Four Split Personalities

"Mr. Otto is quite an interesting person."

Ivy smiled sweetly, then stood up and curtsied to Lady Fyari: "Nice to meet you, Lady Fyari. I’m Ivy Lehman, a member of the Miracle City delegation, and also the lover of Mr. Link Zelda beside me."

Fyari returned with a casual forehead touch, a gesture unique to the Wealth Sect, and then raised an eyebrow: "Miracle City? Lehman? Are you perhaps from the Lehman family that’s fond of dabbling in handcrafted eyeballs?"

Ivy nodded shyly, smiling, "Yes, I guess you could say I’m a member of the Lehman family."

"Haha, great, I’ve admired your family’s craftsmanship for quite a while; we should be friends."

Fyari grinned and then turned to look behind the bar again: "Otto~"

"Present."

"Give Miss Lehman and her lover a free order."

"Understood."

Otto nodded immediately, sliding the bottle of liquid and the [Hundred Forms] that Mo Tan had placed on the table earlier back in front of him.

"Open three more bottles of [Heads or Tails of Fortune]."

Motan unhesitatingly tucked away the [Hundred Forms] and snapped his fingers crisply.

Otto: "..."

"How much do you love drinking dyes, Mr. Zelda... uh..."

Fyari glanced sideways at Motan, but halfway through her sentence, she suddenly paused, forcibly swallowing the latter half.

Motan cheerfully raised his glass to Fyari in salute, downed the last drop of [Brilliance of Gold Coins], and then flicked the glass precisely towards Otto: "I just purely enjoy this kind of luxury that doesn’t require any cost."

"Wait a moment!"

Fyari directly ignored what Motan said, quickly walked over to him, bent slightly, and closely observed his soft-lined, slightly mischievous smile. She stared intently for a full two minutes.

"Ahem, Lady Fyari."

Ivy pondered and finally decided to hug Motan’s arm, seriously saying: "Though Link isn’t mine, I won’t let you snatch him away easily!"

"You’re overthinking it."

Fyari waved her hand dismissively at Ivy and then studied Motan’s face again, hesitatingly saying: "Mr. Zelda, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but you... really resemble an acquaintance of mine."

Ivy, who had relaxed before, grew wary once more and cautiously asked: "That acquaintance wouldn’t happen to have had a thing with Your Ladyship, would they?"

"Don’t worry, that guy isn’t my type. Plus, he’s, sort of, got a girlfriend."

Fyari shook her head, her gaze still fixed on Motan. She frowned: "It can’t be said you’re particularly similar, but some details are too alike..."

"It’s a world full of wonderful things, especially lately..."

Motan smiled profoundly and said ambiguously: "But that’s not the reason I made this trip here, Your Ladyship. If you’re really interested in my appearance, we can discuss it after our business talk."

"Alright, we’ll go with what you said, Mr. Zelda."

Fyari nodded readily, then casually pulled over a chair and sat opposite them, earnestly saying: "Based on the content Otto previously conveyed to me, this time you’ve come to talk to me about the business regarding ’soda’, right?"

Motan lightly patted the back of Ivy’s hand, signaling her to let go, and when the young lady obediently complied, he smiled and said: "To be precise, it’s my personal intention to find you, Ivy is simply accompanying me for a drink, hehe. By the way, the lover thing was a joke. She’s a very good friend of mine."

Hearing this, Ivy pouted angrily, but she graciously chose to stay silent.

"Well, it doesn’t matter whether it’s one or two people."

Fyari waved dismissively and narrowed her eyes, softly saying: "What’s important is, in terms of the ’carbonated beverage’, how much say do you exactly have, Mr. Zelda?"

Motan rubbed his chin, pondering for a few seconds before thoughtfully replying: "About... ninety percent?"

Fyari raised an eyebrow, crossing her elegantly curved legs just like Motan, and with a slight frown, repeated: "About?"

"Okay, a hundred percent."

Motan quickly changed his tune, firmly stating: "You might as well understand that I have absolute, one hundred percent control over the ’soda’ business."

"Very well."

Fyari nodded and casually said: "But if I’m not mistaken, the fact that the Cloud Traveler Inn in the Wuye District of the City of Freedom is selling soda does ’conflict’ with the business you intend to discuss with me, Mr. Zelda, doesn’t it? Over here, we are a modest operation and dare not snatch food from the mouth of the inn. Yet, our scale isn’t that small, so I’m not interested in leftovers. What do you propose?"

Motan grinned, speaking lightheartedly: "Nothing needs doing because the ’conflict’ you just hypothesized actually doesn’t exist. Indeed, the shop got a certain share of ’soda’ due purely to my personal relationship with its owner; nothing official was involved. Simply put, if..."

"As long as our progress here goes smoothly, you can cut off their supply at any time, right?"

Fyari also smiled, lightly twirling her finger through her hair while focusing intently on Motan’s eyes, asking: "Can I understand it as that inn selling ’soda’ was fundamentally to catch my attention?"

Motan clapped his hands, calmly replying: "Partially correct, but not comprehensive."

"Thought so~"

Showing a knowing expression, Fyari lowered her hand, letting go of the lock of smooth golden hair on her shoulder, and sighed softly: "Besides me, you’ve listed the Gold Coin Guild, Steam Consortium, and other powerful large entities as potential partners, haven’t you?"

"There aren’t any other major entities; my potential partners include only the Gold Coin Guild, Steam Consortium, and Your Ladyship’s [Shop No. 0]... Hmm, this thing is screwed on tight."

Motan picked up the soda by his hand, struggling greatly to unscrew the cap, then offered it to Fyari: "Would you like some?"

Fyari waved her hand to politely decline: "No thanks, I tried all the flavors on my first day here, thanks to Otto’s efforts."

"Huh, and just now you acted like you didn’t know, like you’ve never seen them!"

Ivy suddenly recollected Otto’s reaction upon seeing the soda in Motan’s hand and exclaimed.

Otto subtly smiled: "Major concerns, dare not overstep."

"Great, seems we have a perfect beginning."

Motan laughed happily, then placed the soda in Ivy’s hands and asked Fyari: "So, since you’ve tried our soda yourself, what do you think of its potential?"

"If it comes to imitation, I could start at least six production lines simultaneously."

Fyari slightly lifted her chin, with frankness revealing her first reaction after trying the soda, nonchalantly saying: "Neither the taste nor the texture would lose to your ’original version’."

Motan showed no hint of surprise or anger, merely nodding calmly: "However, lacking professional staff for new product development, your subsequent imitation speed for endless new products won’t be quick."

"So what? If it’s just about occupying the market, the quantity on my side is enough to overwhelm the quality on yours."

"Haha, just six production lines. "

"Oh? Can you do it too?"

"No, I can’t."

"Then..."

"But if it were the Gold Coin Commerce Association and Steam Consortium, not to mention six lines, if they were determined, even sixteen or sixty lines wouldn’t be an issue."

Chapter 1085: End.