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"Mr. Messenger, please take care of my staff."

The distress teller also handed over the guns he carried with him to the courier.

The messenger couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He was actually trying to remind people in the castle that they couldn't carry weapons.

However, since the other party was so active, the courier was saved from talking about it.

"Please rest assured, both of you. I will keep the staff and guns safe for you. I wish you a happy meal in advance. May Karan protect you both."

The messenger stroked his chest and saluted, then turned and left.

Author's message:

Ps. The ambiguous has long been ambiguous, and those who indulge in the past will lose their memory sooner or later...

Chapter 120 Four: Silver Gray's Bad Taste

The courier left for a while, and then he was taken aback, because he found that he couldn't remember the appearance of the blue-haired Sakota.

The suffering narrator subconsciously glanced at the direction in which the courier was heading away.

She is well aware that for many people, Mastema is an unpredictable person.

First of all, it is not easy to find her.

Second, even if she can talk to her, the person who talks to her often feels like she is talking to a cloud of air.

Whether she is thanking her, liking her, insulting her, or hating her, she will only respond with a smile on the corner of her mouth, with a normal attitude, as if she has no corresponding emotion at all.

And more importantly, the longer you stay with Mastema, you will find that only your time is passing, while her time seems to be stagnant.

What's even more eerie is that the ordealer is well aware that most people quickly and subconsciously forget that they've ever seen Mastema.

The reason why she watched the messenger's back was because she was thinking.

How long can this Kjerag be remembered?

"By the way, Mastema?"

"Ok?"

"Wouldn't it be hard to not be firmly engraved in people's hearts?"

"Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing." The suffering narrator didn't know whether Mastema was playing dumb, or if he really didn't understand what he meant.

But, she still can't let go of one thing.

That's what Mastema once said:

"I don't hate the emotions that are conveyed to me, but I always feel that I don't need them."

This sentence seems a bit weird, don't you need to pay attention?Still don't need "emotion", or don't need the feedback that "emotion" conveys to oneself?

Misery tellers are worried.

He didn't know whether it was Mostima's unknown past that caused her such a free and easy personality, or whether the simple and long messenger life after leaving Rutland had worn away her feelings.

Therefore, the suffering narrator felt that maybe this reunion with the Prophet after a long absence might allow him to get a glimpse of something from Mastema.

"It's a bit weird for you to be like this today, um, no, it should be said that you are very weird today."

Mostima saw the light of the castle gate, and could vaguely hear the voices inside:

"It seems that the banquet tonight will not be too boring."

"That's natural, but this time I checked the list of accompanying personnel, and it seems that the young man nicknamed 'Prophet' who was originally A4 of the Rhode Island Operation Reserve Team did not accompany him."

"You mean Andcher?" Mostima shrugged after reading the information that the suffering narrator showed him:

"The little guy who hasn't passed the licensing agreement for the use of Lateran gun-type weapons? Well, maybe as a free supporter."

"Huh? I thought I really didn't care about these things."

"I don't care." Mostima said as a matter of course:

"Isn't this what you said in the information you investigated?"

The suffering narrator did not expect Mostima to say this, and was taken aback:

"Is there really nothing you can care about and pay attention to?"

"Well, yes, but today I'm here as a guest, so I won't talk about that."

Mostima smiled freely and walked quickly to the gate of the castle, leaving behind the ordeal narrator.

This made her quite helpless.

At this time, Tenzin also went out for free activities and came back, flapping its wings and flying over the heads of Mostima and the statement of suffering. It looked at these two people, and a hint of curiosity flashed deep in its eyes.

When Yinhui saw Tenzin coming back, he stretched out his hand to let him rest on his arm, and then heard Tenzin's report, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he was standing by the corridor on the second floor of the castle. The banquet was held in the spacious hall of Red Lion Castle.

Therefore, at this time, he was condescending, and he could clearly see the busy waiters, and of course the Rhodes Island operators wearing various evening dresses specially provided by him.

Especially when he saw Luo Shu in suit and leather shoes, a smile flashed in his eyes.