MTL - First Player-Chapter 735 seven hundred and thirty three

   Chapter 735 Chapter 733 "He is Akto."

   "—Welcome everyone to the dinner."

  Actor wore a white suit similar to Su Ming'an, and a tailored suit outlined his slender figure. He toasted people from afar.

   His aura was neither sharp nor evil, but it was enough to overwhelm everyone.

  Su Mingan noticed that there was a red-haired woman next to Akto, who seemed to be Faith.

Under the light of    Huangjin, Akto walked down the steps slowly, and there was a kind of accessible and vast aura in his eyes:

   "I have always believed that reputation and virtue are the decorations of the soul. Without them, the body, although beautiful, should not be considered beautiful. Just comprehending the unique beauty in you is a proposition that interests me very much."

  Light fell on his shoulders, and these luxuriously dressed men and women were reflected in his dark gray pupils. He walked past the dessert table covered with a white tablecloth, and the silver candlestick glowed with a layer of gold and silver.

   His hands were folded, as if he was observing, and at the same time he was thinking.

"Obviously, everyone present is very beautiful in my eyes. I like the way you look." He stepped forward to meet people's gaze, stood up, and raised the red wine glass on the small table beside him: "May you be so beautiful. , have a good night here."

   The people raised their glasses again.

  Glittering crystal cups, sun-like crystal ceilings, sparkling diamonds on people's dresses.

  —These radiant halos are dazzling.

  Su Ming'an squinted - the Akto in memory, is he such a person?

   not like.

  Actor does not like to use mechanical legs, so he has been sitting in a wheelchair. This person is unlikely to be Akto, more like a god.

  The **** stood on the stage, and the people who believed in him stood under the stage, and their eyes were faintly red.

  This is a gorgeous paradise, but it is occupied by demons.

  Suddenly, Arctor tilted his wrists, and suddenly, he poured the red wine on his own white collar, dyed on his chest, and the blood-colored liquid slipped down the white suit and penetrated into the red carpet.

"By the way, I don't like people's chests being too clean." He threw away the empty cup in his hand: "This shows that they only care about sorting their collars and pay attention to flashy appearance. I prefer that they have **** appearance.

  Whether covering his shirt with frost or dyeing his collar red with blood, that is the human being that I love. I don't want the roots of humanity to be lost, and the righteousness of humanity is bound to the inescapable survival of the individual. in short-"

   "I like how you pave the way for the future."

   He has a charm that makes everyone superstitious about him.

   It seems that just a few words can deceive the gambler of all the chips.

  People spilled the red wine in their hands on their chests, as if this was some kind of unified sacrificial behavior. The bright red wine dripped down their clothes, leaving a circle of marks on the smooth china stone, like a dead fire that burns out.

   Such a uniform scene seems to be singing in unison.

  Amidst the shadows, they shouted—

   We praise your greatness.

   We celebrate your name.

   May you always lead us.

  “…”

  Su Mingan felt more and more strange about this Akto. The words have a demagogic power, even if they say some inexplicable words, it is like a missionary halo skill.

   "Then, please enjoy this banquet to the fullest." Akto said one last sentence and left the banquet hall. He did not come to Su Mingan alone, as if Su Mingan did not exist.

   "I'll go out." Su Mingan said to Cheng Luohe and went out.

   After exiting the banquet hall, the damp and cold air was oncoming, and Su Ming'an's reddish complexion began to fade. Standing at the door for a moment, he heard people talking:

   "It is said that the city lord is working on eight types of personalities recently! It seems that he wants to formulate a new class order and use personalities to divide classes..."

   "Then we must be excellent personalities. Haha, think about our contributions in the Battle of Dawn, the city lord will not treat us badly..."

   connected before and after.

   Counting the time, Aktor is about to build the city of surveying. The city-state system that divides personalities by the dawn system is beginning to emerge.

  Su Mingan walked out, but did not see Akto. Outside this door is a fountain garden, and the sound of insects can be vaguely heard on the stone-paved path. The garden is full of roses and lilies that look like real flowers under simulated light and smell.

