Quadruple split

In Mo Tan's life so far, he has spent almost two-thirds of his time dealing with all kinds of troubles, and half of them are causing troubles, causing troubles for himself, his friends, gangsters, and others. Cause trouble for school bullies, trouble for the hacker codenamed SUN, real name Muyu, nicknamed Futaba, trouble for honest people, trouble for teachers and classmates, trouble for policemen, trouble for neighborhood committees, trouble for urban management... this level of difficulty The coefficient seems a bit too high...

But no matter what, the four words "making trouble" always surround him, and recently he made a great contribution to the author by writing forty words. (cross out the entire paragraph)

What I want to say is that this kind of behavior does not actually put a big burden on him. No matter in terms of quality of life or moral condemnation, the troubles he caused for others have never affected Mo Tan himself. , even a little bit.

But the thing is, for the two-thirds of the time he's been dealing with trouble, the other half has been about solving it.

Or we can change it to another four words, such as - helping others.

During this half of the time, he is almost always willing to lend a helping hand to people facing difficulties or crises, as long as the other person is not a strictly evil person or has suffered the consequences, and does not ask for anything in return, unless the so-called 'reward' can make the person involved I feel better.

Maybe he wouldn't be kind enough to hand over even a penny to those fake beggars who are lazy, good at acting and beautiful, but he would be willing to accompany a boy who relies on "garbage recycling" to pick up half-empty bottles and waste paper shells. For fear of hurting the self-esteem that is humble and fragile in the eyes of others.

In fact, he has never been satisfied with the vague moral values ​​and laws, and he has never felt that he represents 'justice', at least literally justice, but he always follows his own set of principles to Helping anyone who is worthy of help in your own eyes may seem a bit narrow-minded, but it is often more objective than justice in the broad sense.

"Have you read "A Study in Scarlet"? If this is a true story, then I will definitely do my best to help Hope. Maybe the law will not forgive a murderer, but I am willing, if the truth means "For a good man to be judged and punished for sending two villains to hell, I would rather help him keep the truth from ever coming to light."

This is what Mo Tan said to Yi Dong when he was in [Lawful Good] state during a chat many years ago.

"A very fair trial, but the problem is that there is no understanding in the law." Idong shrugged: "The detective's position is to reveal the truth, but I really didn't expect you to say such a thing. I thought I I already know you quite well~"

"I don't know myself better than you." Mo Tan just smiled slightly and replied: "I have never dreamed of becoming a judge, nor do I think I represent justice. I just want someone with a clear conscience. That’s all.”

In the end, Yi Dong was stunned for a long time, then rolled his eyes and said: "You know, the most tiring thing in the world is to be friends with you. You know, three hours ago, I watched you take dozens of sets from the library. The reference book for junior high school students was replaced by Jin X Mei with illustrations, just for some so-called 'fun'..."

"I already regret it. That kind of reading is too polluting for boys and girls of this age." Mo Tan asked with a helpless smile: "Do you mind accompanying me to change them back?"

"roll!"

…

All in all, despite the detour of more than 1,100 words, what I want to express is actually only one point, that is, at this moment, Mo Tan will not have any dissatisfaction with the E-level missions in front of him, which are really a bit cheating. For him, even a trivial matter like helping an old lady find her beloved cat that lost two days ago was meaningful...

Stick to the justice you understand, stand on the side of the weak, the good, or the sufferers as much as possible, work only for justice in your own eyes, and judge those who deserve to be punished but stand on the side of the innocent to drink. , enough.

So what if the person I am helping is AI? So what if what you are judging is data? Even if these things are meaningless, what does it matter?

It doesn't matter~ It really doesn't matter~

Standing in front of the mission board in the lobby of the Adventurer's Guild, Mo Tan spent about ten minutes looking through all the hundreds of E-level missions on the magic crystal screen. He felt that he would be very fulfilled in the next period of time. .

If there is no disconnection...

