Chapter 742 741. How to Use Four Positive Words to Form a Derogatory Word

After leaving the royal city of the Vahlan Empire, Mo Cheng had no intention of communicating with anyone else, so he simply found a place to rest without being disturbed.

Seeing that Mo Cheng had no obvious injuries, others also thought that Mo Cheng might have consumed too much because he killed White Dragon Hiss first, then bombed the Vahlan Empire's royal city with meteorites, and then fought [Mad King Dom]. Need to find a place to rest.

It's just that their guesses were wrong.

In the room, Mo Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor, constantly thinking about the feeling when he fought against [Mad King Dom] just now.

The more I recall, the more I feel like something is wrong.

However, he couldn't tell, and he couldn't find where the strangeness that he didn't know came from came from.

But Mo Cheng believed in his own feeling. There must be something in it that he hadn't thought of yet.

"King, mistake, mad king, resurrection, evil..."

That story kept repeating itself in Mo Cheng's mind, but Mo Cheng discovered that there were many elements that had been consciously hidden in this story.

A story is just a story because it has happened and the ending is determined.

But the story is not just a story, because Mo Cheng also needs to find clues from this ambiguous story.

For example, the identity of that group of followers, where the technology to create [King Dom] comes from, and why the gods turn a blind eye to the actions of those followers...

Who is the bard who is the prototype of [King Dom]?

as well as……

Why did the bard die?

None of these stories are stated clearly, but Mo Cheng knows that the cause of the bard's death must be closely related to the followers' tireless efforts to resurrect him.

Generally speaking, if you really want to resurrect someone, either that person is very important to the person who thinks so, or that person is very important to something or even on a larger level.

And when the number of people who want to resurrect the bards is not just a few, but an entire organization in the dark, and even after spending three hundred years to control several countries, the answer is self-evident.

But this raises new questions.

What is that [purpose]?

The [purpose] of the followers resurrecting the bard cannot be said to be simply to resurrect him.

Without a [purpose] that everyone agrees with, there is no way for a group of people to form an organization and work for this [purpose] for three hundred years.

And this [story] also involves witches and chaos.

It is absolutely impossible for the old man who came here specifically to provide information to come to Mo Cheng with the idea of ​​letting more people know about this matter.

Everyone has their own position, every character has their own demands, and every force has its own position. The most important thing is that every piece of information and clues that Mo Cheng obtains cannot be guaranteed to be absolutely accurate.

When layers are added up, the whole thing is shrouded in a layer of fog.

The more I think about it, the more questions I have. The more questions I have, the more confused my thinking becomes. Those chaotic thoughts are like a mess of threads, with no beginning or end to be found.

"Talk! I hate copies that need to be decrypted."

Mo Cheng is not good at this. If he could, he wouldn't even want to understand this unknown story.

But when there is no way to crush them in terms of strength, and when there is no way to overcome skill with force, the collection of intelligence is necessary and unavoidable.

Suddenly, the past experience of leading a wild group to explore decrypted dungeons in [Foreign Land] came to mind, and the memories of the past directly gave Mo Cheng a fierce punch.

If there are male and female friends among the members of the wild group, then in order to show off in front of his girlfriend, the male often hides the key clues first. When the clues are broken and no one can do anything, he slowly reveals it and enjoys the admiration of his girlfriend.

And this kind of thing is not a special case, because the decryption copy does not require much fighting, so it is very suitable for dating activities between male and female friends. Because of men’s damn desire to win, once there are more than one pair of male and female friends in the group, then It is simply a werewolf killing waiting to be fought, or a virtual version of escape room, scripted killing.

At first, Mo Cheng tolerated the group of members who interfered with the normal progress of the book, but after a few times, he couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as the book was delayed, he would kill the men in front of others, and then beat the women to the verge of death. die.

Send them back to the city together. Qingqing, I'm too kind. It's better to run away in separate parts of the world.

He thought that doing so would make others restrain themselves, but he later realized that he was too naive.

So after holding his nose and downloading the decrypted copies several times and getting what he needed, Mo Cheng never touched the decrypted copies again.

"Damn, the memory of the dead next one suddenly attacked me."

The only thing that Mo Cheng was thankful for was that at least this time he didn't need to lead a wild group, but it didn't seem to be that good news.

After taking a long breath, Mo Cheng went out and asked where Windissa was.

During this time, Mo Cheng was a complete outsider. He knew very well that it was impossible for him to find the hidden secrets by himself.

But he knew there was someone who could help him.

Windissa, a novelist and bard who ran away from home because of a conflict with her family and visited taverns in various countries.

For Windisha, novelist and bard were her main jobs, while mercenaries were part-time jobs when she had no money to buy wine and couldn't hand in manuscripts.

She is quite like the great master Sanhe who wants to play for three days a day. I don't know whether I should call her cheerful and open-minded or heartless.

…

"Hey, Mo Cheng, I heard you are looking for me?"

Before asking a few people, Windissa appeared in front of Mo Cheng with Margaret and Doris. She threw a bottle of wine over, "How are you? Is your injury feeling better?"

In principle, drinking or bringing alcohol is not allowed in the military camp, but only for those soldiers and officers who need to command and fight.

There are almost no big restrictions on those who have reached the level of [Hero]. After all, the main force in this war is those who can fight one against a hundred.

"I heard you said that before you went to the battlefield, you worked as a bard in taverns in various countries?"

Bard is Windissa's second profession. The reason why she took up the job is because the novel author of her first profession repeatedly defaulted on manuscripts, and the editor came directly to her with a knife to press for manuscripts, causing her to run away.

Moreover, there was more than one publishing house that was in arrears with manuscripts. She basically checked all the publishing houses in the surrounding countries. In a sense, Windisha was on the list of publishing houses in various countries.

It is a derogatory word composed of four positive words.

For example: Yoshihiro Togashi.

To publishing houses in various countries, that name is Windissa.

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