Quadruple split

Game time AM10:35

Mercury City West District, [Dog Whistle] Tavern

"Your ale, boy."

A middle-aged woman with an overly plump figure squeezed through the crowd, placed the dirty wooden wine glass on the tray heavily on the table, then glanced at the man with disgust, and asked without expectation: "You Are you really not going to order anything more?"

As one of the few taverns in Mercury City that is still open for business, [Dog Whistle] has been packed with seats for two days in a row after the previous turmoil of extremely large scale and far-reaching impact. The hall was less than 30 square meters in total. It was crowded with a large number of idle people, but due to some reasons that are inconvenient to mention, the proportion of civilians among them was extremely low. Most of them were grassroots personnel of major organizations, and the topic discussed by these people always revolved around the 'Destruction of the Marshall Family' High-end reasons such as "shuffle at the top of the empire" have made it almost impossible for the civilian operators who bought this store two months ago to interrupt.

Of course, they don’t have much time to brag and brag with their customers. With business so booming, the boss, boss’s wife, boss’s nephew, and boss’s niece are almost all busy. Yes, this is still a family. Industry, a large family covers almost all tasks from accounting to washing vegetables.

I have to say that these people are really lucky. If they had come a year and a half earlier, the SAN value of the whole family would probably have dropped almost completely.

After all, despite the booming business here, you must know that the entire population of Mercury City has dropped by almost 70%. Almost all civilians who have stayed here for more than two years have been secretly deceived into becoming cultists, and were involved in the recent war. It's a clean death, which is the core reason why almost no pubs are open in the city at the moment, and the "Dog Whistle" with no characteristics can be filled with seats.

It was precisely because of this that the landlady was particularly dissatisfied with the boy in front of her who took up the entire table but only ordered a glass of ale. She thought to herself, if it wasn't for the fact that your boy is quite polite and not too ugly, my aunt would have I pulled it out for you five minutes ago.

"no thank you."

The young man shook his head amidst the noise, then suddenly slapped his forehead, took out a shiny silver coin from his pocket, flicked his fingers, and said with a wink: "It's not easy to find a place to stay, please ask sister Let me sit a little longer."

"See what you said, little brother, rest as you please."

The aunt smiled and winked, and said cheerfully: "I'll ask the kitchen to fry a plate of beans for you~"

Then she twisted her water snake-like bucket waist and walked to the back kitchen.

"Tsk, tsk, he looks like a tiger or a wolf."

Mo Tan sneered, picked up the ale at hand and took a symbolic sip, then continued to smear on the parchment on the table.

The reason why one person occupies an entire table is precisely because there is a large amount of paper scattered in front of him, which is full of incomprehensible words like ghost drawings. It is not because Mo Tan uses Korean and Arabic at the same time. He is writing in Chinese, Nepali, Bengali, and Mongolian. Although it is not impossible, now he just deliberately writes elegantly, and his style is very close to the prescription orders of major hospitals. Simply put, it is a ghost painting. .

"Hey, are you planning to open a forum?"

After a moment, a joking voice sounded behind him, which was very clear and sweet.

"sit."

Mo Tan knew who was coming without even turning his head, so he didn't waste any time, just patted the place next to him, and then continued to write quickly on the pile of parchment in front of him with a quill.

"What are you busy with? You have to come to a shabby place like this."

Futaba was not polite and sat down next to Mo Tan. He leaned over and lazily put his weight on the left side of the latter's body. He tilted his head and asked, "Do you want to write an observation diary?"

Mo Tan didn't pay attention to the pretty face that was close at hand, and just continued to write quickly while replying casually: "I just don't want to attract attention, you know what the saying goes, hiding in the city?"

"Huh, that means you are currently studying something that is inconvenient for others to see."

Futaba chuckled lightly, quickly scanning the pieces of parchment with the corner of his eyes, and smiled: "But from the perspective of 'not wanting to attract' attention, this is indeed an ideal place. If others see it, Those of you who are filled with a lot of mental pollution will at best think you are just a report rusher."

