Four Split Personalities

"So, does Lady Feiyali still have any similar contracts like the one just now?"

Motan ignored the unusually dark face of the Wealth Saintess, and completely disregarded the God Technique Array that seemed ready to tear him apart at any moment. He casually asked as if chatting, and then added, "Preferably the kind that doesn’t make people want to tear it up."

Feiyali snorted and tossed another roll of parchment to Motan: "I, Phyllis Graham, guarantee with my character that this contract hasn’t been tampered with."

Rip—

Along with a pleasant ripping sound, Ivy was stunned, and Otto’s shoulder trembled.

"Sorry, I couldn’t help myself."

Motan offered an apologetic smile, casually tossed the two pieces of parchment to the ground, and poured himself a cup of [Golden Brilliance]: "With those socks of yours that look like they’ve never been worn, your character is hardly fit for a guarantee."

Feiyali, who was about to curse him, was stunned and said in disbelief, "You could tell?"

"I can tell a lot of things."

Motan said casually, then lazily stretched his body and said indifferently, "Alright, I’m tired. Let’s call it a day... Huh?"

As he caught the third roll of parchment Feiyali threw, Motan instinctively raised his other hand, ready to tear it up.

Then...

"I swear by the name of the Wealth Goddess."

Feiyali Graham dispersed the surrounding God Technique Array and said in a deep voice, "What you have in your hand is my ’conclusion.’"

A faint golden light flashed in her eyes, but none of those present ignored it.

"You should have done this sooner."

Motan casually stored the genuine article contract in his pouch, stood up, and grinned at Feiyali, "Let’s chat later then, my lady."

Her Highness the Saintess was shocked: "You’re not signing?!"

"Haha, I have to take a look first, don’t I?"

Motan shrugged, smiling warmly: "Compared to ’fraud,’ being ’business people’ like you gives me a headache."

Feiyali stared coldly at Motan, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Just look at the third and seventh items; there’s no room for negotiation in the others."

"No problem, my lady."

Motan bowed slightly and gracefully saluted Feiyali, then leisurely said, "If you’d been like this from the start, we could’ve saved a lot of time."

Feiyali didn’t even look at him, only replied with irritation, "I just felt like it."

"What a great reason. Well, goodbye then."

Motan smiled politely, appearing a stark contrast to the pervert waving underwear desperately in Her Highness the Saintess’ face moments earlier. He then nodded slightly at Otto before waving at Ivy: "Let’s go."

"Mm!"

Ivy, dressed in a Lolita-style magic robe, immediately stood up, walked quickly to Motan’s side, and skillfully and intimately hooked his arm. She cheerfully turned to bid farewell to Feiyali and Otto, soon disappearing with Motan into the night outside [Black Mary].

Five minutes later

"I’ll leave the rest to you, Otto."

Feiyali stood up, looking somewhat helplessly around the severely damaged bar interior. She walked to Otto, gently patted his shoulder twice, and said with heartfelt sincerity, "Take your time cleaning the place up. We don’t usually have many customers here anyway, and even if we do, they won’t mind the environment. The key point is... from now until the plan is finalized, and before I leave Academy City, you’ll be responsible for liaising with the guy who claims to be Link Zelda."

Otto was first stunned, then started sweating: "Boss!?"

"Don’t worry."

The considerate Feiyali smiled warmly, said lightly, "I’ve already finalized the truly troublesome details. Just remember, aside from the two areas I mentioned to him earlier, don’t give an inch on anything else. However, I doubt he’ll pressure you to make concessions, since this delicate balance is quite a win-win. If either of us tries to gain more now, we’d have to pay the corresponding price."

Even though the thought of chatting with Mr. Zelda gave him a headache, as Feiyali’s heavily relied-upon subordinate, Otto ultimately nodded vigorously and said, despairingly, "I understand, boss."

"I’m not joking. You really don’t need to worry about him playing tricks on you. That guy’s very considerate. He’s already noticed, I just wanted to have some fun and relax."

Feiyali laughed playfully, raised an eyebrow: "Too bad he’s not my type, or your boss might have been tempted this time~"

Otto tugged at the corner of his mouth, pretended not to hear the latter part of the sentence, and only confusedly repeated: "Have some fun? Relax?"

"Exactly, just have some fun and relax."

...

"However, even though Lady Feiyali just wants to have fun, if the opponent’s skill level is too low, they might get played to death by her."

In the night, Motan, having discreetly freed himself from Ivy’s arm, yawned and said lightly, "Our Saintess has it tough—managing Wealth Church affairs while secretly developing her own industry. The people she encounters either want to rip her off, or she wants to rip off them, or aren’t suitable to flip the table and cuss them out. Of course, most are those who aren’t even worthy to play with her."

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