Quadruple split

Ferry and Joe simultaneously extended their mouths to the point where they could swallow an egg, and repeated in unison: "How old are you?"

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows, and casually intercepted a set of tarot cards that were changing directions in mid-air. While shuffling the cards at a speed that could bring out the afterimage, he asked the twins: "Is there any problem?"

"No, it's no problem."

Ferry laughed, stepped forward and hugged Mo Tan's shoulders: "But we didn't teleport here. In fact, Ferry and Qiao are now in a certain warehouse in the Capital of Freedom, do you understand? "

Mo Tan pondered for two seconds, then quickly cut out a [Tower] from the stack of good-quality tarot cards in his hand, and drew a cold light in mid-air and wiped Feli's throat.

puff!

Accompanied by a muffled fart sound, Feli, who had a gash in his throat, rose into the air, flying up and down like a punctured balloon, becoming smaller and smaller in the process, and finally turned into a layer of The thin 'skin' fell back to Mo Tan's feet, like a snake sloughing off.

"Do you believe it now?"

Qiao walked up to Mo Tan with a smile, took out something similar in shape to a 'pump' from his bag, inserted the tube extending from it into the layer of 'Ferri' with ease, and complained casually while pumping the air. He said: "But it's best not to cut off the neck or anything like that in the future, otherwise you'll have to sew it up a little bit. It doesn't matter about the nostrils and ears. You can try whatever you want."

Mo Tan smacked his lips and said meaningfully: "Does this mean that all parts with the characteristics of 'holes' can be used for deflation?"

"I suggest you put aside your bold ideas."

Qiao raised his chin at the former's hand that was quietly behind his back, shook his head and said: "Some places may be poked and leaked, and what comes out may not be just ordinary air."

Mo Tan, who had just caught the dagger in his palm, blinked and asked with interest: "What will come out? More than ten kilograms of shit candy?"

"That's just one possibility."

Ferry, who was still in a two-dimensional state just now, has completely returned to normal. He unplugged the tube in his ear, stretched out his index finger and lightly scratched his neck, which had a white mark, and then pulled himself. That face dotted with many freckles: "There is never a lower limit to how bad things can happen, not to mention that this prosthetic body is only a semi-finished product, and the effects it triggers are very uncontrollable. Being covered in poop candy is just one of the more ideal situations."

Mo Tan chuckled, walked slowly around the newly invigorated Feli, and said in wonder: "Semi-finished product? In other words, you made this thing yourself? Isn't it an original prop in the game?"

This is indeed something worthy of curiosity. You must know that the strongest players in the game at this stage are only over level 20 (theoretically), which is equivalent to mid-level professionals with good strength, and people of this level No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to make a 'clone' that can span half a continent. It would make sense if it were an epic or legendary item that already exists in the game, but judging from Ferry's tone just now, it doesn't seem to be the case. Son.

"We know what you want to say~"

Qiao threw a pack of Amazing Multi-Flavor Beans to Mo Tan, spread his hands and said, "But that's not the case. Although the two [inflatable dolls] in front of you can barely be said to be the creations of Feli and I, they are different in terms of materials. The consumption on it is definitely not as simple as four or five epic items, well, if it were me, I wouldn’t eat the brown one.”

Mo Tan glanced at Qiao, then casually threw the brown multi-flavored bean between his fingers into his mouth: "Toffee-flavored, what do you think it could be?"

"cerumen."

Ferry snickered, pointed at Joe and said, "He had just eaten a deviled pepper-flavored bean that was mistaken for sweet orange. He wanted to get a toffee or cocoa-flavored bean, but ended up eating earwax directly. .”

Mo Tan was not amused, but looked at the two of them with extremely passionate eyes: "Where did you get so much money?"

"Krypton gold."

Without any hesitation, Ferri replied concisely: "A lot of krypton gold."

"Before we officially opened the store, we found a few places where a large number of players gathered, and then we posted on the forum asking for transactions, whether it was money or valuable items."

Joe added next to him, his face beaming with pride.

The corner of Mo Tan's mouth twitched, and he nodded calmly: "Okay, you two are awesome."

Then turned around and left...

