【competition is over--】
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"Phew...good job, brothers."
Next to an avenue with constant traffic, Huanmeng, who pulled out the weapon from the corpse of the last enemy, let out a long breath, and then clapped his hands to his companions around him: "I didn't expect that the first game would be like this.
It’s hard work, but... I’m very grateful to you all for being able to work together to win the game.”
"What did the president say? We should thank you..."
"Yes, and that guy Riyue almost took the president's life..."
"God knows there will be a carriage rushing over by the roadside! Wouldn't it be the same for you..."
With a gratified smile on his face, the man in the trench coat listened to the endless talk and condemnation, slowly put down his weapon, and then after the light of teleportation enveloped his whole body, he suppressed all the words of his teammates: "Okay,
Let’s not discuss the details. Let’s go back and have a good rest and summarize our experiences...”
"President."
"……Wait a mininute."
Looking at a certain player who suddenly appeared from the side, Huanmeng closed her mouth, waved her hand to the others, indicating that they should wait, and then walked to the side of the seat: "What's the matter?"
"Everyone from Wings of Freedom has finished competing. They...have gone offline."
"Offline?" Huanmeng asked doubtfully, "What do you mean? Have they returned to the game?"
"It's still unclear. People from the fifth team are needed to send the news back."
"……hateful."
After standing there and thinking for a while, the man in the trench coat waved his fist helplessly: "If our game wasn't so late, we should be able to keep up..."
"Apart from flying freely, we have never figured out the whereabouts of Yan Dong. He and his men... are probably still in the game." The man whispered: "Judging from the current situation, he has not joined the team.
The possibility of winning is very high.”
"...That guy is not doing this in the first place. It is normal not to participate." Huanmeng replied slowly: "But...where will he be at this juncture?"
"Do we need to investigate the actions of other guilds?"
"...No need, we don't have that many manpower."
Looking at the still excited crowd in the arena, Huanmeng shook his head and put his hands on his back: "Unless it is absolutely necessary, we should not do such inefficient things. We should just focus on the one target of Wings of Freedom.
after all……"
"They are the most suspicious people."
"…With all due respect, President."
In the crowd, the person who had been lowering his head to report hesitated for a moment, and then slowly asked his question: "Are these things...all true? If they are true..."
"What can we gain from this?"
"...What do you want to ask?" The man's eyes turned around that person, and then he said calmly: "If you want to ask, just ask."
"President..."
The man hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Do we... still want to regain the glory?"
"...Regain the glory, hum."
Huan Meng raised a hand and slowly grasped the sunset in the distance: "That kind of thing... is impossible."
"Even if I have my heart, Dawn Glory cannot become the original Glory." He looked at his men: "Just like the Sky-Breaking Blade... will never come back."
"President..."
"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of fool with a hot head." Huanmeng patted the other party's shoulder, like a serious mentor: "Those who give everything they have for the so-called dreams, fantasies, or regaining something, I
Everything is looked down upon, many things... the past is the past and can never be changed."
"Fate can never be changed."
"My current achievements are high enough." He sighed, and then put his hands on his back again: "I have won the first place, commanded tens of millions of people, dominated so many worlds, and also had a vigorous love, although in the end
None of them had a good ending, but...I am already very satisfied."
"Why bother fighting yourself again for some meaningless fantasies?" he said with a smile.
"If the president thinks so, we feel relieved." The man whispered: "I thought..."
"No, no, no, don't jump to conclusions first." Huanmeng suddenly interrupted the other party: "You subordinates, each one thinks more than the other. It's okay to think the same thing. If you think differently... you will always think differently.
If you like to rebel against me, am I, the president, that easy to bully? Am I that incompetent? It’s just disobedient at ordinary times. Even in the League Cup, it’s so difficult to gather a team to participate..."
"No, President, we don't mean that..."
"I didn't mean that." The man in the trench coat laughed: "But, what do you think? It's better to come out in advance, and don't always guess by yourself. It's still a problem for me to cause misunderstandings.
If it interferes with my judgment..."
"Things may get serious."
"...Subordinate, I understand."
"Okay, keep watching. The next opportunity... I will grasp it myself." Waving his hand, Huan Meng began to walk in the direction of his original seat, but the next moment, he seemed to remember something.
Same, he stopped again: "What's more..."
"Whether it will be our turn...it's not certain yet."
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"Sister Xue! Sister Xue, ho, ho..."
"……What's wrong?"
"Hey, Sister Xue, where have you been? We have been looking for you for a long time..."
"...I've always been here and haven't gone anywhere else."
At the highest point of the arena, at the edge of the stone wall blown by the breeze, a panting player paused for a while next to a cloaked woman, and then pressed his chest and continued: "The president and others have gone back long ago.
He asked me to inform you and go back to the meeting as soon as possible."
"...Why is there another meeting? Does he have any agenda?"
"No, he has nothing."
"...I understand, you can go back."
"Sister Xue, won't you go back?"
"I still want... hmm?"
The motionless cloaked figure suddenly moved, and then slowly turned its head in the player's eyes: "You...which team are you from?"
"Ah? Uh..." The man hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth in a certain cold gaze: "I, I am from the second team..."
"Team 2... hum." The woman's eyes became even colder: "How long have you... been here?"
"I, didn't I just find you?" The man replied with a haha, but his body involuntarily took a step back: "Yes, the president just went offline, but I haven't found you yet.
…”
The woman was silent for a while, but the beautiful face under the hood showed a strange smile: "I... understand."
"Go tell you... our president, I will be there soon." She said calmly: "You can go."
"Ah? Oh...I, I understand." The man stepped back three times, and finally turned around hesitantly: "Then, then I will go back and report..."
"..."
The woman didn't answer, she just looked at him indifferently. After seeing the man running away, she withdrew her gaze: "Ha..."
