Four Split Personalities

At the same time, within the Dragon King’s Tomb

"How’s it going? How’s it going?"

Ji Xiaoge saw Mor coming back from his messaging trance and failed to notice his increasingly peculiar expression, just hurriedly shook his arm and asked, "Got any leads yet?"

Motan organized his thoughts for quite some time before nodding with difficulty: "Well, there is a lead. Femigel and Lujiang happen to be with Cordova at this moment..."

"Femigel? I remember Femigel is quite old, these kinds of problems shouldn’t be too difficult for him, right?"

Ji Xiaoge excitedly flapped her wings and enthusiastically slapped her hands together: "So what did Femigel say?"

"He said..."

Motan took a deep breath and relayed the message from Cordova verbatim to Ji Xiaoge, which left the girl utterly dumbfounded.

"The triple hit of sweet, sweet love?"

The girl’s eyes widened in shock, repeating: "The best teething toy for a young dragon is... a fully armed Dwarf Heavy Cavalier? What kind of mess is this?"

Motan shrugged helplessly: "That’s what Femigel said."

"He can’t be kidding us, right? No way, let me give it a try!"

Ji Xiaoge bit her lip lightly and swiftly snatched back the golden feather pen from Mo’s hand, trotted to the end of the parchment where [Section Three: General Knowledge]was, and flamboyantly filled in the blank for question two with: Fully armed Dwarf Heavy Cavalier.

[Xiaoge’s calligraphy... is a bit tragic.]

Upon seeing the girl write for the second time, Motan couldn’t help but silently lament in his heart, as Ji Xiaoge’s handwriting was extraordinarily terrible.

Then...

As soon as the answer was filled in, a flash of light came from the question, and in an instant, it twisted into the words [Correct], startling them both.

Ji Xiaoge stared dumbfoundedly at the feather pen in her hand, muttering subconsciously: "It’s actually correct!?"

"So it seems..."

Motan was also slightly surprised, but being accustomed to a variety of different styles, he wasn’t too shocked, quickly sharing Cordova’s message with Ji Xiaoge, saying, "Try the question in the first section."

Since he didn’t have wings, reaching the questions in the first section was quite difficult. Although he could manage to answer by jumping repeatedly, with the girl next to him capable of flying, Motan naturally went with the flow and suggested she try her hand instead.

Ji Xiaoge nodded slightly, flapped her wings to hover in front of the [First Section]at the top of the parchment, and after glancing at the message column, quickly wrote down ’Golden Dragon Claw, Violent Dragon Claw Murder, Burning Empty Flame’ as well as ’The triple hit of sweet, sweet love’.

Then, another flash of light came, but instead of turning into the word [Correct], it wiped away a large part of Ji Xiaoge’s handwriting, which, though difficult to call ugly, was so skewed it could nearly fly off the page, leaving only ’The triple hit of sweet, sweet love.’

[Could it be that Xiaoge’s handwriting is somewhat low in recognizability? No... that’s not right, it shouldn’t be the problem of calligraphy skills, if so then...]

Motan reacted quickly. While Ji Xiaoge was still dazed, he had already figured out the correct direction and immediately said loudly: "Night Song, try replacing the previous content with ’Seductress’s Leg’, ’Hugged Sister Killer’, and ’Sealing the Affection with a Kiss’."

"Eh?"

Although Ji Xiaoge saw the full content in the message column, she still gave Motan a ’are you kidding me’ look and shrugged after seeing that he did not appear to be joking, changing the answer to a more common and understandable expression.

’Seductress’s Leg’, ’Hugged Sister Killer’, ’Sealing the Affection with a Kiss’.

Just as the word ’affection’ was written down, the text-heavy first question instantly burst into brilliant light and, under the bemused watch of the pair, rapidly morphed into the words [Correct].

In less than ten minutes, they had actually answered three questions correctly!

"But I don’t know why..."

Ji Xiaoge wearily landed back beside Motan with a very wooden expression: "I don’t feel any sense of achievement, neither for the questions I answered correctly nor the ones we cheated."

Motan nodded solemnly: "I completely understand how you feel."

"My heart is tired; you keep asking."

"Sure, find a few questions from each section, so even if we hit Femigel’s knowledge blind spot, we can think of other solutions sooner."

Motan nodded lightly, then raised his head to quickly skim the parchment, soon sending a new set of questions to Cordova—

[First Section: Dragon Clan History]

[Question Two: The son of the Sixth Generation Golden Dragon King, Black Dragon Tygore, died of ＿＿＿]

...

[Second Section: World History]

[Question One: The forefather of wartime engineering is ＿＿]

[Question Two: The largest barbeque party in history was held in the year ＿＿, at the location ＿＿]

...

[Third Section: General Knowledge]

[Question One: A healthy newborn dragon must drink at least ＿＿ of mother’s milk every day]

...

At the same time, at the Seventh Outer Mountain of Sky Pillar Mountain

Having just relayed the new questions to Femigel, Cordova looked at him impatiently and urged, "Hurry up, what’s the dawdling for? Isn’t it all related to your Dragon Clan’s business?"

"Which is why I’m asking, why do you suddenly want to ask me these things, and from such tricky angles?"

Femigel frowned and didn’t wait for Cordova to answer but stroked his chin and pondered: "Most of the things you’ve just said, I know them. First for the sixth-generation Golden Dragon King’s son, that unfortunate child, he died from food poisoning, rumored to have eaten a smoked iron beast leg expired for one thousand four hundred years, and ended up dying of diarrhea; about the largest barbeque party, I’ve only heard of it, it was at Sacred Dragon Peak in the year 27 of the Holy Calendar, I wasn’t even an egg yet; a healthy young dragon, not counting snacks, should drink at least half a ton of mother’s milk every day..."