"Hello!"

Fei Li looked at Mo Tan's back dumbfounded and said, "Aren't you going to buy something before leaving?!"

Mo Tan pointed to a mostly empty container by the wall without looking back, and said coolly: "I'll come over again when I have time. You two, please add me as a friend, Tan Mo, Tan Mo, Tan Tan, Dark Mo."

Then he quickly closed the door from the outside, leaving only the two brothers looking at each other in the store.

"Is this kid bullying us for being uneducated?"

"No...I think he's just bullying us for being foreigners."

“Fuck FU#@K!”

"Chinese is really difficult to learn."

"By the way, he seems a little unhappy?"

"Well, maybe he's poor."

"Why……"

"Why……"

…

Game time PM20:27

Salamoon, Panshan Court

"Hello you two~"

Mo Tan politely saluted the two big men guarding the door, and said with a smile: "I am an enthusiastic and good citizen of the empire, the bard Anthony Dabus, and I came here to meet the Grand Duke of Baroka."

The two middle-level knights belonging to the Rock Lion Knights looked at each other first, and then looked up and down at Mo Tan, who was not well-dressed at all...

"Are you Mr. Anthony Dabbs?"

The bearded man on the left nodded slightly, and then asked in confusion: "The Grand Duke did say that he would meet you tonight, but what does it mean to meet him?"

Mo Tan replied without hesitation: "Two insightful men gathered together to discuss how to unite the family, govern the country and bring peace to the world."

The macho brother who had just asked casually had no doubt that he had it. After nodding slightly, he turned and walked towards the inner court, and then shouted in a deep voice in the center of the courtyard: "Your Majesty the Duke! The bard Anthony Dabbs has been invited to come to see me! "

After a while, Vernon Baroka's energetic voice came from the main hall, deep and deep: "What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Dabbs said..."

The fierce man pondered for a moment, then repeated exactly as he said: "Organize the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world."

Mo Tan nodded reservedly.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Grand Duke Baroka, who seemed not to understand, spoke again: "Bring him in."

The other knight immediately turned aside and bowed to Mo Tan: "Please."

The latter nodded very reservedly, walked calmly and slowly into Panshan Court, and was led by the macho brother to the main hall where Grand Duke Baroka was.

The decoration here is completely different from that of Aka no Ting. Although both are in a simple style, compared to the rough and unruly atmosphere of the former, Pan Shan Ting appears much thicker. There are not many decorations in the main hall, and the main colors are Mainly made of pure black and dark gold, lances, broadswords and other weapons are hung high on the walls. On both sides of the entrance are two knights with heavy armor that are worth a lot at first glance. They are solemn and majestic, but unexpectedly not. It feels too depressing. Of course, this may have something to do with a certain grand duke who is having an indoor picnic. His big blackened face is really undepressing...

"Good night, my dear Grand Duke."

Mo Tan ignored the choking smell that hit his face, walked to the other end of the grill with a cheerful face, leaned over and saluted: "I would like to formally introduce myself, the bard Anthony Dabbs. I haven't had dinner yet."

The Grand Duke of Baroka, who was not much shorter than the former when he was squatting on the ground, looked up at him and bared his white teeth, which contrasted sharply with his big, darkened face: "Good evening, Mr. Anthony, there is no one now. What outsiders, let’s not be so particular about it, come here, let’s have something together.”

"Then I will be disrespectful, Lord Vernon."

Mo Tan was not polite and sat cross-legged across from Baroka. He chuckled and said, "I hear what you mean. You already regard me as one of your own."

He changed his tone very naturally, making himself more in line with Vernon Baroka's temper. This was not difficult to do, especially for Mo Tan now.

The straightforward Grand Duke laughed and used the sharp short knife in his hand to fork half of the ribs filled with golden grease: "I have never liked Buffy Marshall, and you obviously don't like him either, although I I don’t know what your purpose is, and I can’t figure out whether there are any complicated interests behind this, but the fact that you brought the beast Sack Frees to the Purple Nine Hall to accuse Buffy is very satisfying to me. "

The grand duke, who was only wearing a single coat, made a face, then put the ribs into his mouth and chewed them like a brown bear that had been hungry for three days.