"You...are you so worried about me?"
She pressed her forehead and sighed, and then murmured. What suddenly appeared in her mind was not the dream she had once had, the plans and goals she had thought about thousands of times, or even the many things Duan Qing had told her before.
Theory and teaching, but what happened just now is the scene of the man being pulled away by a red girl in the eyes of two women in the distance.
"well……"
She murmured: "When...will this end?"
"This is just the beginning."
The scene suddenly shifted to the early morning of January 5th, in the north of Tania City. Duan Qing, who had been identifying for a long time, finally found his destination, and then opened the door of the library in the cold wind of the morning. Originally, he
There were still a lot of tasks and commissions to do, but he still had to shoulder the important task of securing a spot for a certain girl, so he had to put those things aside for the time being and take the lead in arriving at the door of the library he visited yesterday.
, and Thousand-Zhizhe, who once traveled with him, had already gone to another place with a lot of pages at this time, leaving the task of going to the library to him alone. As for the reason... except
In addition to wanting to act separately in the hope of blooming more flowers and completing the goals set by Mengzhu early, they also fulfilled the promise they made yesterday, so that their reputation in the heart of a certain curator would not become a negative number.
.
Of course, only he himself can know whether there is some element of Duan Qing's own will in this.
The early morning in the library seems to be no different from the night I saw yesterday. Except for the difference in light and shadow, the scene in front of me is still as deserted and quiet as ever, which is very consistent with Duan Qing's impression of the library. But just like Duan Qing often experiences
It's the same thing as before, but behind that ordinary scene, there is still a trace of disharmony - a man standing in front of the counter at the door, holding a book in his hand, shaking the book in his hand,
He kept arguing with some old man who was sitting drowsily behind the counter.
"We've just begun... Do you need me to write you a preface?"
"You... still don't think about anything."
"...What should I do?"
"At least they should know..."
"That's not what we should be doing."
"When we live in this place, we should always be..."
The sound was high and low, and intermittent. Even Duan Qing, who pushed the door open, could not distinguish much. Only in the still dark room, there seemed to be a faint echo that was working hard to convey the two voices to every corner.
Conversation between individuals: "No, I wouldn't do that."
"You should do this!"
"No, I will not."
"...Are you stupid because of reading? You spend all day reading! How long has it been since you went out for a look?"
"Isn't this..." The old man opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Duan Qing, who was gradually approaching: "Are you there?"
Boom!
The man with his back to Duan Qing was wearing a piece of coarse cloth. The rough workmanship completely revealed the quality of the clothes. Even the trousers underneath had become tattered.
When the hemp shoes were exposed, they also exposed the man's legs completely. He looked like a refugee from the west of the principality. But the one tied up with a light blue cloth belt, that
The braid on the back of the man's head and his standing posture seemed to indicate the extraordinary temperament of this man, even though he just slapped the book in his hand heavily on the counter in front of him: "Don't quibble! You are already old.
Wiggins, you..."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and saw Duan Qing standing behind him: "Who are you?"
"I am Mo Shangqing..."
"Adventurer?"
Before Duan Qing could finish, the man looked him up and down, tilted his chin and said these words: "Are you an adventurer?"
"Yes, yes." Duan Qing touched his nose slightly awkwardly: "I am indeed an adventurer..."
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." Holding the book in his hand tightly, the man's expression became scary: "You old guy...do you accept students so casually now?"
"...What are you talking about?" An inexplicable smile appeared on the old man's face: "He is just an ordinary..."
"Feynman, Feynman, after so many years, I didn't expect you to turn into such a person." The young-looking man interrupted the other party again: "What are you hiding? Use clumsy words to prevaricate a person.
Old friend? Or... do you think the magic fluctuations in his body can be hidden from my eyes?"
"snort!"
Leaving behind a heavy cold snort, the man brushed his clothes and swept away Duan Qing's body, then walked straight towards the door, and left the place without looking back, as if he didn't even have to say another word.
Done. Duan Qing, who was confused, had not yet recovered from this series of events. The old man behind him muttered again: "This bastard..."
"...Is he your friend?"
"...No, he is not." The old man replied with his eyes closed: "He is...a book lover, someone who comes to this place to read every day."
Why do I look nothing like him... Duan Qing thought silently in his heart.
"Tanya's library has countless book friends coming and going here every day." The old man explained to himself: "If you are interested, you can come and have a look often. Maybe... you can make friends.
Many friends."
"Really? That's really... uh." Duan Qing smiled habitually, recalling the expression of the man just now, but finally wilted: "Forget it, you are all high-level intellectuals, not like us adventurers.
A class of people……"
"Haha, that's fine." The old man looked at the other person and shook his head: "You came very early today."
"Ah, that..." Then Duan Qing scratched his head again: "Didn't I agree yesterday, so I wanted to come over early to complete the task, hahaha..."
"It's a pity." The old man showed a gentle smile, but the next moment he said something that shocked Duan Qing: "But the task of organizing the bookshelf... has been completed by someone else."
"What!? Who did that?"
"Several other adventurers." The old man's beard curled up: "They also received tasks from the association, and just now... they have completed their work, so..."
"Am I unemployed?" Duan Qing clapped his hands on the counter: "Where's the money? Did we give them our money too?"
"Oh, we will definitely not do such things as delayed wages." The old man said with a smile: "The wages...of course have to be given to them."
"Holy shit, you... uh no." Duan Qing, who was furious, just wanted to open his eyes, but was defeated by the old man's mysterious smile: "You, what you did... isn't it appropriate?
ah?"
"Yeah." The old man leaned his back against the seat and nodded: "So..."
"I have prepared a new job for you." He said: "Do you want to... think about it?"
This chapter has been completed!