MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 18 The Bard (The Rock and Roll Look)

When the delphinium went to the first floor, it was even darker.

There are only old-fashioned yellow light bulbs flickering uncomfortably. The environment is quite clean.

There are two doors leading to the outside, one is closed and has a vague frosted glass; the other is open, but with a black leather curtain that hangs low to the outside light.

The twilight of the early morning leaked in from under the door curtain. Against the dim yellow light, a cool and clean light blue appeared.

As the delphinium approached the door, her ears moved slightly—she heard Russell's voice.

She immediately stopped her footsteps, tiptoed over, put her head over curiously, pressed her ears against the door curtain, and shook her ears from time to time to make her ears and door curtain stick tighter.

"...Don't smash it, let's go!"

"Wait a minute, wait until I finish smashing this car..."

She heard the voice of Russell talking to a strange man.

For some reason, she was slightly relieved after confirming that the "boss" was a man.

But delphinium came back to it later, and felt a little puzzled to herself: Why am I so nervous here?

The next moment, she lifted the heavy curtain, lowered her head slightly and walked out.

Looking at the messy tables, the dim lights, the various instruments and stages reserved for the band, and the wooden shelves full of various wines she didn't know.

There are also four huge lying oak barrels, and there are seven or eight smaller oak barrels in a row next to them, each of which has a device similar to a faucet inserted. Delphinium was stunned for several seconds before realizing belatedly—could this be the legendary bar?

Then, she saw what Russell was doing——

At 5:30 in the morning, there were hardly many customers in the bar.

The men in the two corners were still patting each other's shoulders, drinking beer of different colors, and discussing something in a low voice; a man who seemed to have cried was sleeping on the sofa, and he was still covered with someone's mask. A leather coat; a woman in high-heeled shoes is sitting in a corner, drinking a mulled wine while dancing her fingers in the void at high speed like playing a piano.

The place where the bartenders were supposed to be was empty.

Russell and a strong man were sitting in another corner of the room.

The physique of that brawny man is comparable to that of a strangler, and when he sits in front of this machine, it will give people a feeling of "wronging him"-he has to curl up and sit on a very low stone bench to be able to The screen in front of you is fully reflected in your eyes.

In front of them is a huge machine with a joystick and a few buttons on it, and there are two synchronized pixel wind screens.

Delphinium managed to distinguish it, only to realize that this might be an older game.

The flickering of the low refresh rate screen made her eyes a little hurt, she quickly reached out to cover her eyes.

"You finally woke up."

Russell's ears could easily hear the sound of the door curtain being raised, so he casually greeted without even turning his head, "You can sleep well, Flotie."

"Then why did you knock me out?"

Delphinium was a little dissatisfied: "I already feel that I have touched that wall."

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what happened before she fell asleep.

She felt her psychic power begin to swell, and the walls of the Leviathan began to dissolve. Delphinium is very sure that he can advance to the ninth level of Redshift completely and safely.

——That's a redshift of nine levels!

Half a level higher than her nominal uncle "Bad Day", the highest level psyker in the world at the same level as Russell!

Delphinium was annoyed and disappointed that she couldn't help Russell before. It is rare to have the opportunity to improve her psionic level nowadays, she can be said to be quite looking forward to it.

"Because you're not ready."

Russell said, turning around.

He stretched out the index finger and **** of his left hand, pointed to his own eyes, and pointed to the delphinium together again.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a confident smile: "I can see clearly—trust me.

"I guess, you must have 'them' in mind. And use them as a pedal to your understanding...to understand your own psionics."

"—Hey, don't look back!"

The man next to Russell said dissatisfiedly: "You can chat with your wife as much as you like, but don't look back when you talk about you-I can't stand your big brother!"

"Okay, okay, you trashy snack..."

Russell turned around helplessly, his nimble fingers jumped quickly, and rescued the man surrounded by the character.

Delphinium came over, endured the irritation of the eyes from the low refresh rate screen, walked behind Russell and asked softly, "Am I understanding?"

"It's really wrong, because you overlooked one thing..."

Russell fell back lazily, arched his head back, and put his head on the delphinium's belly as usual.

Normally, delphinium would grab his ear at this time, and then touch his chin and cheek. Russell just plays his game every day, and Delphinium plays Russell every day, and each of them plays their own games without conflicting.

"...Ah, sorry."

But soon, he realized something, sat up straight again, and took his head away from the delphinium.

Then Russell coughed lightly and replied, "Because you just understand their 'superior and correct love'.

"But you have forgotten that that kind of "cold correctness"... is inevitably mixed with some kind of hatred. If you awaken in this posture, your psionic growth will be distorted."

"…hatred?"