Mo Tan glanced at her, filled the last piece of parchment, and unhurriedly moved the things on the table into the bag, and asked absently: "Is the meeting over?"

"I don't know, I didn't go."

Futaba shook his hair, took off his glasses and breathed on them gently: "Huh~ I have handed over all matters related to Fire Claw to Lewen. The fox seems to be a bit atavistic recently. It’s time for him to change his mind, not to mention”

"You have nothing to do with Firepaw now, right?"

Mo Tan took over the conversation casually and put the last piece of parchment in his bag: "How does it feel to have a great revenge?"

After having 'cooperated' for so long, there was no reason for him not to know the reason why Futaba tried every means to overthrow the Marshall family. Although the latter did not mention it directly, based on Mo Tan's intelligence gathering ability There was absolutely no way he knew anything about it, so his question was quite direct.

"Well, what should I say~"

Futaba did not object to this topic. She just wiped her glasses with her robe and replied casually: "I didn't feel happy at all. Instead, I felt very exhausted. I definitely don't want to do it again."

Mo Tan smiled playfully: "Just because you don't want to come doesn't mean it won't happen. What if it happens a second time?"

"Then let's refer to this time."

Futaba Feng Danyun answered quietly, then weakly lifted herself up from Mo Tan's shoulders, turned around and leaned on the cleared table to look at him: "So what are you writing?"

"Good health."

Mo Tan took a sip of ale and thanked the proprietress who handed over a plate of beans, and then explained to Futaba nonchalantly: "I found some valuable things. Just in case, to avoid unnecessary complications, I took the time to copy a copy.”

The girl raised her eyebrows and said leisurely: "So your target is indeed the Whispering Sect. Did you have a previous relationship with them? Or do you simply want to cause trouble for them? Or are you interested in the power of the evil god? Tsk, finally. One seems unlikely, otherwise killing the Marshall family and then searching the bodies would definitely not be as fast as cooperating with them~"

"Who knows, let's go, I'm done."

Mo Tan stretched his body lazily, then stood up and walked outside the tavern. When he passed the counter, he reached out his arm and grabbed a handful from the money box when the boss turned around, and showed it directly to the two thieves at the next table. Senseless.

Five minutes later, the two of them appeared on the empty avenue in the West District of Mercury City, strolling leisurely.

"The next time you leave Salamoon, the bet will be restarted."

Futaba glanced at Mo Tan, who was humming quietly, and took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Okay, I'm pretty much busy here."

Mo Tan played with the lute that he had picked up from the Wanderer's Inn when he entered the city (the people inside were still under the influence of Whispering at that time), and smacked his lips: "My curiosity about the Whispering Sect has been satisfied for the time being. Ba Ba, wait until you get back and say hello to Xiu before leaving."

Futaba glanced at him, smiled playfully and said, "Take Lesa and Fanye with you?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Mo Tan shrugged, waved his hand and said, "Don't ask about anything else. Even if we get back into shape, we are still in a truce period after all. We can just chat about some unnutritious things before we break up."

"Okay, let's talk about the unnutritious part. Although Buffy Marshall is dead, it was not the hands of my mentor. Her head was robbed. Do you have any information to share in this regard?"

Futaba really took it easy and did not continue what had become a daily 'exploratory conversation' between the two of them, and casually changed the subject.

[I’m afraid not all the ministers of the Dawn Sect will like this. 】

Mo Tan laughed dryly in his heart, and then put on an extremely innocent face: "I don't have any information to share. I leaked Buffy's whereabouts to you at that time and I stopped taking care of it."

"That Sylvia is really unlucky to meet you."

Futaba covered her mouth and laughed happily: "You also did me a favor by the way. If she hadn't followed your advice and sent the news back in advance, allowing Buffy to escape before the large army moved in, Things might get troublesome instead, but all in all, thank you this time."

"sincerity?"

"Sincerely, you bitch, can you stop always looking for trouble for me! You have to come up with something super every time, right?"

