At this time, perhaps only this kind of mocking, naked, sarcastic and even sexually harassing reply can make Futaba feel better.

That girl doesn't need other people's comfort or tolerance, and the false concern is meaningless. Of course, even if it is meaningful, Mo Tan will not do that at this moment. He is just treating this opponent like before.

'In response to ridicule and ridicule, but this is actually enough...

The only thing Futaba needs now is maybe someone who can tell her that 'you are not alone'.

It doesn't really matter whether that person is a friend, a companion, or an old enemy.

As long as there is such a person here...

Even if he just makes low-level sexual harassment to you, it doesn't matter.

But at this time, Futaba had left the game and was sleeping peacefully in the small space that belonged only to her. Naturally, she had no way to reply to Mo Tan. Of course, the latter didn't care, and even felt quite relieved.

"It's okay if she's not here." Mo Tan breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, I'm quite impatient when it comes to coaxing children. When she comes online again, she should be more or less calm..."

Throwing the orange-haired girl with round glasses out of his mind, his expression gradually became serious.

If the dead cannot be resurrected, then mourning and mourning are meaningless...

If the outcome cannot be undone, then regret and trouble are of no value...

Mo Tan didn't want to be sentimental because of what had happened. What concerned him most at this moment was the present and future threats...

Everything that is uncontrollable, unknown, and unplanned is a threat!

Threats often affect fun, which he cannot tolerate. Although Mo Tan can even use death to add a touch of glory to those so-called plans and stages... But he does not like this feeling of being unable to control...

Especially when you can't control yourself!

The clear memory is about to come to an end, and he is separated from Futaba, and then Ned's body appears in front of him, and Benai chases after him...

Wait, something seems to be missing.

Mo Tan paused for a moment, and then thought that his mentality seemed to have changed before the class chased him, so in the end he did not keep walking in the set direction, but turned back to try to contain Futaba.

I don’t know when the class will chase me.

If I remember correctly, my behavior pattern at that time was somewhat inconsistent with the 'Black Brahma', but more like...

"So that's it." A flash of fierceness flashed in Mo Tan's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "In other words, it's not just the current 'me', but also the somewhat disturbing state?"

Although it was a question, there was no doubt in his tone.

Then the next step is the assassin, who seemed to have said something after some low-end provocation...

It started to take a bit of effort, just like an untrained person putting his head into the water and forcing his eyes open. A dizzying feeling of disgust suddenly came over him. Even though he was prepared, Mo Tan still felt a sense of suffocation.

The first thing that became clear was Ned. His eyes had not yet closed, and his body was still bleeding...

Then there is the face in the class that is full of viciousness and morbidity...

This is not the point!

Mo Tan, who had been standing quietly for some time, slowly closed his eyes and tried his best to clear away the fog.

…

After a long time, he smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, a rare feeling of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

"I just can't remember it anyway." Mo Tan blew a low-key whistle and wiped the cold sweat that had leaked from his forehead for some time, feeling a little useless.

I must have done something. Although I can't remember it, it was not a blank memory like before, but an instinctive rejection. This can be explained psychologically...

He quickened his pace slightly, and his originally stagnant thoughts gradually became more flexible.

Combining the two previous situations, although I am not very willing to admit it, as the 'Black Brahma' at that time, I had a great possibility of being infinitely close to 'that me', although this was not enough to constitute the conditions for killing the squad.

But it’s just because of the relative lack of conditions and information…

A thin cloud blocked the hook-like crescent moon, and Mo Tan's body was looming in the shadow, with a cold light reflecting in his eyes...

This game is really interesting. It can be basically concluded that there is definitely a "me" existing on this continent during the recent memory blank period, although no reliable clues have been found so far.

He easily climbed up a small tree, and after a few ups and downs, he leaned over and sniffed the grass beside the road...

"It's nothing like a game company that's making money, an AI that's extremely intelligent and anthropomorphic, a complete world view that goes back to who knows how many years ago, a camp selection system that can even separate myself, Cordo

Va's race that is completely inconsistent with common sense, the Whispering Sect, and the world's level of collapse." With a fanatical arc at the corner of his mouth, Mo Tan smiled unscrupulously under the night: "And my almost forgotten fourth

Face', blank memory, a known bug that only appeared on me, plus that elusive sun..."

He ripped off the various masks on his face, looked up at the starry sky without any haze with his real face, spread his hands as if to embrace the entire night, his eyes flashed with madness and uncontrollable

Excited: “This is so fucking fun!”

The clouds drift away...

Mo Tan looked at the looming lights in the distance, covered his face again, straightened his clothes, and also suppressed that crazy smile.

