waved her hand and shrugged: "Those who are willing to come here have no intention of going back alive."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, shook his head and said, "That's right, after all, our enemy is..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Monica continued naturally and sighed: "Yes, after all, our enemy is ███."

"WTF?"

Mo Tan frowned and looked at Monica with a strange expression: "You say it again?"

"ah?"

The latter was stunned for a moment and subconsciously repeated: "Ah ███, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. My head and ears are not working well lately."

Mo Tan said this casually, spread his hands and said, "Especially my memory. I have been so confused every day since I came here. I have forgotten whether it is one or five years or twenty-five years now."

Monica blinked and said in surprise: "Then your situation is quite serious. Please go back and pray more."

"Today is the 5th of the Flower Moon, ██31 of the Holy Calendar."

The half-elf who was leaning on the back of the chair opened his eyes, stared at Mo Tan with evil eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I can remind you countless times, recruits, no matter the time, date or the responsibilities you should shoulder, so don't waver, don't Think about unnecessary things, don’t forget who is watching us... don’t forget the vow you once made.”

Mo Tan chuckled, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't worry, I just haven't fully adapted to the environment here. It's not like I'm just complaining. I can’t tell what can and cannot be done.”

"It's better that way."

The half-elf, whose status was obviously higher than that of Mo Tan and Monica, nodded, then stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, saying without looking back: "Don't be late for the afternoon training, and help me clean up. Endgame, thanks.”

After saying that, before the two of them could react, the petite figure of Split Skull disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"I think I know why she's here."

Mo Tan smacked his lips, then turned around and smiled at Monica, who was full of curiosity: "With this personality, there is a high probability that she will not be able to get married. Rather than being a leftover woman and dying alone, it is better to die in battle with honor. At least it’s not that embarrassing.”

Monica rolled her eyes and curled her lips and said, "I don't believe it. Instructor Splitting Skull is so beautiful. She would definitely be able to get married if she didn't come here."

Mo Tan grinned, bumped the other person's shoulder lightly, and said narrowly: "Oh? So you've fallen in love with her?"

"No, I just think the instructor is pretty."

While gnawing on the remaining brown bread, Monica said vaguely: "Like my boss, I have always been paralyzed, and you can't have a sugary love." "

"etc!"

Mo Tan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and while gently patting Monica's back, he handed the water in his hand to the latter: "Swallow the thing before talking. Who can hear clearly when you are mumbling."

"hold head high!"

Monica nodded. As a result, she drank the water bowl Mo Tan handed her completely, and then burped loudly even though there was no peculiar smell. She repeated: "I mean, people like me people……"

…

"Hey, hey, hey, even if I haven't complained all this time, it's a bit deliberate to stop me here."

Under the cover of night, Mo Tanpi, who was trudging in the darkness, complained with a smile. At this moment, he was in a high-speed marching team, with companions moving silently in front and behind him, and on the left and right, they were far away from him. The nearest person was Monica, who was panting and carrying a big bag.

"What's the purpose?"

Monica wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Mo Tan next to her with some confusion: "If you have a good rest, take your share back and I will carry it for you all night."

Mo Tan nodded, raised his hand and took the small backpack that Monica took out from his big backpack. While looking through the dry food, drinking water and replacement equipment inside, he said curiously: "You just said you had rested." What do you mean? I helped carry things all night. Is it because I have been in a coma before? "

"Coma? No."

Monica shook her head and said with a puzzled look on her face: "Didn't you say that you were not strong enough and asked me to help you?"

"Did I say that myself..."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and after unconsciously transferring a piece of black bread into the bag, he picked up the small bag and continued to ask Monica as he walked: "Oh, by the way, by the way, do you still remember when we were in the cafeteria? Something about?"

While the latter grabbed Mo Tan's arm and lifted him over the pit in front of him, he asked curiously: "Canteen? Which time did you say? Don't we go to the canteen together every day?"

"The time when there was meat to eat."

Mo Tan gave the detailed information without hesitation, and said seriously: "Do you still remember, that day, the split-skull instructor..."

"Oh! Which time did you say? Remember, how could I not remember? That was the first time I ate meat since I came to Jackdaw Castle."

Monica didn't wait for Mo Tan to finish speaking, then she clapped her hands hard and said cheerfully: "Now that I think about it, the instructor seems to have taken special care of us since then, uh, even though she took good care of us before."

Mo Tan nodded and said with a face of vicissitudes of life: "Yes, more than ten years have passed in a flash. The instructor is dead and we are also old."

"Bros."

Monica, who seemed to have become accustomed to her partner's intermittent convulsions, twitched her lips and said dryly: "It took less than ten years for Jackdaw Castle to be built, and we have only known each other for less than two years, and..."

Mo Tan, who had roughly grasped the time span in Monica's eyes, yawned and asked lazily: "And what?"

"And I'm still alive and well."

A slender, cold hand suddenly came out from the side, grabbed Mo Tan's neck and slammed him to the ground, startling Monica and a few people next to her, but when everyone saw clearly who was coming Whoever came behind them all speeded up their pace and continued on their way without looking away. Only Monica did not run far away, but dragged behind slowly.

Mo Tan, on the other hand, maintained the OTZ posture while being held by someone's neck, and said coquettishly: "Instructor, don't take it seriously, I'm just going to liven up the atmosphere. You also know that Monica is easily nervous. If she accidentally gets I'm so nervous, but how can I deal with it? We still have to spend time burying it for him."

"I should bury you first."

The petite half-elf woman snorted angrily, grabbed Mo Tan's collar and lifted him up on tiptoes, and said in a deep voice: "Listen up, I know you are a loose person, and I also know that this person has been forcibly blended together. Our team cannot be as disciplined as those serious armies, but even so, I don’t want you to be too lax. Don’t forget, our enemy is ███, a heretic lunatic whose head is full of forbidden knowledge. Let’s take a moment. If you’re not careful, you may not even know how you died, and you, Monica!”

Monica, who was squatting not far away and eavesdropping, suddenly shivered, laughed twice, and nodded vigorously.

"Sorry, instructor."

Mo Tan also raised his hand to apologize honestly, and said sincerely, "I was careless."

"I stopped being your instructor half a month ago."

The half-elf woman let go of Mo Tan's collar and said without looking back as she walked towards the front of the team: "Call me by my name from now on."

"Sister Split Skull?"

Mo Tan immediately asked tentatively.

"Captain Kallen!"

Kallen Splitskull glared at her fiercely, gritted her teeth and said this before leaving angrily.

It wasn't until Kallen walked away that Monica cautiously came over and sighed to Kallen's almost invisible back: "The captain is so handsome."

Mo Tan also nodded and echoed absentmindedly: "Who says it's not the case."

Then……

The two of them saw a crossbow arrow of foul size whizzing down from the sky, piercing the half-elf's slender figure before anyone could react, and pinning it to the spot.

Chapter 1,773: End