Four Split Personalities

That’s precisely why Foster can stably hold the sensitive position of Captain of the Enforcement Team while maintaining high popularity. Ordinary students in Academy City may fear the Enforcement Team, but this fear only remains at that level. After long-term observation, the Elders’ meeting also concluded that ’this kid has no ulterior motives.’ Plus, Foster recently declined a seat in the Elders’ meeting, making them even more at ease.

And this sense of ease is the core reason why they allowed Foster to make the Enforcement Team independent from the higher system, no longer serving as the Elders’ dogs.

After all, Foster hasn’t encroached on anyone’s core interests. These are all seasoned figures, not lacking the brains and the capacity to tolerate others.

However...

The Red Heart K of the Clown Brand is not the Captain of the Enforcement Team. It’s all about ’handling affairs according to position,’ and the former and the latter are completely different things.

Nurturing confidants, hiding shackles, managing forces, and developing secret channels; these means never applied in the operation model of the Enforcement Team. Foster can handle them with ease. For example, even the president of the Thieves Guild Academy City Branch might not be as skillful as he is.

As a result, within a few months, the Clown Brand had already taken root in Academy City. This root is so intricate and tangled that without internal knowledge, outsiders can’t even grasp the tail of the organization without clues.

It’s as though it never existed, yet it’s omnipresent.

Of course, this is only ’relatively speaking.’ In comparison, the Death Angel took a slightly serious investigation and dug out all the Clown Brand’s cadres except for Motan’s ’King,’ and this was only because Miss Lian graciously accompanied her father for a meal. If she were to act coy, not only the identity of the Clown Brand’s founder, but even disguises such as ’Boss Jun Wu’s Second Uncle,’ ’Link Zelda,’ or ’Frank Hughes’ might be uncovered.

Thinking of this, Motan was filled with lingering fear. If Foster weren’t a man, he’d want to hug and kiss the great hero who recruited Miss Lian.

As they say, the capable do more. Since Ivy Lehman is a big problem and he has no time to deal with her now, he leaves it to Red Heart K, who isn’t afraid of trouble and is good at resolving it, to handle it.

This was the plan Motan came up with after rejecting the idea of getting rid of Ivy.

Although Motan gained a lot from Lian joining the Clown Brand, on the surface, Foster still owed him a favor as the head, so they decided to calculate it separately~

You let me profit, I’ll send you dozens of fans at a wholesale price of no more than 2 silver coins, along with some nonsensical ramblings as a gift to even things out.

You owe me a favor, so I ask you to help deal with this troublesome young lady of the Rehman Family. Is that unreasonable?

After all, our newly appointed Red Queen Miss Lian is involved, always inseparable from you, Foster, so lending a little help isn’t too much, right?

After tallying this rascal’s account, Motan was overjoyed beyond measure, so much so that he forgot to pick up his face from the ground.

It wasn’t just about being cheeky or acting humble; Motan clearly profited and then demanded change back, though it’s uncertain what kind of ghostly change he wanted.

In any case——

"Leave the rest to Foster."

Motan stretched lazily, released the hand placed on Ivy’s head, and said nonchalantly, "You should be able to find him yourself, right? Asking for an introduction would lower the organization’s evaluation of you, you know."

Ivy helplessly tapped her own head and spread her hands, saying, "Our organization sure is quite casual, huh."

"Who says it isn’t?"

Motan grinned broadly, nodding with conviction.

"Seeing how cautious Miss Spider was before you, I thought Clown Brand was a more rigorous organization."

Ivy smirked, teasing, "Turns out it’s not?"

"It’s not~"

Motan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, "We’re all like-minded companions. I never asked her to do so."

"Hehe, so that’s how it is~"

"That’s exactly how it is."

"Alright, alright, I’ll head back for today. I’ll find a chance to visit Mr. Foster later. Don’t be jealous, dear."

"Peace of mind."

Motan waved casually, smiled saying ’see you later,’ and leisurely walked away.

While Ivy Lehman stood there for a long, long time.

"Like-minded companions... If that’s truly the case, why didn’t you let Miss Plum Blossom A, who was kneeling, stand up before she left?"

With a playful smile on her face, Ivy gently stroked her eyepatch as she slowly walked towards another path, soon merging into the profound darkness.

On the other side——

[Because it’s all just bluff, you overly curious little fairy~]

Reapplying the Hundred Forms over his face, wrapping an arm around the slender waist of the Spider, the arrogant one smiled arrogantly.

...

At the same time

Academy City’s Central District, Dan Slave Military Academy’s main building, B1F [Second Simulation Room]

"Achoo~"

Foster Ward suddenly sneezed inexplicably, then wiped the fine cold sweat off his forehead and muttered softly, "What’s going on..."

Lian cast an uneasy glance at him, whispering, "Are you sleepy?"

"If I were sleepy, I’d be yawning, not sneezing."

Foster chuckled wryly and then rubbed his temples wearily, "But I should indeed rest now... if it weren’t for someone suddenly bringing us here."

Sitting opposite Foster and Lian, wearing white silk pajamas, Teresa smiled gracefully, "Sorry, elder, I just can’t sleep."

"You don’t need to simulate just because you can’t sleep."

Foster glanced at his main force, clearly having a numerical advantage but torn to shreds and almost completely cut off from each other, resisting helplessly while sighing deeply, "Even if you can easily beat someone like me, it doesn’t mean much, does it?"

Teresa’s slender hand swept over the command console, instantly updating at least fifteen commands, interweaving the front-line forces with such dizzying maneuvers that they quickly quelled Foster’s counterattack, giggling, "After all, elder, you’re a seed player this year, one of the six favorites to win, right?"

"Don’t use what I said earlier against me."

Watching helplessly as Teresa flattened his command headquarters, Foster tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked up at Teresa helplessly, asking, "You’re not sleeping well, just to bully an elder who’s been a great help?"

Teresa shook her head vigorously, and with the simulation ending, the mesmerizing charm she exuded vanished like an illusion, her face turning slightly red as she apologized softly, "It’s just that I haven’t simulated in a long time and wanted to warm up a bit, otherwise if I embarrass myself in front of him tomorrow..."

"Then it would be the embarrassment of seed player Foster Ward."

Lian cheerfully wrapped her arms around Teresa’s shoulders, gently saying, "It’s not on Little Teresa, you know."

Teresa pouted, mumbling, "But I want Black Vatican Priest to take me seriously..."

"And then?"

"And you’re a seed player this time, one of the top favorites to win."

"..."

"So..."

"So what?"

"Very useful."

"Useful?!"

Chapter 1290: End

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