"In addition to your noble character, I also respect your appetite."

Mo Tan praised softly, and then waved his hand before Grand Duke Baroka frowned: "Okay, Mr. Vernon, those words just now are the last polite words tonight. After all, it is rare to talk to a big man who stands at the top of power. I’m having dinner with the Duke, and I don’t want anyone to think I don’t know etiquette.”

Baroka was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile that was quite in contrast to his dignity. He picked up the wine glass at hand and drank down the barbecue in his mouth, and waved his hands vigorously: "You all should step aside. Mr. Dabbs and I are going to prepare for the formal interview~"

Several guards at the door saluted inside, then quietly retreated, closing the door behind them.

"We'll make a good couple."

Mo Tan, who knew full well that Baroka was just learning and selling, pulled out a dagger from his waist, inserted a piece of God-knows-what kidney in a familiar way, put it into his mouth, and said with a vague smile with a shiny face: "With your barbecue skills, I think you can live a life without worries even if you are not a duke."

Baroka laughed crazily, and said cheerfully as he sprinkled seasonings on the grill: "You can't say such things when you go to meet other people, especially that old-fashioned Simon, he will This is regarded as an insult to my noble name, and of course I know very well that you are only complimenting my craftsmanship."

[Haha~ When it comes to scheming, the Grand Duke of Baroka is at least ten times better than the little girl from the Crystal Wolf family. Unfortunately, the latter is still worried that his uncle 'Vernon' will suffer because of his character~]

Mo Tan first expressed his sympathy to the youngest duchess of the Imperial Roland Empire, and then shrugged his shoulders and said: "Since the etiquette just now is enough to make you feel unhappy, it means that my talent in pretentiousness is pretty good. You shouldn’t be kicked out by those stereotyped old things.”

"Yes, I believe they won't kick you out."

Baroka directly drank half the cup of light brown liquor in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the 'wine drops' on his stubble, and said leisurely: "But they will not necessarily vote for Marshall on Judgment Day. Sanction vote.”

Mo Tan nodded in agreement, but there was a hint of slyness in his eyes: "I think this is not the result you want to see."

"oh?"

Grand Duke Baroka rolled up his sleeves and asked with a half-smile: "Tell me what your basis is, Dabus. Do you think I am really a person who can shake the foundation of the empire for justice and kindness? Or do you think the Marshall family is behind the scenes?" The benefits promised to me are not enough?"

Mo Tan replied leisurely with the same expression as the other party... or even a little bit meaner: "Now that the matter has come to this, it is not surprising that the Marshall family cedes many interests, because these are the rules of the game, and you, Vernon Barlow Grand Duke Ka's vision and style are also much better than most... I'm sorry, most people who look more like nobles are much better, but even so, I still think you look more like a knight than a noble, and you are introverted, Acting is not the opposite of chivalry, but siding with Marshall on Judgment Day is another matter."

Grand Duke Baroka slightly narrowed his unruffled tiger eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you irritating me?"

"You have such a great sense of humor."

Mo Tanfeng shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "You have already made your choice, do you still need me to 'excite' you?"

Grand Duke Baroka curled his lips and asked a question instead of answering: "Aside from Fire Claw, Crystal Wolf and Baroka, which lord's position can you determine?"

Mo Tan shook his head and made a helpless gesture.

Vernon Baroka didn't pay attention and just continued to ask: "Do you represent the interests of Fire Claw?"

"no."

"Do you represent the interests of any of Dantès, Simon, or Fernand?"

"no."

Faced with Mo Tan's unusually concise answer, Grand Duke Baroka pondered for a few seconds, then after eating two pieces of barbecue, pouring himself a new glass of wine and drinking it all in one gulp, he said slowly: "Did I miss you just now?" Asked a question?"

"If anyone else were asking this, I would say no."

Mo Tan slowly picked up a piece of bloody meat with a dagger and chuckled: "But if it were you and Grand Duke Crystal Wolf, I would say, yes, you missed a very important question."

Grand Duke Baroka laughed...

"what do you want?"

Chapter 362: End