Four Split Personalities

"Don’t look at me like that, Lei Er Si."

La Er Si gently sighed, her gaze softening as she looked at her sister, and said helplessly, "Actually, I’m just so upset because I can’t guess what that person is trying to do."

Lei Er Si blinked, but being sharp-witted, she quickly understood the meaning behind those words, hesitantly saying, "Do you mean, Sister, that the blue team’s Commander...the Black Vatican Priest didn’t simply make a mistake?"

"Yes, I don’t think so. We’ve all seen that guy’s skills. To be honest..."

La Er Si touched her bangs with a bitter expression, then her face became stern, and she said seriously, "I’ve watched every official game, but when it comes to the excitement and technical content, even counting Ramollok’s previous few matches, they might not compare to the first fifteen minutes of this match. Compared to the current stage, the opening moves of both sides seem like...a warm-up."

Lei Er Si also straightened her face, nodded lightly, and said, "Sister is right. To be honest, even though I thought those previous matches were very exciting, I could still keep up. But in this showdown between Black Vatican Priest and Foster, the seed players... honestly, it took all of Lei Er Si’s effort just to keep up with their pace."

"So I don’t believe a player capable of creating such a scene can make such a low-level mistake."

La Er Si said frankly, not caring that thousands were listening to her BB at the moment, and self-mockingly chuckled, "But I completely can’t figure out what that Black Vatican Priest is thinking, or what the purpose of his seemingly foolish move is."

Lei Er Si smiled apologetically at the crystal camera and said, "It’s a failure in our commentary."

The audience erupted in cheers of encouragement, directed not at the players, but at the commentators.

La Er Si tossed her hair and smirked, "But being able to see super beauties La Er Si and Lei Er Si—you guys feel like you’ve gained something, right?"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

A louder clamor erupted. Although most people were cheering for fun, it’s clear that everyone really liked this sister duo as commentators. And despite Lei Er Si’s always humble attitude, even the fiery-tempered and sharp-tongued La Er Si admitted her ’failure’, but to the audience and most players, their level was already quite high.

Even if they get stuck at some high-level issue, without them, many people couldn’t even grasp basic introductory stuff, and couldn’t get to the point when boasting to others.

However, the focus is not on these two commentary young ladies now; time won’t obediently pause as they ponder.

The reason the situation on the field hasn’t changed is due to one thing: the players on both sides... No, more accurately, it’s because Red Team’s Commander, Theresa Tarosa, is deep in thought.

But thinking can’t be endless, because neither the opponent nor the situation will wait for you.

...

"Although observers are clear, in many cases, those who can truly grasp the situation are often the involved party."

Ramollok cheerfully laughed, a faint red glow flashing in the black eyes behind his glasses—a pure and primal impulse, a cruelty and frenzy enough to make most intelligent beings flinch, cold madness imbued to the bone, yet his expression remained serene and gentle while his magnetically soothing voice resonated: "But precisely because of this, Foster finds it harder to make decisions because he understands what the opponent aims to do yet has no idea of the opponent’s intentions."

Jiawen frowned slightly and, in a neutral tone, asked, "Playing riddles?"

"Haha, sorry, sorry."

Ramollok chuckled sheepishly, his tone light, explaining: "Simply put, Foster probably already guessed that the blue side intends something different when breaking through the two positions using borrowed strength and hidden troops without pausing. In other words, he knows what response the opponent expects him to make and is aware it’s a blatant trap, yet has no choice but to walk into it."

Jiawen nodded and asked, "If that’s the part he knows, then the unknown... is the trap you mentioned?"

"That’s relatively accurate but not entirely so."

Ramollok smiled playfully, shrugging: "Let’s put it this way, from my observation, Foster Ward definitely has the ability to see through this trap, knowing its nature and potential lethality—even estimating it—but the problem lies in knowing the contents but not the time and place."

Jiawen glanced at the red team’s sand table on the big screen with some confusion, asking, "Time and place?"

"Exactly, time and place. It’s like knowing you have some tumors in your body, understanding their nature, even holding means to dissolve them, yet not knowing their exact location or when they’ll erupt."

Ramollok leaned forward, fingers intertwined, staring at the huge sand table in the screen’s center, murmuring lowly: "Seven points in total, two are decoys, within the remaining five how many are bait, how many are real—it requires some effort even from my God’s Eye View perspective. To what extent can you do, Mr. Foster Ward... Time is running out."

His eyes grew increasingly bright.

Meanwhile, Jiawen silently turned her gaze toward Ramollok, quietly observing this fellow player and the most dangerous individual in the Dream Teaching Country.

After this exchange, the Southwest winds are set to rise...

Yet this man beside her, with a smile devoid of impurities yet always invoking horror, what role will he play in the looming chaos?

A ruthless Commander?

A devout Heretic?

A cunning conspirator?

Or perhaps...

Jiawen ceased her speculation, realizing it’s not her concern.

Her boss, already possessing all of Ramollok’s details, will naturally make what he deems the best decision.

And at least in the short term, even if the Southwestern Continent is engulfed in flames and smoke, the stance between both parties won’t dramatically change.

[Gee, being at the top sure feels nice...]

Jiawen pleasingly crossed her legs, switched to a comfortable position against the seat, and refocused on the big screen with renewed spirit.

She knew changes were about to come.

Because Ramollok had just said, time’s running out for Foster.

...

"That’s exactly what Teresa’s Prince is ~"

Inside the Red Command Room, after a moment of silence, Teresa suddenly lifted her head, a faint blush spread across her cheeks (Lian subconsciously took a deep breath), exclaiming radiantly: "Suddenly full of vigor!"

Lian was taken aback, "Were you playing listlessly before!?"

"Not exactly, after all, playing deduction games with the Black Vatican Priest is thrilling in itself, but..."

Teresa took a deep breath, seemingly performing magic as she tossed five instruction cards to Lian, smiling blissfully: "Joy and seriousness are separate matters, being spirited is another thing entirely ~"

"Little Teresa..."

"Sorry, Senior Lian, I probably won’t have much time to chat with you after this."

"Okay."

"And I ask you to fully comply with and take every instruction of mine seriously."

"Understood."

Chapter 1316: End

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