Four Split Personalities

Double Leaf was taken aback for a moment, then widened her eyes abruptly: "What did you say?!"

"I killed a relatively healthy man and dressed him in Sang Qiao’s close servant’s clothes."

Motan obediently repeated, explaining: "And I made secondary damage to the original corpse to disguise him as someone who even if found, one would first think ’this person sustained a fatal injury in the chaos and barely escaped before dying somewhere.’ Then I simply staged the scene and left..."

"Wait a minute!"

Double Leaf raised her hand to interrupt Motan, staring fixedly at him: "You killed someone!"

"That’s right, after all, the issue of numbers is not easily resolved. If the other side thinks the corpse doesn’t match, the potential for complications is too high."

Motan nodded vigorously, smiling modestly: "I discovered something interesting, which is that in Mr. Book Spirit’s story, as Sang Qiao, I’m physically far superior to Frank Hughes. Although I’m hardly a strong individual, I can still kill an ordinary person in a sneak attack. Honestly, if it were my own physical fitness, I’d probably have to find old or young people, which would be much riskier."

Double Leaf fell silent, staring intently into Frank Hughes’ gentle and soft eyes for a long time before saying in a deep voice: "You killed someone, Frank Hughes, and you seem quite adept at it."

"Uh... actually, I haven’t killed anyone because it’s not a skill a bard needs to master, and besides, my talents in combat are quite dismal."

Motan awkwardly shook his head, smiling: "But the me in the story is not myself, but the young master ’Sang Qiao’ of the Glittering City."

Double Leaf took a deep breath, her expression fluctuating as she looked at the man she barely understood, now seemingly shrouded in fog: "So? Are you trying to tell me that the man Diana chose is a madman who would unscrupulously take lives whenever conditions for crime are met?"

"No one should take life unscrupulously."

With a polite and courteous smile still on his lips, there was not a trace of distraction in Frank Hughes’ clear black eyes: "But everyone also has the right to fight for survival. I loathe the despicable act of taking innocent lives and never plan to do so myself. However, in specific situations, I do not mind taking someone else’s life, but it must be for a reason."

"A reason?"

Double Leaf raised her eyebrows, her expression gradually softening: "Like what?"

"For example, if I were to learn for some reason that someone plans to harm Diana, as long as I can, I would unhesitatingly kill that person, no matter how despicable the means."

Motan unhesitatingly presented an example, then sheepishly scratched his cheek: "Though something like that would hardly happen in reality, after all, anything that could threaten Diana, someone like me most likely couldn’t handle it."

"Hah, though I never thought you were a saint from the outset, hearing you say this does bring me some joy."

The girl curled her lips slightly up, gazing at Motan with rare approval: "So, when you were Sang Qiao, you..."

"That’s right, although compared to Sang Qiao and his father, who is willing to give everything for the Sun Dynasty, I prefer Lord Angus Georgia, but since the person I’m playing is the former, I can only do things that are at least reasonable and sensible from Sang Qiao’s point of view."

Motan nodded, continuing to recount his actions as ’Sang Qiao’: "After that, I used a stolen small knife to shave my head, striving to turn myself into a destitute poor person sitting on the street. Truthfully, it was not a good choice, given the prosperity of White Sakura City under Angus’s governance as the center of the Georgia Territory, but that was the best choice Sang Qiao could make at the time—he needed to understand the situation."

"Haha, so you pretended to be a homeless person on one hand, while witnessing the ambush my thugs prepared for the group from Glittering City on the other..."

Double Leaf lightly clapped her hands, her charming and lovely face showing no sign of dismay, but rather a tinge of delight: "Finally, when I... or rather, Rose Georgia, thought I had succeeded and thus lifted the blockade on White Sakura City, you escaped leisurely?"

Motan humbly smiled: "More or less."

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Double Leaf licked her lips, joining in the laughter: "Even though your victory was not won well, and you ruined my plans, I still wish to pay you some compliments."

Motan slightly bowed, raising his right hand to his chest: "Highly honored by your praise."

"Ha."

Double Leaf gave a cold laugh, then redirected her gaze to the Book Spirit beside them, asking: "Well then, if judged by the standards I mentioned earlier, how would Frank’s performance in that story be scored?"

The Book Spirit turned to Motan, under the latter’s curious gaze, and said: "Approximately 130 points."

[Tsk, this guy’s completion rate is even higher than mine.]

Double Leaf pursed her lips, lazily sitting back in her chair, kicking her legs, and casually inquired: "Just out of curiosity, in the story just now, what would I need to do to achieve a perfect score of 200?"

"Kill the real Sang Qiao."

The Book Spirit gave the expected answer, calmly saying: "Besides that, not letting Glittering City’s envoy group leave White Sakura City, and successfully annihilating everyone, Lady Double Leaf, you’ve already done the best."

Double Leaf dryly chuckled, not showing hostility toward the theoretical Frank Hughes who interfered with her plans, instead squinting her eyes as if she was pretending to sleep to begin reviewing.

The purpose was simple: to see if she had a chance to perfectly achieve her objective in ’Sang Qiao’s’ situation.

Motan, observing Double Leaf assuming a ’don’t disturb me’ demeanor, sensibly refrained from further interruptions. Instead, like her, he turned to the Book Spirit and asked: "So, Mr. Book Spirit, in the role of ’Sang Qiao,’ how would one achieve the best result?"

"If judged by Lady Double Leaf’s previous criteria..."

The Book Spirit glanced at Motan, replying lightly: "Firstly, Glittering City’s young lord, Sang Qiao, would need to escape White Sakura City unscathed. On this premise, at least eighty percent of his guards need to survive, and also... kill Rose Georgia."

Motan instinctively turned to glance at Double Leaf, who had just finished ’reviewing,’ and said in astonishment: "Kill Rose Georgia? How could that be possible?"

"Indeed, it’s possible."

Double Leaf rubbed her forehead tiredly, lightly humming: "Whether it’s the Sang Qiao you played killing Rose, or the Rose I played killing Sang Qiao, theoretically, they are not unachievable tasks, just a tad too demanding."

She stood up, weakly stepping toward the Book Spirit, forcing a strained smile: "I admit that was tough."

The Book Spirit calmly said: "I never required you two to achieve such a level. Those ’perfect’ conditions earlier were derived based on Lady Double Leaf’s criteria."

"Got it, got it."

Seeming genuinely fatigued, Double Leaf waved her hand gently, then cast a sideways glance at the somewhat restless Frank Hughes: "What, eager to go back?"

He nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I don’t want..."

"Don’t want Diana to worry, I know."

Impatiently interrupting him, she rolled her eyes, waved her small hand: "Go on then~"

Then she ignored the Book Spirit, who seemed to want to say something, dragged Frank Hughes along, and swiftly exited this elusive space.

Her eyes flickered with anticipation.

Chapter 1175: End

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