Don't think that in this world full of fantasy elements, the magic crystal screen with the function of "quickly querying mission information" is inconsistent. After all, although it is very unscientific, it is at least very magical.

Those who are in a world full of swords, fighting spirit or spiritual energy, those who have a bad temper and can destroy stars with one blow, and can fly at dozens of times the speed of light in minutes, have to look through ancient books for a long time to check the information. , a setting that can also make you choke is called nonsense. It is sincerely neither scientific nor magical, and it is not very spiritual...

Anyway, the detour ends...

After seeing this, Mo Tan was not in a hurry to receive the mission to improve his adventurer level. Instead, he planned to go back first, say hello to Mag, and also ask the leader of the caravan, the Voldemort Mercenary Group. When the employer's elder Lin Jing is free to see him, try to arrange the time well. Even if there is a possibility of being forced to disconnect, at least it must be less abrupt.

After all, you should try to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to others because of yourself.

Unexpectedly, just when he turned around and was about to leave, he saw Mag's figure from a distance. There were three other people from the mercenary group beside him, including the mustache that day and the good dragon master. The second captain of the Lizardmen who specializes in human female mage and possesses the legendary Idari Musket.

"Hey Mo! We are here!" Mag also saw Mo Tan who had just turned around at the same time, laughed and waved to him: "Come over here!"

In fact, he really doesn't need to say hello so hard. Although the combination of the four Mags is very common in the adventurer branch, their unique temperament (mainly because they look more reliable compared to others) Son) is very recognizable here.

Think about it, this place is full of old junior mages whose staffs can explode, thieves who forget to make holes in their masks, rangers who buy gunpowder-laced glitter to try to make themselves more dazzling, dog girls who can only 'bark'... ...Wait...where, even a guy like Mag, who is a kind of old drunkard and a lover of bloody dramas, can be called a reliable thief...

"Thank God you finally woke up." The female mage who used dragon breath to clear a path for everyone that day smiled at Mo Tan who came over and asked: "How do you feel?"

Mo Tan blinked and gestured around: "Are you talking about the physical aspect, or here? The former was not bad, but because of the latter, I can only be glad that I am still alive..."

Then he briefly explained the 'staff explosion on the spot' that happened not long ago to the curious Mag and others, leaving the four of them stunned for a moment.

"Tsk tsk..." Mag glanced at him, then shrugged and said, "Okay, it seems I should have warned you to be careful before. The first-floor hall of every Adventurer's Guild is quite messy, because it's all Adventurers with lower levels are always prone to making troubles, but I didn’t expect you to be able to catch up with such a thing. Anyway, it’s good to be alive!”

The human female mage Kasha next to her muttered: "I've heard of that guy, his name is Jadeka. It is said that his ancestors have been knights for generations. When he came here, he wanted to be a mage. I don't know where he picked up an antique-level sword. The staff is said to be a family heirloom, but then again..."

She scratched her cheek thoughtfully and frowned: "It is said that that guy was very powerful when he was young. He could defeat more than a dozen high-level beasts in a minute. He is still a junior mage now!"

"Um~" Mustache raised his hand and asked: "Excuse me, I have never heard of any junior mage who can defeat so many high-level beasts in one minute!"

Kasha rolled her eyes: "He was hit with a staff. Didn't Mo have experienced it just now? That thing will explode. You know..."

"Is he okay?!" Mo Tan finally couldn't help but ask: "Or is the staff not going to blow up the owner?"

If that was the case, then his actions just now, when he was almost blown away trying to save the old man, were too unfair.

"That's not true." Kasha shook her head and said, "That staff is said to explode anyone."

Mo Tan felt a little more balanced after hearing this, but unexpectedly...

