Four Split Personalities

Standing behind the three of them, Tero, with his right hand always resting on his longsword, shook his head seriously and said in a deep voice, "Her Highness the Saintess has absolutely no intention of deceiving you, Lord Cordova. The monster indeed has another form besides its current shape. I am willing to vouch for it in the name of the Goddess..."

"Cough cough, never mind, never mind, I was just saying it offhand."

Cordova waved his hand awkwardly to interrupt the earnest assurance and stood up, scratching his head: "So when can we see the good stuff?"

"That... I don’t know..."

Yu Chen shyly lowered her head, speaking softly: "When we first caught him, this... um, this monster was mostly in this shape. It only occasionally turned into a human form, so to say when it might happen, we can’t really say."

Cordova’s interest immediately waned.

Just then, Motan suddenly turned to Tero, who was on full alert, and said, "Sorry, could you help call the prison guard... um, I mean the guard here? I have something I want to confirm."

Tero was momentarily stunned, then turned to look at Yu Chen, since even if he wanted to comply, he didn’t have the authority to do so, but it was different for Her Highness the Saintess.

"Thank you, Mr. Tero."

Yu Chen nodded slightly, speaking softly: "After all, we were the ones who captured it, and now that we have some free time, if it’s about research or inquiries relating to it, we have that responsibility."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Tero nodded and then addressed Cordova in a stern voice: "Then during this time, the safety of Her Highness the Saintess is in your hands, Lord Cordova."

The latter nonchalantly waved his hand, casually saying: "Alright, alright, just go with peace of mind. It doesn’t even take five minutes to go up and down the stairs here. Are you really worried that during this time the monster will suddenly go berserk and hurt someone? No, no, no, stop looking at me like that. I promise if the thing goes crazy, trying to turn into some tentacle monster or something and hurt people, I’ll flatten it before it can even raise your Saintess."

’Kick him for me (#`皿´)!’

Motan immediately received a friend message from Yu Chen, which exactly struck a chord with him.

"Then we’ll leave it to you, Lord Cordova."

Tero, who hadn’t delved into such matters, saluted Cordova and then strode upstairs.

And then, just as his figure disappeared at the entrance...

"Wham!"

Motan suddenly flipped up his robe, kicking out straight at Cordova’s waist, and the next second, he let out a short yelp of pain, falling to the ground clutching his ankle.

Cordova, who was immune to the said worthless Priest’s flying kick, chuckled twice and asked with a pained expression: "What are you doing?"

"Hey ya!"

Yu Chen, with her face flushed red, threw a punch at Cordova at the same time, then squatting there with tearful eyes clutching her small fist.

"You two are... ah, my bad!"

It was then that Cordova belatedly realized that his previous remarks about tentacle monsters might have been in poor taste. To prevent the two from hurting themselves by attacking him again, he immediately and forthrightly apologized.

Shakily rising to his feet, Motan cast a Holy Healing Technique on Yu Chen, giving Cordova a mean glance: "Got a seed?"

Cordova looked serious: "My dad stole the hard drive."

"Hey ya!"

Without another word, Yu Chen, with her face reddening once again, landed a straight punch on Motan.

"Umf..."

The latter actually collapsed to the ground from the blow.

The girl looked at her own small fist, then at Motan who was doubled over and turning pale, and immediately put her hands behind her back, saying sheepishly: "Was that, I have so much strength?"

Motan chuckled bitterly as he straightened up, baring his teeth in a grin, "Anyway, you’re older than me, that’s for sure. You’re a dual top-ranking professional, plus you’re higher level and better equipped than I am. Killing a few noobs like me in hand-to-hand combat would be too easy."

Cordova rolled his eyes and snorted, "It’s not like you could win without a melee. That giant black pillar that Yu Chen casts in Misha County, even I would struggle to take it lightly."

"Yes, yes, I already admitted I’m a noob..."

Motan agreed with Cordova’s statement with exceptional calmness. After all, his own strength really wasn’t that great. Not only that, both ’Tan Mo’ and ’Mor’ were only average or slightly above average in terms of raw strength. As for the character ’Hei Fan,’ let alone those with extraordinary talents or astonishing bone structure like Yu Chen and Cordova, even many who could reliably be online for 12 hours of real-time a day outclassed him.

Of course, that was just on paper. If someone were to try and kill off ’Hei Fan,’ ’Tan Mo,’ or ’Mor’ right now, the difficulty level of taking down Hei Fan would be the highest, while the strongest, Mor, would actually be the easiest to kill.

In short, at least at this moment in time, it would not be easy for Motan (for each character) to close the power gap with the main force, considering his average online time.

So, getting back to the point...

Three minutes later, Tero’s figure reappeared on the stone steps, followed by a plump Dwarf elder in the Sun Sect’s Priest’s Robe, the same staffer who had previously welcomed the group.

"Old Moore greets everyone once again."

The Dwarf elder beamed with kindly eyes, bowed to Yu Chen, and respectfully said, "Your Highness the Saintess, how may I assist you?"

Yu Chen turned her head toward Hei Fan, giving him a gentle nod.

"Hello, Brother Moore, I am Hei Fan from the Church of the Dawn. I would like to briefly understand some details from you."

Motan smiled at the old Dwarf in front of him, then glanced at the cell next to them, "Some of which are related to the being personally captured by Her Highness the Saintess."

Moore immediately nodded vigorously and patted his chest, saying, "Rest assured, old Moore will withhold nothing."

Motan didn’t hesitate to ask in a serious tone, "Firstly, I would like to know about this ’monster’ which is said to have two forms of existence. Apart from its current form of mist, when does it turn into the human form that Her Highness the Saintess mentioned?"

"Well, uhm..."

Old Moore, who had just boasted of his frankness, now seemed troubled and hesitated for a while before awkwardly saying, "When the monster transforms into human form, it constantly crazily charges at the bars and makes a lot of noise. From what we hear, it usually happens later in the day."

Motan furrowed his brows and pressed on, "Is there a specific time? Like, ’from this time to this time on such and such day.’"

Moore bowed his head in shame and said with a wry smile, "I’m truly... very sorry. Actually, us guards seldom come down here, except when delivering food and doing regular cleanings. After all, you know... beings imprisoned in this kind of place, even if they’re not up to much, still pose some degree of danger, so... uh..."

"That’s alright, Brother Moore. I was just asking casually."

Motan quietly sighed and hesitated a moment before asking persistently, "Then, even if it’s just once, has there ever been a more precise timing for this monster to shift between human form and mist?"

"Sorry..."

"Alright, that’s fine."

Motan chuckled dryly and then, with a rather serious expression, asked Moore, "May I entrust you with a matter?"

"You just say it."

"If possible, even if it’s just for today, could you arrange for someone to monitor this monster?" Motan’s eyes were intense as he locked gazes with Moore, "Just once is fine. I want to know the timing of its appearance and disappearance."

Moore quickly nodded and said loudly, "No problem, then I will stay and guard..."

"Hold on a moment."

Just then, Cordova suddenly stood up, smiling at Moore, "Since you’ve already said this place isn’t that safe, and my brother here has made such an excessive request, then why not..."

"Why not?"

"Why not let me stand guard here for a day?"

Chapter 516: The End