Four Split Personalities

Yu Chen turned her head somewhat confused, glanced at Lian’s back, and whispered, "And I didn’t find Captain Foster’s personality to be bad at all."

Motan tugged at the corner of his mouth and grumbled, "Forcing me, a deep-sea salted fish, to come ashore and participate in this ’Warfire League,’ isn’t that bad enough?"

"Is it?"

Yu Chen pinched Motan’s forearm, chuckling, "It seemed to me that you agreed right away, didn’t feel like there was any coercion at all."

Motan let out a dry laugh and sighed, "Because you told me earlier that the captain of the Law Enforcement Force is formidable, I just couldn’t be bothered to resist, after all, I’m not skilled at all."

"Then how do you explain wanting to show off?"

The girl looked at Motan’s earring with a smile.

"I’m already starting to regret it..."

Restraining the urge to pinch the other’s palm, Motan replied with a blank expression.

"But it does look cool."

"That’s just what you think!"

"Isn’t my opinion enough? Who else do you want to think so? Miss Lian? Should I call her to stop and appreciate our Black Vatican Priest?"

"I was wrong!"

"If apologies could solve problems, all the officers would be out of work."

"Ugh..."

"Really, can’t you be a bit more sincere?"

"It’s enough if you think it looks cool."

"Alright, I forgive you, though I feel a bit sorry for the police officers."

"Yu... uh, Wang Yu."

"Hmm?"

"I think this isn’t okay at all, probably."

"What do you mean?"

"You should know."

"Hmm... yes, I should know."

"So..."

"But the main problem lies with you, Hei Fan, right? It’s not my responsibility."

"I know."

"So if you want to solve the problem, you should come up with a solution, Hei Fan. You can’t impose your responsibilities onto others."

"But..."

"But what?"

"No, it’s nothing."

"Hehe, let’s go then, everyone’s watching us, it’s quite embarrassing."

...

Moments later, the crowd followed Lian to the venue for the ’Warfire League,’ located in the tactical exercise area of the Dan Slave Military Academy.

The area, resembling a large parade ground, is similar in size to the final venue of the Comprehensive Knight Tournament. The space is divided into dozens of sections by various colored, semi-transparent magic barriers. Each section is further divided into three parts, with a magic sand table in the middle shaped like a grinding disc, and spacious, comfortable seating on either side, each with a smaller sand table in front. To sum up the overall impression: though unclear, it seemed impressive.

"Tsk, tsk, all this costs money."

Fyari’s eyes gleamed at the ’equipment’ displayed on the field, gulping down her saliva without concern for her image, clenching her fists tightly, "Thirty sets of the latest ’Battle Six type’ sand table sets, ten seventh-generation diamond direction broadcasting systems with no blind spots, and even the instruction cards are crafted from rapid reading magic crystal! Just these things we see must be worth at least seven million, right?!"

Lian turned to Fyari with a slight smile, nodding, "Because simulated matches are usually quite dull, we’ve indeed purchased some new equipment to improve the viewing experience. And yes, the expenses are indeed as you said..."

"Here."

Fyari casually pulled a black crystal card from her pocket and stuffed it into Lian’s hand, smiling at the latter’s slightly surprised expression, "Here are some contacts. With them, you can get the same equipment for no more than six million and it comes with a three-year warranty and a two-month no-questions-asked return service. You can discuss this with President Foster and your school leaders later. In these times, it’s best to save wherever possible."

"Ah..."

Lian looked down in surprise at the card in her hand, then carefully put it away, smiling at Fyari, "Thank you, Her Highness the Saintess."

"Oh, it’s nothing."

Fyari waved her hand dismissively, raising an eyebrow, "Just let them know I was the introducer when you buy things."

Lian nodded slightly, then led everyone off the stands, heading towards the edge of the field, "Everyone, you are welcome to the players’ preparation area. The view is much better there, and if we make it to the top thirty-two today, Hei Fan Priest’s draw will also be held there."

Being in a good spot to watch the match is basically a privilege for the entourage of popular competitors or large exchange delegations. In the previous Comprehensive Tournament, Ji Xiaoge, Jadka, and others watched from VIP seats near the players’ preparation area. In the ’Warfire League,’ since ’Hei Fan’ is a special invitee, the Holy Church Union delegation naturally enjoys the same treatment.

Soon, they arrived in the players’ preparation area, which can be described as a modern open-air plaza of sorts. Not only are there plenty of comfortable seats neatly arranged close to the competition area, but there’s also an unlimited supply of fruit and snacks on the small tables scattered around, as well as several adjustable magic crystal screens for real-time broadcasts. It certainly outmatches the Comprehensive Tournament in modernity.

"Well then, please feel free to relax, and if there’s anything you need, those few students from the Law Enforcement Force over there can help you anytime."

Lian bowed to everyone, pointed to a nearby young man and woman whom Motan had briefly met at the Law Enforcement Force headquarters before, and then walked away slowly.

"The meeting ran too late yesterday, so Tom and I are going to find a spot to take a nap. Call us if there’s a good match."

Archbishop Spurada yawned, then pulled Ascetic Tom into a corner, found two chairs, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Brother, I want to try that pine nut cake, come with me!"

Elisa, without waiting for a reply, dragged away the Sun Saint Son, who also wanted a quick nap.

"Oh well, I won’t be a third wheel then, bye~"

Fyari lazily yawned, then wobbled off, looking as if she needed more rest.

"Come to think of it, why haven’t we seen Yizou?"

Motan, suddenly realizing that only he and Yu Chen were left, scratched his head and curiously looked around, "Did she come over earlier?"

"Nope."

Yu Chen shook her head, lightly biting her lower lip in concern, and softly said, "Yizou encountered a minor situation, she probably can’t make it today."

Motan was first taken aback, then frowned, "What situation? Is it serious? Is she feeling unwell? Why didn’t anyone tell me?"

"Actually, it’s not that serious; it’s just... mm, according to Senior Tom, it’s like her power increased too fast, getting out of sync with her own realm, causing some minor side effects."

Yu Chen toyed with her shirt hem, speaking gently, "It’s like she can’t fully control her power, needs some time to adjust, and she didn’t want us to tell you, fearing you’d worry."

Motan laughed dryly and remarked jokingly, "Did she take me for a fool? How could I not notice if a living person suddenly disappears?"

"Yizou always feels her presence is low, though she’s so adorable..."

Yu Chen made a face, then suddenly clapped her forehead, "Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you something!"

Motan immediately tensed up, "What?"

"It’s that, starting from the main event, players have to bring a ’counselor’ with them."

Yu Chen nervously intertwined her fingers and whispered, "To relay commands and feedback and such. Originally, Yizou would certainly be your counselor since you two experienced so much together in Sumer and have great rapport, but now she can’t make it, so... so..."

"So what?"

"Um... ugh... do you think I could do it?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... to be... like, your counselor... helping out a bit..."

Chapter 1261: End

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