Futaba turned around like he was flipping through a book. He raised his hand and blurred the fireball on Mo Tan's face that was almost heated to the boiling point. He said angrily: "It was the same when I played other people's backup servers a few times before. Can I change my bad habit?" Already!?"

Mo Tanxu raised his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you half-hearted?"

"I am used to it!"

"Where's your face?"

"I'm in my height-increasing shoes!"

"Do you usually walk on stilts when you go out?"

"No."

"By the way, does that old guy from Clairvaux know about his big-ass attack on the street?"

Mo Tan did not continue to choke with Futaba, but just seamlessly turned the topic to political affairs as usual: "The system and pattern of the Violet Empire for thousands of years have gradually begun to collapse. If His Majesty the Emperor can cooperate at this moment, it will collapse. Well, the resistance from our second prince should be much smaller."

Futaba shook his head and said casually: "It shouldn't be yet, and even if he knows, what will happen? A son will die, what a big deal."

"It makes sense, after all, there is another one."

Mo Tan also nodded in agreement, and then laughed playfully: "Speaking of which, Crystal Wolf and Dantes have completely sided with Xiu, but the remaining five families are not easy to deal with, although they will not be against Xiu. I have some opinions on taking over as the emperor of the empire, but it is hard to say on the matter of 'being integrated'. Not to mention the weird family of Fernan, even the Fire Claws, Grand Duke Rhinoceros may not be willing to let the Violet family Be the only one and become the true ruler of this empire."

Futaba shrugged indifferently: "What's the use of having opinions. In my opinion, even if all these grand dukes are packed up, they may not be able to play Xiubren. Whether they obey or resist, but It’s just a matter of time.”

"That's why I invest in advance~"

Mo Tan snapped his fingers, slightly raising the corners of his mouth with an evil look: "The future of this decadent empire is worth looking forward to."

"Compared to this empire, you'd better look forward to your own future first."

Futaba narrowed her eyes slightly and said quietly: "I'm not going to brag, at your current level, I can crush three of them to death with one hand."

Mo Tan curled his lips: "Don't worry, it's definitely easier for me to improve my strength than it is for you to improve your height. Just wash your pants and wait."

Then

There was nothing more. After the previous discussion about strength, or the exchange of harsh words, Mo Tan and Futaba suddenly fell into a strange silence, and the scene became a bit awkward.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the two people who had wandered to Central Street suddenly sighed at the same time and exclaimed in unison: "It's really boring to have a serious chat."

Then he lowered his head at the same time, rolled his eyes, and looked disgusted.

Because of Mo Tan's words before, 'Just talk about some useless stuff', they were very careful when they spoke just now and did not engage in any overt or covert testing or misleading behavior. As a result, they just stayed together for less than half an hour. The two of them suddenly became bored.

Obviously, the naked malice towards each other is the deepest bond between this pair of partners and old enemies. As for other things, such as chatting about unnutritious topics, maybe under other circumstances they have a lot to say, and they have nothing to say. There are a lot of things to do and a lot of people to trick, but when facing each other, asking Mo Tan and Futaba to exercise restraint will only make them feel bored and uninterested.

"As the saying goes, a hundred years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together, and a thousand years of cultivation can lead to the synchronization of spirits~"

Mo Tan gave a dry laugh and said as if he had nothing to say, "Maybe I have slept with you for several lifetimes."

Futaba tugged at the corner of his mouth, yawned in disinterest, and then turned around and walked directly in the direction of the Mages Guild: "It's boring, I'm going back."

"See you."

Mo Tan smacked his lips, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction of Futaba with a very depressed expression.

In a sense, Violet's game has come to an end. Perhaps there will be more turbulent situations than now in the near future, but for Mo Tan and Futaba, their playing time is over. As for this game, The next chess players and trends have little to do with them.

Although they are all madmen and fanatics in a sense, the 'garbage time' before the end of each game will make them feel extremely bored.

Until the next game starts.

Chapter 563: End