At this time, Mo Xin slowly let out a sigh of relief, and finally forcibly controlled the legs that were still trembling slightly. Looking at Moxiso, who was calmly talking in front of the gods, he couldn't help but show a shocked look. At the moment when he met the revelryman's eyes, he only felt his adrenaline rush, and as he left the Broken Sword Territory, Manha's secret sigh echoed in his mind, and those merciless words were like a sharp knife, cutting through the curtain of shame on the Orin plane mercilessly with its sharp blade.

But when the indifferent purple eyes stared at him, he felt as if his soul had been forcibly pulled out of his shell, exposed to the scorching flames, while the honored guests waited quietly for their food to be cooked. The eyes that regarded life as indifferent as grass mustard all questioned Mosin with a sharp and piercing roar!

A plate of food that doesn't taste good!

How dare you! So daring!

It was the strange howl of countless hungry people, and that howl echoed in Mosin's mind, reverberating at the very foundation of his soul!

Thankfully, the strong nerves and tenacity cultivated by years of fighting on the battlefield allowed Mosin to hold on to the maddening howl until the revelers looked away from him. Or rather, the celebrant looked away from him before he was about to collapse any longer.

In short, when he saw that Moxiso did not seem to have stage fright, but instead talked and even joked with Fran in front of the gods, Mosin had a strange feeling of shock and fear. This indescribable feeling made him even forget where he was for a while, until Morgan, who had also recovered from a series of upheavals just now, quietly tugged at Mosin and signaled to hurry back to his senses.

Mosin came back to his senses from the boundless thoughts, but saw Fran on the high platform looking at him, and the old butler who had obviously been waiting for a long time beside him, Mosin smiled awkwardly at the old butler, revealing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth. Apparently the old butler had been waiting for some time, and he coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment, and took out a small box from his pocket, and solemnly handed it to the old butler who had been waiting for a long time.

The old butler did not neglect the size of the box, and as before, he carefully held the box and placed it solemnly in front of Fran.

Fran opened the box, and the inside of the box was not decorated in the slightest, except for an ordinary key.

Mosin touched his head, a little sneering, obviously the gifts from the two previous friends made his key look rather cold. But at this time, he couldn't make up for it, so he could only say in a sullen voice.

"A heavy locomotive should have been delivered to the Norton Pavilion by now. This was supposed to be a coming-of-age gift for you, but who knew that fighting would suddenly break out on the front line, and by the time I could return, your birthday would have already passed. Mo Xin touched his hair, a little embarrassed, "I've always wanted to find a time for you, but haven't I always had a chance." And then you are going to have this feast of bliss, just ...... By the way......"

After speaking, Mosin seemed afraid that Fran would not like this gift, and hurriedly added, "This locomotive uses the latest small special magic crystal engine, and the horsepower is definitely enough to be powerful. I also got a bunch of prisoners of war from the elves, and asked them to help design the appearance to ensure that the wind is pulled. There were also a bunch of family mechanics who heard that it was a gift for you, and they all ran over and added some weird things to it. The guys in the logistics department squatted at the door of the production room every day to see who was going to add the contraband that was secretly stolen from the logistics department. ”

Mosin was a little incoherent, "After the old man heard about this, he found an excuse to pull the logistics department away, and then asked the bunnies to pay attention to proportion, they had a good time, and when they passed through the plane gate, the garrison almost thought that I was going to commit treason." If it weren't for the old man's hands and eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to squat in the Mounted Police Station for a while......"

After saying a bunch of some and nothing, Mo Xin suddenly hung his head a little depressed, "Alas, it's all the blame for the old man's poor family, and he can't find a gift that can be used for a big broken sword, and I won't give this kind of gift that I originally planned to give out again." Fran, this locomotive should be regarded as an atonement first, and when I return to the front line, I will pull the old man's beard, and I will also ask you for another birthday gift and ...... worthy of your identity Belch...... This is a gift of this banquet ......"

The bear-like man was unprecedentedly cramped, and his previous impassioned expression had long since disappeared, and he was already an elder who seemed a little guilty for not coming up with a suitable gift.

Fran's gaze was flat, but his calm face had already risen and fallen a little, and he spoke softly, soothing the cramped Mosin, "It's okay, Uncle Mosin, I love this gift, it's my favorite gift I've received so far." ”

Mosin was stunned when he heard this, raised his head bowed in shame, and looked at Fran on the high platform, and after a while, he was not good at expressing his emotions, and he could only stammer, blushing, but what he said was irrelevant, "Ben...... Originally, there was a house, right next door to Broken Sword, but now you have the Norton Pavilion......"