"But he can bear it." Kasha continued: "Maybe it's a matter of blood. Although like me, we are humans with relatively average talents in all aspects, I have heard people say that Jadeka's physical fitness is at least He is a high-level warrior, and although his spellcasting ability is extremely poor, he has this natural affinity for the fire element. Although it does not help his career as a mage, it can give him a certain resistance to the fire element, so... ...Sigh... If he had majored in knight or warrior, he would be a great adventurer by now."

When she was halfway through speaking, Mo Tan turned completely pale...

There are things like the white-bearded old man who dares to use his staff as a battering ram, the puppet Pinocchio who is full of sniper skills, the bone spirit who looks like a lich but is actually a succubus, and the minotaur machine gunner. It’s not performance art, it’s something real! ?

Mo Tan seemed to hear the crackling sound of his three views...

"Damn it!" Mag was stunned for a long time, then cursed and cursed: "This world is so dangerous."

However, Mo Tan quickly adjusted his mood and changed the topic casually: "By the way, Mag, you came just in time. I just wanted to go back and ask you when the elder from Lin Jing who wants to see me will be free..."

"God knows." Mag's big head shook like a rattle: "It's probably just these two days, what happened?"

"Nothing." Mo Tan pointed at the magic crystal screen behind him: "I plan to do some tasks first, and I may be a little busier next. I'm afraid you can't find me, so I wanted to say hello in advance."

The captain of the Second Battalion finally found a chance to interject at this moment, and said with a smile in the lizard man's very non-standard common language: "That doesn't matter, we will stay in the city for a few days anyway, can you It’s good to find something to do to kill time. Don’t worry about the caravan, the forest spirits are all slow-witted~”

"That's it, let's go first." Mag opened the door and waved his hand: "The E-level missions are not that difficult. I will stay at the same place as before these days. If you need anything, come to me and the three of them. All is OK.”

Mo Tan quickly agreed, and then after Mag and others went to the mercenary union not far away, he turned around and walked back to the previous window, only to find that the people inside had changed.

"Hello, how can I help?" A polite half-elf leaned over to greet Mo Tan. His mental outlook and professional demeanor were completely different from the young lady before.

But Mo Tan didn't care. It was quite normal to work two shifts in a place like this. Take for example the time he took advantage of a bank's loophole...

Let’s not talk about it anymore. He is quite conflicted about his memories of this aspect. After all, he did all the good and bad things by himself. If he thinks too much, he will easily become depressed.

"I want to take on a few missions." Mo Tan showed the other person the adventurer's manual he just got, and directly reported a series of numbers: "The codes are 10308, 53267 and 44759."

The other party was stunned for a moment, then picked up the magic realm board at hand and said with some embarrassment: "Can you please say it again?"

Then Mo Tan slowed down and repeated it again. He also realized that he seemed to have taken it for granted just now. For someone who has not specially trained in instant memory and temporary rubbing methods, he immediately projected what he heard in his mind. And forcing shorthand is a very difficult job.

Without targeted practice, it would be almost impossible for an NPC with an intelligence of less than 40 in the game to do it.

"Well, I'm helping the Gullo couple in the South District weed the grass, collecting soil samples outside the market for Dumen Alchemist, and... uh... asking about Ms. Hot Explosion's favorite things or interests." The half-elf receptionist made a brief confirmation. Xiang Motan confirmed: "They are all tasks with a time limit of two days. You can complete them all at once, right?"

Mo Tan expressed his affirmation. He had weighed it before. These three tasks are currently the most suitable for him. There are neither too strict time limits (such as helping others to look after stalls), nor the possibility of accidentally getting GET. Wherever I go, I change my personality due to anxiety (such as taking care of a naughty child whose parents are away), and the rewards are pretty good.

Ten minutes later, Mo Tan, who had completed the mission registration, walked out of the Pioneer Gate and was about to rush to his first mission location. However, before he could overlap the map he had memorized with the scenery in his field of vision, he noticed someone lightly He gently tugged on his sleeves.

Looking back...oh, it looks familiar.

"Wow~~~"

Chapter 20: End