   He heard the sound of a swing swinging. When I got closer, under the moonlight, a black-haired father and son were talking, and the boy's short legs were swaying on the swing.

   "Why don't you go to the dinner party? We are all here, why are you angry?" The father taught his son.

   "I don't like that city lord! I don't want to go in and see him! He's a tyrant!" The boy was full of dissatisfaction.

   Father heard the words, his face was shocked, and he immediately reached out and covered the boy's mouth. This kind of short insult may bring death to their whole family.

"Don't say this for the rest of your life, keep it in your stomach, and you can't say it at home!" Father said: "As long as you work hard for the city-state, don't be careful! Don't go to play with your fellow rebels! Those They're all bad boys!"

   A cold wind blew, and the rose bushes rustled. Su Mingan approached the father and son, his eyes rubbed on the middle-aged father's face for a while.

   After a while, Su Mingan said:

   "Yaowen?"

   The middle-aged father was slightly startled. He turned his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes and cloudy eyes.

   "You know me? Who are you?" the middle-aged father said.

   This young man who ventured to lead the enemy away during the War of Dawn, and who was silent again, grew up safely, even married a wife and had children, and became a middle-aged man who obeyed the city-state and lost his blood.

  Su Ming'an said, "The city owner has suddenly become cruel and ruthless. Who do you think I can be?"

   Yaowen's eyes flickered for a while, as if confirming, but also hesitating. His fingers rubbed against the skin of the back of his neck, as if he were arranging his hair.

   He kept silent, only his son said happily: "Brother, you are here to overthrow the city lord, right! I support you! That bad city lord has taken away many of my friends!"

   "Sorry, the child can't speak." Yaowen pulled his son back, dodging his eyes: "I don't know you."

   Mingming has already used honorifics, which means that Yaowen guessed Su Mingan's true identity, but still wants to be a blind man.

   "...I understand." Su Mingan said.

Looking at Yaowen, he seemed to see many adults whose edges and corners had been rubbed off, gradually becoming more sophisticated, and giving up many things for stability. People say this is called growth - this is very rational, and it is the best judgment combining all factors , he will not accuse.

   He turned around.

"—That." Yaowen still couldn't help but tell Su Mingan some information: "The city lord's real mother is bitter and mean, and often abused the city lord when she was young. She died before the cataclysm of the century. So in two dimensions, the city lord simulated His ideal image of a mother, named Faith—she likes to give him milk, she likes to nag, she's essentially a mother's character template. So when she gets along with us, she's like a too young mother."

  Su Mingan nodded. Yaowen actually knew the truth of 2D, but unfortunately he couldn't go the same way.

   He was about to take a step, Yaowen said again:

   "—Only by obedience to the gods can human beings survive, and the rebels have been captured, including Sen. Isn't it?"

   This is to persuade to surrender.

  Perhaps in Yaowen's eyes, Su Ming'an's current situation, wanting to seize the regime in Doomsday City, is simply a fantasy.

   "Sen was the benefactor who took you in at the beginning. Now you say it in such a frivolous tone." Su Ming'an said, "How sad, that is your senior."

   He didn't want to stay any longer.

   But I heard Yaowen's cry:

   "Sorry... I don't have a senior who can't see reality clearly."

  Su Mingan turned his head and saw Yaowen bursting with tears in the moonlight. He was old, and turbid tears streamed down his gully-like face. He was holding his young son, slightly slung on his back. Time has not only taken away the youthful faces of some people, but also smoothed their pride.

"If you can't see the reality... no matter how much blood is useless..." Yaowen choked: "City lord, I am no longer a brat who will sacrifice myself, I have a wife and son, I'm sorry I can't follow you …”

   His fingers were removed from the back of his neck, and a few black hairs were scattered on the ground.

  Su Ming'an stopped and walked towards the banquet hall.

  Leaving only one big and one small under the moonlight, standing beside the empty swing, pulling out a long black shadow.

   "Click."