"Hmm. Disappointment with degenerates. Desperation for the future. Resentment for this fate. Feeling a sense of gap between the past and the present. Since they can have the emotion of "love", why can't they have the emotion of "hate"?" ?

"Of course the Ikes can be hated—the Ikes do have such motives.

"The nameless enemy has nothing to do with them, but they are also imprisoned together in this small cell; human beings are so weak and incompetent, making the same mistakes over and over again, yet they are bound by the commandments , and cannot use their own power to cross the line. Like the most stupid student, he has repeated it five or six times, fifteen or six times, but still can’t remember. The teacher has taught that blood pressure is high, but he has to be patient and continue to teach.

"Since people can lose their temper... why don't they? "

"...Are you saying that there is also an element of revenge in this?"

Delphinium seemed to understand something.

She finally understood where she had gone wrong—she saw the dragons as "perfectly gentle gods," but they were not so holy and great.

They do look after humans and protect the world. But that doesn't mean they can never get angry...Of course they will hold grudges, be disappointed, and throw tantrums.

"Two equally correct futures, and one of them can make people 'suffer,'. This is a kind of relief for them.

"It's like when playing a 4X strategy game, I found that there are some 'tricksters' whose satisfaction is still not improved, or their education is not enough, or they always make various sick demands, or they just support themselves The "trend of thought" runs in opposite directions, always making trouble for oneself, and it will only hinder the progress. But as a "player", it is impossible to directly destroy or drive away this part of the population——

"Well, if you can "starve them by raising taxes", "kill them by causing accidents, or simply send them to distant galaxies or towns and let them be captured by the enemy, sending troops will Its destruction... and why not?

"Don't forget, they were able to leave from the very beginning - and compared with their former "partners", humans are so mediocre and incompetent.

"From this point of view, they left here to farm. Isn't it a kind of escape because of 'tired heart'?

? Why did they make up their minds and refuse to become kings again? Presumably, they felt tired and disappointed during those thousand years.

"What they hold is indeed a noble and correct love from a higher perspective... This kind of group love is indeed lethal to the individual. But this lethality is not It all comes from "love", and it is also mixed with selfishness.

"Now, you understand why I knocked you unconscious. "

"…I understand."

Delphinium nodded, reached out to press her chest, and closed her eyes to let her agitated heart sink again.

Her reason told her that Russell was right.

"thanks."

"Why are you being polite to me..."

Russell sighed helplessly.

The man on the side had been listening quietly before.

Until this moment, he suddenly interjected in some surprise: "You are talking about... a giant dragon?"

Delphinium was startled at once, amazed that he could understand it—and also realized that Russell hadn't told him about these things even though he didn't shy away from him?

"Don't worry, Flotie. This is my former landlord, my eldest brother, and my friend. Not an outsider.

"By the way, the room you slept in before was where my mother and I used to live...You slept in my bed."

Russell chuckled, and introduced casually: "His code name is Wolf Sound. He is a very famous rock musician... Have you noticed? He is an elf."

"—In the jargon of our industry before, this profession should be called a bard."

Langyin smiled and replied casually.

Only then did Delphinium realize belatedly...that this man actually has long ears. Because he has a sports headband on his head. With shoulder-length naturally curly black hair reminiscent of an artist, delphinium didn't even notice his ears at first glance.

This was the first time delphinium had seen such a strong elf.

But at this moment, Delphinium was attracted by another thing:

"You and Alice...were you sleeping in the same bed?"

Her complexion is a little strange.

Isn't there just one bed in that room?

Russell choked, coughed twice, and then quickly explained: "I lived in the school after I went to school, didn't I tell you before?"

"right…"

Delphinium nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

She reached out and put Russell's head on her stomach, unconsciously stroking his chin.

Russell struggled slightly, but did not struggle away. The delphinium's hand has always been as strong as steel, and Russell didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting the delphinium.

"...Hey, won't it hurt the baby if you keep pressing it like this?"

"Even if I have a baby, I have to take care of my big baby."

Delphinium said leisurely, with a firm attitude.

"Then tonight, let's sleep together. I passed out before, and I didn't feel anything when I fell asleep—this time I have to hold you to sleep."

What kind of vinegar are you eating...

Russell muttered in his heart~www.novelbuddy.com~ but he didn't say it out of his desire to survive.

He just whispered, "There are outsiders here..."

"It's okay, it's not very strange."

Lang Yin asked solemnly; "How many months are younger brothers and sisters now?"

"Just a month."

Feeling the warmth of Russell's cheeks due to shyness, Delphinium chatted with Langyin openly.

"Then you have to take it easy. At least three months before and after."

"Well, we know."

"Actually, if you want to talk about it, it's best to take it easy in the middle four months. Of course, this is just a suggestion, brother..."

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