Four Split Personalities

"It’s clear, Ramollok indeed has a good set of teeth."

In the spacious reception room, despite the golden hair that was once flowing now turned gray, the elderly man, still bearing the charm of teacher Xie Xun, chuckled then suddenly hunched over, coughing violently.

"Ah... Are you! Are you okay!"

The most talented journalist among the younger generation at [Yali Daily], a dwarf girl who had just completed an exclusive interview with [Tricky Fox] Batty Arthur two months ago, hurriedly stood up, jumped off the sofa, and ran to the old man’s side. While gently stroking the latter’s thin back, she turned and called to the middle-aged beauty drying clothes on the balcony: "Heather Auntie! Heather Auntie! Richard Sir he..."

"Won’t die."

The woman referred to as Heather, with short brown hair, glanced back at Richard who appeared somewhat uncomfortable, then continued drying clothes in her hand without turning back and said, "It’s an old problem, just let him cough for a while, it’s fine. But if it exceeds two minutes..."

"What if it exceeds two minutes!"

The dwarf girl named Miranda Scribe looked nervously at Richard’s pained expression, stutteringly asked, "What should I do!"

"Actually, it’s okay not to do anything."

The woman, with a gentle appearance and sharp gaze, with a few faint lines on her forehead, shrugged and laughed softly: "But if you’re annoyed by the noise, you can aim for his belly with an uppercut."

Miranda: "..."

Richard: "..."

Finally, after coughing for about ninety seconds, Richard Ryan straightened up, motioning the kind girl beside him to sit back, took the half glass of cocktail on the table and downed it, chuckled: "Don’t worry, child, just like Heather... Uh, I mean, just like my wife said, it’s just a common old problem, won’t kill me."

Miranda curled the corner of her mouth, awkwardly smiled and said: "Ah ha ha... Well, it’s quite convincing to hear this from you, the Epic Tier Dawn Priest."

"Divine Arts are not omnipotent, little girl."

Richard shook his head, leaned lazily on the sofa back, calmly said: "Otherwise, there wouldn’t be pain, illness, or even death in this world... But the thing about death is a part of life itself; life without it is incomplete. Moreover, compared to the words ’end’, I believe death is a great adventure, so even if it might come to me at any time, I don’t mind at all..."

"If you keep talking nonsense instead of properly accepting the interview."

Heather on the balcony coldly interrupted her husband, cracking her knuckles ’sweetly’ said: "I’ll send you right now to experience that great adventure."

Richard and Miranda both shrank their necks.

"Hey, little girl."

Richard, almost lying flat on the table, blinked and whispered to the young reporter in front of him: "You also think that woman is unreasonable, right?"

"No, I think Madam loves you very much."

Miranda shook her head, then asked in an even lower voice: "So should I ask about the time you first met Sir Military God in Academy City later..."

"I’m sorry, child, I was lying to you just now."

Richard shivered and, through slightly clenched teeth, murmured: "I actually don’t want to embark on that great adventure too soon, Batty isn’t dead yet; if I go first, that old guy will laugh at me."

Miranda sweetly smiled: "Then for our next interview?"

Richard immediately declared: "I’ll answer all, sparing no details."

The two exchanged knowing smiles.

So, after this playful little interlude, the temporarily paused interview resumed—

"I think I was trying quite hard."

Richard refilled his glass with cocktail, while trying hard to ignore the cold stare directed from the balcony, he bitterly smiled and shook his head: "As it turned out, I held until Ramollok left the sixty-first instruction card, and finally it was a total collapse."

Miranda sighed lightly along, regretfully said: "I’ve heard about that. It was said Ramollok left a total of sixty-six instruction cards at the time; if you had persisted a little longer, held on to the last..."

"Useless."

Richard raised his hand to stop the young reporter’s words, shook his head and said: "Haven’t you ever thought why Ramollok only left sixty-six instruction cards, not sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine? Haha... Okay, listen up, child, the reason is simple: he very well knew that for dealing with Richard Ryan, sixty-six instruction cards were enough."

Miranda frowned, somewhat unconvincedly said: "But you were just a little bit short..."

"At that time, I was just short of reaching Ramollok’s highest expectations for me."

Richard made a grimace, spread his hands and said: "Believe me, little girl, whether it’s for the competition, Ramollok, or the difference in abilities between us, I understand them far better than you."

Miranda also made a grimace, helplessly wrote a few lines in her notebook with the feather pen in hand, frowned and said: "That Ramollok... is really that strong?"

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