  Su Mingan quietly entered the banquet hall. On the high platform, Akto was sitting in front of a piano and playing, his fingers seemed to be pulling the flowing moonlight.

  …historically, Actor did play the piano.

   This piano piece, which Su Mingan has heard before, is a transposition of the Song of Freedom. This piece of declaring war on the gods was actually played by the gods himself, which is really ironic.

When the song    ended, Akto stepped down from the high platform, and the men and women in the banquet applauded and complimented each other.

   "It's just a personal hobby, it's nothing." Akto said modestly, suddenly, he moved his eyes and raised his voice:

   "I heard that there is another person in this banquet hall who is good at piano, can you let him play a song for us?"

   His voice penetrated the huge banquet hall. People looked around, trying to find this person.

   "Anyone among us can play the piano?"

   "Who..."

   "It's an honor for the city owner to remember this person..."

  Cheng Luohe immediately grabbed Su Mingan's sleeve: "Sir, don't stand up and embarrass him alone."

   But soon, Cheng Luohe discovered that this was wrong. Even if no NPC knew that Su Mingan could play the piano, the players present knew that they all looked at the sofa where Su Mingan was.

  —The eyes of the players betrayed Su Mingan.

   At this moment, Akto looked at Su Ming'an at the right time and smiled, "Can I ask you to come and play a song? The new chief of the dungeon."

  People looked solemn.

   Anyone who is involved in a dungeon will cause a large-scale cleansing and massacre, but now the city owner actually invites the chief of the dungeon...

   In the sight of everyone's nervousness, joking, hesitation, and hesitation, Su Mingan raised his head and said lightly:

"don't want."

   He rejected Aktor.

  Everyone held their breaths. According to past experience, the city owner would be furious.

   "Can you tell me the reason?" Akto was very patient.

   "If I play it, it will suppress your skills to nothing." Su Mingan said.

   The banquet hall became audible as needles fell.

   After a moment of silence, Akto said with undiminished demeanor: "It's okay, I really want to feel your music."

  Su Mingan no longer refused and stood up. He stepped onto the high platform, and everyone's eyes were always fixed on his back.

   Fingers paused on the keys for a moment, and Su Mingan began to play. He just needs emotional points.

   He played the self-composed "Missing", which he played for students at Constantine University, the city of measurement. The notes are like the bright and tactful moonlight, and like the spring breeze caressing the grass.

   People gradually heard the difference.

   The piano piece that Akto has just played is more like a show of skill, like a robot pressing down the keys quickly and step by step. On the other hand, Su Mingan is different. There are emotions in his piano music, and there are self pauses and reflections between the light and the heavy, more like a flowing stream than a dry ditch.

   There is a clear gap between the two.

  “…”

  People fell silent immediately, and no one dared to applaud even after Su Mingan finished playing the song. People looked at Akto who was standing by the piano in fear, worried that Thunder was furious after he was slapped in the face.

  Actor was also silent for a while.

   After a while, he said softly, "It's not like me..."

  Su Mingan stared at his face.

   "Guess what I heard?" said Arctor.

   "I don't guess." Su Mingan said.

   "Misery." Akto replied himself: "Even if it's a melodious tune, I hear plenty of suffering... Suffering is embedded in your life. It's something I can't play."

  Actor turned around and looked at the silent men and women.

   "That's right." Akto pointed at Su Ming'an casually, and suddenly said something that shocked everyone:

"This is the city lord Akto who has led you for more than 30 years - he established this city-state, continued human civilization time and time again, and saved all your lives. And I'm just a dove occupying a magpie's nest. The impostor, now he's showing up - any of you going to follow him?"

  His voice was not loud, but in an extremely quiet room, it was enough for everyone to hear.

  Su Mingan was startled.

   He looked at the people, and some of them seemed excited and wanted to support Su Mingan.

   "By the way, there is one more thing." Akto added: "Only I can contact the resources of [Hewei], he cannot."

   for a moment.

   The flames in the eyes of these people went out.

  The banquet hall was silent.

  “…”

  Su Mingan's hand rested on the piano board, trembling slightly.

   (end of this chapter)