Four Split Personalities

"Who... are you?"

Mo got up swiftly, instinctively pressing the longsword hidden beneath his pillow, warily staring at the middle-aged man who had almost appeared out of thin air, his eyes filled with caution.

Even though the other party currently showed no hostility, if he hadn’t proactively released that tune outside the window before, given his ability to appear silently inside the room, killing him would have been all too easy.

From the beginning, Mo never considered foolishly calling someone in. He was very aware that since the person came to him at this moment, nine out of ten times they wanted a ’private chat,’ even though he didn’t know what the man wanted to say or do. Regardless, involving others while knowing nothing about this person’s background was not a wise move.

Especially since Yusang and Wunian were likely chatting in another room on the second floor at this hour. If this guy dressed like a bard and looked like one isn’t here for a friendly visit...

[Should I try changing the location?]

Mo squinted, quickly turning over his thoughts.

"I thought I had already introduced myself."

The bard shrugged with a lopsided grin, "Beo Lucanus is my name, you can simply call me Beo. As for my identity... Yes, as you can see, I’m a bard, incidentally one of the nine Angel Envoys under some Great Dominator. Though I’m quite an insignificant role, I got the nickname ’Third Pillar’ which sounds rather epic."

[Great Dominator? Angel Envoy? Third Pillar?]

Mo understood the first part of Beo’s self-introduction, but he couldn’t grasp the meanings behind these terms from their literal sense. Nonetheless, he felt relieved because regardless of the man’s reason for seeking him out, at least he seemed like someone with whom a dialogue could be construed.

The ability to converse meant that even if this individual harbored harmful intentions, there might still be room for negotiation.

"I sense vigilance and caution, Mr. Mo, it’s a valuable quality, a natural, reasonable alertness and wariness, but it still feels somewhat amusing."

Beo rubbed his nose and laughed exaggeratedly, the dark purple bracelet on his left wrist, engraved with a harp adornment, emitted a mysterious glow under the moonlight: "Actually, under normal circumstances, I should be the one feeling scared."

"I don’t understand what you mean, Bard."

Mo still didn’t relax his guard and merely spoke calmly: "But I don’t mind if you continue, although it would be better if we could change the venue."

However, Beo merely laughed and waved his hand: "I know what worries you, but there’s no need for it, because, at least for this short visit, I bear no ill intentions towards you or your friends. On the contrary, the root purpose of my visit is supposed to be ’salvation.’

"..."

Mo slightly furrowed his eyebrows, and after a long silence, he asked with a bitter smile: "It seems I was quite troublesome before I lost my memory?"

"In fact, you’re equally troublesome now, although the concept is somewhat different~"

Beo made a funny face at the increasingly wary young man, smiling: "Honestly, if you’re worried that you may have heard too much of ’what you shouldn’t,’ you might as well relax, because at least tonight I obtained some ability I shouldn’t possess, allowing you to forget entirely our current conversation."

Feeling almost entirely seen through wasn’t pleasant, but Mo still withdrew his hand from the sword hilt at his waist, his expression somewhat helpless: "Seems I’ve been thoroughly sorted out."

"Please don’t misunderstand; my visit isn’t to coerce you into anything you don’t want to do, merely to deliver a piece of advice, and what you do with it afterwards is entirely up to you."

Beo shook his head, strumming the lute strings casually: "I won’t interfere regardless of what decision you make."

"Sounds like it’s quite a weighty message. To be honest, if given a choice, I rather wouldn’t want to hear it."

Mo went to the cabinet by the bed, poured two cups of Qingshui, and handed one to Beo: "Go ahead, Mr. Beo."

"Thank you."

Beo politely thanked him, speaking with a light tone: "Simply put, if you continue staying here, whether it’s your few friends or this small village itself, they’ll encounter a catastrophic disaster. To be straightforward, not a single person will survive—everyone... will die."

[!]

Mo’s right hand holding the water cup trembled slightly, a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his voice remained calm: "What did you say?"

"I’m sure you’ve heard clearly, so I feel there’s no need to repeat."

Beo took a sip of the cold water Mo handed him, lazily heading for the window: "Well then, that’s all I have to say. Goodbye, Mr. Mo."

"Wait."

Predictably, Mo attempted to call him back, even taking quick steps forward trying to reach for Beo’s shoulder.