Then, like a traveling aristocratic poet, he walked calmly and behaved elegantly

"Even I am not trustworthy now, haha..." He took out a simple wooden harp from his luggage and fiddled with it gently. He was immediately struck by the abrupt and not at all pleasant notes.

Amused.

…

fifteen minutes later

The Drunken Bear Tavern is in Misha Town, only a few dozen miles away from Kalan City.

A minstrel with a mustache was talking loudly and frothing at the mouth. He squatted on the low table closest to the bar. In front of him was a slightly old and broken top hat and a half bottle of self-made wine that was a friendly gift from the boss.

Brew ale.

This can be regarded as some kind of unwritten rule. If an eloquent bard is willing to go to a certain tavern to tell a few stories, then as long as it can attract customers or listeners, no matter the owner, he will not hesitate to do so.

He brought a drink that could soothe his throat.

The lights are slightly dim, the sun has already rolled down the mountain, the table has not been properly wiped for many years, the waitress who occasionally screams when she is carrying the tray is humming a ditty while wiping glasses.

The bearded boss, the guests chatting and laughing loudly, the bard with a high-pitched and provocative voice, and the audience who stayed around for a long time but were unwilling to throw money into his hat.

This scene that no longer exists in reality is one of the most common scenes in the Innocence Continent...

"The dragon is soaring in the sky, its fangs are dripping with blood, its wings are stirring up hurricanes, and it is roaring to save the lives of its kind." The mustache raised his head and drank ergot, with his face flushed and used his high tenor.

He said loudly: "The wild beast is raging in the ruined city. Its skin is as hard as steel, and its roar is like thunder, but it is retreating steadily amid its loud war songs and shouts!"

A young man happened to quietly open the door of the tavern at this time, but no one noticed him except the boss who was also listening to the story with squinty ears and raised his eyelids.

"Blessed by the ancestors! The wise elder looked up to the sky. His youth and body have been taken away by the years, but the strength and glory remain deep in the soul. What is stirring in the totem pole is blood and thunder!" The bard!

He clapped the small drum in his hand vigorously and shouted fluently in Common Tongue: "When the tribe was in danger, he took action!"

An orc next to him clapped his hands with shining eyes: "Okay!!"

But Mo Tan, who didn't know when he came around here, had a little surprise on his face.

"But seeing the spirit of the earth and the power of the ancestors complement each other, the rampant dragon on the ruined city suddenly fell under the power of the elder!" The bard whirled around in vain and smashed him hard.

He was on the ground, but still holding his neck and shouting: "The hero finally defeated the dragon! The glory belongs to... which tribe? Uh, forget it, the glory belongs to the tribe!!"

The surrounding audience burst into laughter, but no one cared about the last little flaw of the bard who seemed to have drunk a lot. There was finally a little more copper in the hat.

Only one person's expression is not right!

From the beginning, Mo Tan felt that the story told by this old man was a bit familiar. After listening to a few words, his expression immediately became strange...

"Who is that!" The orc who had applauded before said loudly to Mustache: "Can you explain the part you just said more clearly? I can't quite understand it!"

In line with the principle that the customer is God, the bard immediately cleared his throat, then smiled at God and said: "There was a dragon on the ground that was being beaten by several orcs. As a result, an update came from the sky halfway through the beating.

Cruelly, the oldest one among the orcs saw something was wrong, so he took action like a bullock, but as soon as the old man took action, he knocked down the dragon with a 'bang'!"

"Okay!" The orc roared again; "He is indeed the boss of our orcs!"

Mo Tan: “…”

He almost fully understood that he really knew the story told by the bard, and not only did he know it, he also basically witnessed the whole process from the perspective of the person involved.

That’s not the case at all!

If I remember correctly, the one who was angrily attacking Yalong was not singing a war song, but a hero song!

That dragon didn't come to help its companions, it was just that it was so tired that it stuck out its tongue and wanted to find a place to take a good rest!

The old orc man did knock Ya down, but he was the first one to shout "misunderstanding" afterwards.

Overall, the degree of truth of this story...is basically equivalent to nonsense!

But even so, Mo Tan still approached the bard who had just gotten up from the ground with great enthusiasm, took out a gold coin from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

It needs to be explained here that the currency of Guilty Continent is basically gold coins, silver coins and copper plates. The ratio is 1:10:100. Although the currencies in different places are different, the weight and purchasing power are still about the same. In front of Mo Tan

This mustache's income just now was about twenty copper coins, so...

So the way he looked at Mo Tan was immediately different!

The light contained in it is like...

It was like seeing someone who had been taken advantage of! It was very similar to the look in Mo Tan's eyes when he was blocked by the bad boy from the next class in the alley in the same personality state...
To be continued...