Chapter 751 The Birth of Doubts
"The system of the alien continent, let me think about how to describe it."
Mo Cheng lowered his head and began to seriously think about the system of Zhongyang Continent. "I don't know much about magic, but I know a little about martial arts."
"Their martial arts are divided into six major categories: hard, soft, dynamic, static, clever, and clumsy. After reaching the top of each major category, one can move on to the adjacent major category, from dynamic to clever, from clever to soft, from soft to static, from static to clumsy, from clumsy to hard, and from hard to dynamic."
"At the same time, the order doesn't necessarily have to be according to what I said. You can be flexible, quiet, clumsy and hard, or hard, clumsy, quiet, flexible and flexible."
Mo Cheng drew a circle on the ground, and then wrote six large characters on it, "They are like this circle. No matter where you start from, you will eventually return to the beginning and form a circle."
The combination of these six systems forms one of the foundations of [Heart Martial Arts].
Mo Cheng did not understand what the girl next to him meant, and actually thought that she was quite interested in the system of the alien continent.
It's like a political expert discussing the impact of the arrest of the former President of America on the situation in front of the opposite sex, or like an expert on Ming history talking about how "internal strife will lead to the destruction of a country, and the destruction of a country will also result in internal strife" and how absurd it is.
What stands out is the emotional intelligence that fails to understand the girl's mind.
But Margaret already knew that Mo Cheng's emotional intelligence was hopeless, so she didn't expect him to say anything else at this time.
"Speaking of which, what's the current progress on the clues you're collecting?"
"It solves a small part of the mystery, but it raises many more questions."
[Real Person], [Illusion], and the blueprint of [King Dom] and [Mad King Dom], who is that bard...
Various problems popped up like mushrooms after rain, making Mo Cheng, who was not good at this kind of thing, feel extremely overwhelmed.
He had thought about it more than once and decided to just rush into the palace of the Vahlan Empire and have a life-and-death battle with Mad King Dom.
However, he quickly suppressed this thought.
There is no point in doing that and there is not much chance of winning.
Margaret lowered her head. "Those followers must know something. Our best course of action is to find them and then ask for what we want."
Mo Cheng shrugged, "But the problem is that the followers are hiding very deeply. If they don't show up, it won't be easy for us to find them."
In this copy, although Mo Cheng is not a lone man, there are only a few people who can support him without any reason.
If it were normal times, Mo Cheng would at least have the resources and manpower of a country like Andair to use, and the intelligence agency trained by Loni, who was born in the Inquisition, would not leave Mo Cheng completely in the dark about various clues.
Not to mention that its followers had gone through hundreds of years of development, he could easily imagine what a behemoth it was.
The individual combat power of the Followers organization may not threaten Mo Cheng, but as long as they are determined to hide, Mo Cheng will not have many ways to find them.
"No, we still have a way." Margaret shook her head and looked towards Sawyer's residence. "The followers wanted to kill Sawyer because we found him. This means that Sawyer must have relevant clues, and they are important clues that cannot be ignored."
"He left some things unsaid."
"Perhaps it's the idea of self-protection."
"It is also possible that he was thinking about not leaking the information that could threaten the followers." Mo Cheng's fingers moved slightly. He had begun to think about whether [Nightmare] could force something out of Sawyer's mouth, such as information about the followers that Sawyer knew but did not tell them.
"What are you going to do? Sawyer is too weak, and his body can't stand the torture. And we also have to consider the upcoming elves, and whether the information he holds is restricted by magic."
Although Sawyer is a half-elf, his body is weaker than that of an ordinary human. It can be said that this kind of physique is the most difficult to interrogate, because the limit of safe interrogation is very small, and there is no so-called [safe interrogation] at all. Just a little pressure is enough to cause serious damage to the body.
Even though Mo Cheng has holy light with great healing power, Sawyer's health bar is completely 1/1. No matter how powerful the holy light healing is, it cannot fill up the health bar that has returned to zero.
"Let's get Sawyer safely to the elves first, and we can talk about other things later."
Mo Cheng did not fully express his plan. If Sawyer did not reveal the important information about the followers before leaving, then Mo Cheng would have no choice but to resort to some unfriendly methods.
Use [Nightmare] at maximum power to reproduce Sawyer's memory in a dream, but even if Sawyer doesn't die, he will end up with mental confusion and split personality.
The two kept chatting casually until noon.
At the agreed time, two elves appeared at the residence of Mo Cheng and others. They were sent by Sawyer's mother. Judging from the equipment and decorations on the two elves, their status was not low.
Then, it can be inferred that Sawyer's mother, who was able to send two elves to pick up people, must have a high status in the elf tribe.
Sawyer didn't have anything to pack, so he followed the two elves and left. Before leaving, he extended his hand to Mo Cheng, "Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I would have been stinking and rotting in the house."
When he held Mo Cheng's hand, he lowered his head and said quickly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Go search the forest in three hours. I will leave a mark. If you find my body, go to the tavern and tell the bartender that the tree has fallen."
Sawyer patted the back of Mo Cheng's hand vigorously. His eyes, which had been cloudy and blurry due to long-term drunkenness, were now exceptionally sober and serious.
"Thank you, my friend. I hope I can help you in some way. From now on, I won't need your help anymore."
After hinting to Mo Cheng not to follow, Sawyer followed the two elves and left.
Watching the three people leave, Mo Cheng grinned helplessly, "Do people in this time period always speak in riddles?"
Why did Sawyer hint that he would die, and why did he choose to follow those elves after knowing his own death?
If he was not afraid of death, why did he leave with Mo Cheng when he came to him because he was afraid of the masked organization?
Questions continue to arise.
