Four Split Personalities

She gently but firmly took the cup from Motan’s hand and lit a few sticks of dry wood nearby to start boiling the second pot of water.

Motan shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Do you remember when the Requiem Plan was just agreed upon? I had Xia Lian write a letter to the Grand Duke of Scarlan next door, and then asked someone from the Thief Guild to deliver it."

The girl was stunned for a moment and exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? It only took one letter?"

"One letter was enough."

Scratching his head, Motan gently moved his bandage-wrapped arm, "I had Xia Lian write out the entire process of the Requiem Plan in the letter, and also asked Luna to copy our research and analysis of the plague and the mutants so far, objectively letting the other party understand our plans and the specific dangers of the plague."

Yu Chen knew he hadn’t finished speaking, so she just continued to shake her head slightly and squatted down to boil the water, her fair face reddened slightly by the firelight.

It was only after a few seconds that Motan cleared his throat, taking his gaze away from the girl’s cheek, "Finally, I had Xia Lian subtly express her intention to fight to the death in the letter. The Grand Duke of Scarlan must have known for some time that Her Highness the Saintess is not in good condition, but he could never have guessed that Xia Lian might actually be killed by those zombies here."

Yu Chen bit her lower lip lightly, her expression dimming slightly, always feeling that Xia Lian being backfired by Divine Power was due to her invoking the Goddess of Darkness.

"Don’t think too much, many things are beyond our control."

Motan shook his head, subtly reassuring the girl, then continued, "So, the Grand Duke of Scarlan got to know a few things, first, we plan to have a decisive battle with those guys today; second, if we lose, the unattended, infected civilians are very likely to lose control and do something like flee into Skalan Duchy territory; third, the lethality of this plague is huge, even bigger than they had previously estimated; fourth, the benevolent Xia Lian, despite being in very poor condition, is still willing to fight those monsters to the very last moment, so she is very likely to fall; fifth, although the plague is fearsome, it is not without solutions, and the first choice is naturally the Holy Church Union. The Church of the Dawn is one of the main pillars in the Holy Church Union, and it focuses primarily on treatment, purification, and such services, and Xia Lian is one of the key pillars of the Church of the Dawn, she is powerful, esteemed, widely loved, so if Skalan Duchy does not reach out to help us in our time of crisis, if Xia Lian falls, there will be a part of responsibility on Skalan. Conversely, if they send troops to help and as long as it isn’t a meager aid, even if we lose, the Holy Church Union will try its best to help before the situation spirals out of control. Think about Xia Lian’s role in the plan and Skalan Duchy’s proudest naval forces, they just need to follow the tributaries of the Jin Hui River eastward, their reinforcements may not be able to turn the tide of the battle, but saving a nearly exhausted and dying Her Highness the Saintess is very likely, and in that case, it would be the Church of the Dawn that owes Skalan Duchy a favor."

Yu Chen stared with wide eyes, her mouth slightly ajar, dumbfounded at Motan.

"Uh, that’s about it, so I think there’s a not-so-small chance they’ll send people over to help."

Motan scratched his cheek somewhat embarrassingly, with a sheepish grin, "By the way, since I asked Luna to exaggerate the infection rate among the common people by thirty percent in the report, if they are afraid that the support they send could bring the plague into their country, they can only use low-rank professionals or warriors above that, um... that’s roughly it..."

Possibly still in a state of shock, Yu Chen finally regained her senses and after organizing her thoughts for a long while, muttered, "Motan is so impressive..."

Clearly, the girl was at a loss for words from the shock.

"It’s just doing my humanly duties with acceptance of fate,"

Motan smiled a bit sheepishly, his face slightly flushed, "Actually, it’s just a more idealized idea. I didn’t have any expectations myself, maybe they didn’t even think that much..."

"No~"

Yu Chen shook her head, refilled Motan’s cold tea, and standing up, she tilted her head and smiled, "Motan is really impressive, how should I put it, well, just very cool!"

Suddenly, someone felt that burning through most of his brain cells staying up all night was worth it.

"In any case, this way everyone can rest a bit longer."

Motan accepted the red tea from Yu Chen with a bit of stiffness, trying hard to block out whether the subtle fragrance emanating in front of him was from the tea or the one brewing it, and awkwardly diverted the topic which he actually wanted to continue listening to about ’Motan being cool’: "Let me emphasize again, you must strictly do as I have said when the time comes!"