Four Split Personalities

Motan smiled pleasantly and stopped reconstructing history, shaking his head, "But this task shouldn’t last that long, and the first divergence is just a trap, who would be foolish enough to play a time-wasting game on someone else’s home turf?"

With a disdainful curl of his lip, Motan, knowing he had little time left, stood up and leisurely made himself a cup of fine coffee. After taking a couple of sips, he exhaled with a sound that could only be described as lascivious.

Preparation time is over—

Casually placing the coffee on the table, the Young City Lord Sang Qiao of the Glittering City swaggered with a bold gait to open the door, gesturing to a young guard outside the study, who bore a resemblance in both appearance and stature to himself, "You, come in for a moment."

The young man, who was originally chatting with his colleagues by the fireplace, immediately stood up straight, responded with a "Yes," and strode into the study.

After giving a crisp, clear smile to those outside, Motan shut the door behind him and directly addressed the young guard standing at the door, eyes looking straight ahead: "Would you die for me, buddy?"

"Of course, sir."

The young man showed no sign of shock but calmly nodded, "I’d be happy to."

"Great, from now on, you’re Sang Qiao."

Motan clapped his hands happily and began undressing. Meanwhile, the young man, originally brought to the Georgia Territory as a ’double’ for Sang Qiao, and loyal to the point of devotion, unhesitatingly took off his guard outfit.

It must be said, if a romantically-inclined modern woman were present, these few minutes might be enough for her to imagine a raunchy scene of around 200,000 words.

In short, the two normally-oriented men quickly completed their costume change. As Sang Qiao, Motan transformed into one of the guards of the Glittering City diplomatic mission, while the young man brainwashed from childhood became his master.

The process was so seamless it seemed incredible.

"Don’t ask anything, just do what you’re supposed to do."

Fastening the last button on his collar, Motan smiled at the ’Sang Qiao’ who was already seated behind the desk, looking every bit the aristocrat, "And remember, resist fiercely when the time comes. If possible, find someone trustworthy to follow, and have everyone scatter."

The latter nodded silently, obeying his master’s order without questions, only expressing concern: "Please take care of yourself."

"I’ll name my second son after you."

Motan said lightly, then pushed open the study door and left, nodding briefly to those companions who had been chatting with ’him’ earlier, before walking away from the residence with a serious demeanor.

Because the two were indeed quite similar, and Motan had roughly adjusted his appearance given the circumstances, greatly softening the noble bearing that belonged to Sang Qiao, he was able to leave without raising any suspicion, walking away calmly.

At this moment, it was exactly 6 PM in this ’replica.’

With a keen sense of direction, Motan had no intention of trying to find a path. Instead, after leaving the residence, he quickly crossed the street and randomly entered a seemingly affluent house.

An old Lizardman, scales somewhat grey, was dozing by the living room window, covered with a thick blanket.

"Hmm, the elderly should indeed enjoy more sun."

Motan smiled, then silently walked behind the old Lizardman, knocking him swiftly into a deep unconsciousness from his deep slumber with his sword sheath, and then hummed a tune while entering the parlor. He took a few neatly laundered, yet old and simple clothes from the wardrobe and casually pocketed a box of needles and thread from the table.

He exited through the bedroom window on the shaded side, and in the few minutes before the magic crystal lamps on the street lit up and the daylight faded more than seventy percent, Motan broke into another nearby home and successfully bluffed a lone man using his identity as a guard of the Young City Lord of the Glittering City, then unexpectedly killed him from behind.

Subsequently, Motan removed the guard uniform from himself, pierced it with a longsword, and put it on the man he had stripped to his underpants, sitting beside the body, bare-chested, to sew his pants.

It should be noted that Lizardman and Half-Dragon People’s pants needed holes, so if he directly wore those clothes scavenged from the previous house, the human Sang Qiao would certainly expose his shorts, so Motan wanted to adjust them somewhat.

Meanwhile, vague noises came from a distance. Turning to look outside the window, Motan faintly noticed the glow of fire rising from the direction of the residence.

It was clear that the woman likely named Double Leaf, known as Xiang Dui·Georgia, had begun to act.

Just the right timing, just the right disturbance; if all went as predicted, there would likely be just the right ambushes and just the right blockades, all ensuring that Sang Qiao couldn’t escape to safety as easily as in real historical events.

[Although that person cannot command many high-level die-hard followers directly, merely changing the narrative slightly—like ’The trusted aide of Young Master Sang Qiao rebelled, and fortunately, Lady Xiang Dui happened to pass by, bravely blocking to ensure the master had a chance to escape’—could justifiably mobilize ordinary soldiers for tracking and encirclement.]

With Double Leaf unaware of the normal development as the premise, Motan chuckled while picking up the pair of recently sewn pants.

Even without hearing the twisted, black-and-white causes and consequences from outside the window, the abundant ordinary soldiers appearing in formation on the street perfectly corroborated his guess.

"If she’s anything like me, she would definitely avoid risking an overturn by taking the lead herself..."

Casually picking up the bloodstained clothes on the floor, Motan, dressed in a simple gray cloth shirt with a large patch on the seat of the baggy pants, glanced at ’Sang Qiao’s character panel, which, while not too weak, didn’t allow him to indulge. He chuckled softly: "So the first wave most probably can be held back."

After making a simple addition and subtraction on both sides’ combat power, Motan left the crime scene, choosing a direction to walk, while observing the anxious ordinary guards with the other passersby, a faint trace of an unfinished smile showing behind his collar.

It’s over.

From now on, this script has already entered garbage time.

Compared to Xiang Dui in history, Double Leaf clearly performed better. Though she likely didn’t directly join the first wave of purging, which made the successful breakout of those from the Glittering City inevitable, she had mobilized the entire city’s strength and had likely preemptively sealed the city gates, making it impossible for those from the Glittering City to escape smoothly.

If nothing unexpected happens, the substitute who was supposed to die, would die sooner, and the fewer than one-fifth of the guards who survived that year would be wiped out.

With Double Leaf’s meticulousness, she wouldn’t leave any chance for the target to create a miracle.

But it doesn’t matter...

The historically living Sang Qiao remains alive, gorgeously safe and secure.

"A draw, then..."

Lazily lying on a roadside bench, Motan yawned, having disposed of the bloodstained clothes a few minutes earlier and shaved his head. He closed his eyes in a feigned slumber and mumbled sleepily ’MMP,’ then directly logged out and went offline.

...

The next day

Impression space - "Inherent Barrier: Blank Book · Sunset Glow"

Georgia Territory, Bai Ying City, South City Gate Detention Room

"Hello~"

’Rose’ elegantly stood up and smiled warmly at the young man bound in front of her: "Goodbye."

The next second, the composed and serene-faced ’Sang Qiao’ was beheaded from behind without any pain.

Chapter 1173: The End

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