Fran shook his head, "That's enough, I love this gift." ”

Mosin nodded in a daze, but he didn't know what to say for a while. The Crazy Lady rolled her eyes, obviously not appreciating the brute bear, and waved her hand, and the heavy curtain that had separated the guests gradually dissipated, and the noisy discussion of the banquet drowned out the three of them like a tidal wave.

Mosin didn't know how he got back to his seat, he just felt like everything was dizzy, everything was so unreal. It wasn't until Morgan touched his shoulder that he reacted.

"Huh?"

Morgan was a little helpless, looking at this former comrade-in-arms, he could only repeat what he had just said again, "I said, wait for me and Moxiso to sit with you, and you can let Manha explain today's events well." ”

"You're crazy, too." Moxiso shook his glass, "You must know that if Fran is not there today, if there is no friendship between the three of us and Fran, we will all have to explain there, not even the soul or the body at all." ”

Mosin sneered and touched his hair, wisely pushing everything to Manhat, who was far away in the territory, "It's all Manha's idea." You know him. ”

Morgan sneered, "If you didn't know what kind of person he is, I'm afraid that the one who is talking to you now is Lao Tzu's gun......"

Mo Xin sneered, not daring to go back to the past as before, after all, this thing was originally done by his own family, but with a smile and a smile, he felt a little dizzy, "Did you just hear that?" ”

Morgan pinched a can of cold beer and spread it on his seat, the previous roller coaster experience scared him enough, his back was already soaked in cold sweat at this time, but he didn't care about any waiter seeking revenge or something, how cool it was, "What? ”

"Fran, he called me uncle, eh."

The poor beer can that had just been pulled open was directly pinched flat by Morgan's shock, and the beer with the malty aroma flowed down Morgan's wrist. Looking at Morgan, who was scrambling to wipe his beer down his wrist with a tissue, Moxiso shrugged, "And then?" Is that all? ”

Mosin was very serious, and said in a shocking voice, "But he called you Mr. Moxiso!" ”

Moxiso's hand squeezing the goblet stiffened.

Something suddenly occurred to some of the scrambling guys wiping their clothes, and then the hand that was wiping the clothes stiffened at the same time, and the raging liquor took advantage of the gap to quickly seep into the obviously expensive gown.

Fran looked at the audience, and after hesitating for a while, the guests around him had begun to come forward one after another to offer gifts, which were nothing more than some precious specialties with high value, but Fran only gave a formulaic thank-you, and there was no such lively scene as before.

Even the voyeur was a little bored and kept grabbing a jade pendant on the waist of the dead emperor with his claws, but the dead emperor was not angry, but took off the jade pendant and held it in his hand to tease the house cat, constantly teasing the demigod voyeur in his arms. If you look at it unknowingly, you probably think it's just an ordinary owner playing with cute cats.

The Crazy Lady lay in the arms of the celebrants, her eyes constantly sweeping among the guests in the audience, as if searching for someone. The partyer's hand kept rubbing between the black hair of the mad lady, and he turned his head to look at Furlong who was still playing with the key, "Love this gift?" ”

Fran nodded, "Well, Mosin, he's the only one who remembers my birthday, apart from Morin and Poson...... Well...... I guess I'm an elder. He was such a fool, it was just a verbal agreement at the time, and it was just relying on his demonic resistance to pollution to help him save some ordinary humans. And he also fulfilled his promise as promised. But why do you care about me all the time? Even a lot of the time, he would silently help me solve some problems, even if I didn't ask him to help me. ”

There was some confusion in Furlong's eyes, "I don't understand this kind of behavior, it's just a deal between me and him, and after the deal is completed, we don't owe anyone anything to each other." ”

The revelator rubbed the hand of the mad lady with a slight pause, and he said gently, "What would you do if someone saved the lives of that brother and sister when they were in crisis?" ”

Fran thought for a moment, and his eyes unconsciously swept over Mo Lin and Po Sen in the audience. Mo Lin noticed Furlong's gaze and smiled brightly at Furlong, without any anger at all. Poson buried his head in solving the food in front of him.

"Yes, I will meet all of that person's requests, as long as I can do it."

The Celebrant nodded, "You can think of it this way, the people you rescued have as much importance in the hearts of that mortal named Mosin as the brother and sister in your heart. ”