Four Split Personalities

[Sigh.]

Transforming countless words into a single, unexpressable long sigh, Motan only felt mentally exhausted, his previously good mood instantly vanished.

Then—

"Cheer up~"

The girl walking slightly behind leaned in, whispering in Motan’s ear, "If you really don’t want to, just clearly say so later. Master Tom will likely understand, and I can speak for you too."

[Marry me!]

Releasing a cry of frustration in his heart, having shown no signs yet still being read like an open book by the girl, Motan raised his arm and ruffled his hair, shaking his head with his back to Yu Chen, saying, "I’m fine."

"Really?"

"Not really."

"Then what’s with the act?"

"Because guys often like pretending for no reason."

"Nope, big brother never pretends; she’s simply stubborn!"

"Your big brother... if I remember correctly, she’s a woman, right?"

"Oh, right!"

"..."

Thus, the two of them chatted and laughed (seemingly) down the stairs, and then Motan saw a group of familiar faces sitting in the corner of the hall.

Affiliated with the Church of the Dawn, for the sake of maintaining the city’s appearance and the sect’s image, the ascetic Tom, always wrapped with thick runic bandages on his face in public.

Belonging to the Justice Sect, Sprada the Whaling Archbishop, who was drinking heavily with old friends until recently and has seldom appeared since arriving at the Academy City.

Part of the Wealth sect, one of the most outstanding talents of the younger generation in the Holy Church Union, possessing exceptional talent and achievements in the commercial domain, also known for hidden identities such as ’Investor of Black Vatican’, ’Alternative Partner of Link Zelda’, ’Absolute Controller of Angel Beauty Institutions’, ’Founder and Absolute Controller of Exquisite Gift Series’, and ’Initiator of the Crafter Town’s Future [Five-Year Plan for Full Metal Madness]’, the Wealth Saint Phyllis Graham.

Under the Sun Sect, one of the most outstanding talents of the Holy Church Union’s younger generation, already renowned at a young age for various achievements, and allegedly having a serious sister complex, Sun Saint Noon. Black.

From the Griffin Empire, possessing beauty, temperament, and wisdom, suspected of having a slight brother complex, recently becoming close to a certain Sun Saint, Princess Elisa Logan.

The absolute controller of the Academy City Law Enforcement Team, consecutively rated as ’Outstanding Student Representative’ for three years, possessing influence enough to sway the Teacher Union and the Academy City Elder Council, also holding the hidden identity ’Clown Brand - Red Heart King’, the Captain of the Law Enforcement Team and Student Union President of Dan Slave Military Academy, Foster Ward.

Also from the Church of the Dawn, a half-dragon Holy Knight who admires ’Senior Black Vatican’ very much, even considering himself as their ’Guardian Knight’, recently experiencing a surge in strength for unknown reasons and is half a step into the Epic Realm, Half-Dragon Holy Knight Yizou Jielai.

This table of seven in total turned their heads at this moment, offering smiles of varied intentions to Motan and Yu Chen.

It has to be said, even though Motan theoretically knows all these people, having had numerous dealings with all but Princess Elisa, the scene was still quite impactful.

So impactful that Motan felt an urge to turn and run away.

Of course, that was just a thought. Aside from whether it would be polite or not, among these people here, excluding the mid-rank, self-proclaimed ’useless vase’ Elisa Logan, any one of them could easily restrain someone of the strength of a ’Black Vatican Priest’.

"Uh... Hello, everyone."

Raising his hand stiffly for a small wave, Motan forced a polite smile and said dryly, "Quite lively here, huh."

The youngest Sun Saint was the first to react, fending off Elisa’s incessant hand attacks to his face with an arm while cheerfully greeting, "Hello, Brother Black Vatican."

Yizou followed closely, "You’re here, Senior!"

"Yo, Havan!"

Seemingly having recovered from being stood up and regaining her usual vitality, Phyllis flashed a big grin and waved, "Got some good news for you!"

Having not met recently, but already familiar with Motan due to their previous journey together, Sprada the Archbishop gave a smile that was both inviting and predatory, thumbing up, "Impressive, young man. Come join our Justice Sect."

"I don’t mind if you try to poach right in front of me, but Sprada, if you get too enthusiastic, I’ll let Her Highness Xia Lian know once we’re back."

With just one sentence, Tom successfully silenced Sprada and nearly convinced him to buy thirty shares of [Gold Coin Commerce Association Fixed Insurance], then turned to Motan with a slight nod, "Wang Yu should’ve mentioned it to you, right? What’s your decision, Black Vatican?"

Motan twisted his lips, helplessly saying, "Wang Yu told me that Master Tom believes I’d be pleased with the decision."

"Yes."

Though famed for his sincerity within the Church of Dawn, it only applied within the sect. Tom slightly nodded and then turned to Foster Ward, who maintained a fitting smile and said pleasantly, "He agreed."

Motan: "..."

"Thank you for your care."

Foster politely nodded to Tom, who might have been joking, then stood up and slightly bowed to Motan, "Hello, Black Vatican Priest. I am Foster Ward, a sixth-year student at Dan Slave Military Academy, hosting this season’s Warfire League. A pleasure to meet you."

"Too kind, Foster Captain... uh, President."

Motan waved his hand and, along with Yu Chen, sat at the spot reserved for the two of them, giving a slight smile to Foster, seated right in front, "I remember you met Wang Yu once before and helped out our two friends quite a bit. I really appreciate it."

No one else spoke up, all eyes keenly focused on the interaction between the two.

"Just a small courtesy. Moreover, Silent Brother is innocent, and even if Night Song inadvertently affected that illegal gathering, it’s not a hard misunderstanding to clear up."

No matter where or when Foster is always consistent, he shook his head before earnestly addressing Motan, "So, getting straight to the point, Black Vatican Priest, my purpose for disturbing you this time is to represent my Dan Slave Military Academy in inviting you to join this Warfire League as a special participant."

Knowing full well the character of the person before him, Motan didn’t expect the other to beat around the bush in such a situation; he just feigned surprise, scratching his cheek awkwardly and asking in a particularly naive manner, "Well, President, to be honest, I don’t even know what the Warfire League is."

"That is..."

Foster was about to explain when Phyllis, rather familiar with him, impatiently raised a hand and interrupted.

"Just look at this."

She casually tossed a rather thick and cheaply made Warfire League brochure to Motan, smiling, "Simple and direct."

Now there really was no chance to stall with extensive dialogue until the next Chapter as he’d hoped.

So, with no other choice, he opened the booklet, slowly began to read, desperately pondering strategies meanwhile.

Of course, he knew about the Warfire League, his understanding even exceeded the details recorded in this bootleg brochure.

But precisely because of this, already busy to death (quite literally), he was someone who absolutely shouldn’t get involved.

The problem was, he didn’t have a solid reason to decline the invitation.

Especially since it was Foster Ward, the one he personally chose as the ’Red Heart K’.

[This is great, I’m done for.]

Having sorted through his thoughts, Motan sighed lightly, conceding that he couldn’t handle Foster Ward at the moment, he directly gave up—

"I agree."

Chapter 1184: End

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