Four Split Personalities

Game Time PM21:27

Mercury City, Lord’s Hall

As the core of the entire Marshal Territory, the Lord’s Hall located at the center of Mercury City vastly surpasses the City Hall and Duke’s Manor in scale. It boasts an enormous footprint, lavish decoration, and comprehensive security measures. From the outside, it resembles an enhanced, luxury edition of the Sālāmù’ēn Mercury Court. In terms of armament, it is akin to a fully equipped heavy fortress. Despite lacking conventional walls and defense works, this building, known as ’The Hall’, is as impregnable as can be. The omnipresent detection, perception, and alarm arrays are always active. Even the defensive barrier known as "Dusk Sky" has not ceased since half a day ago. Even if a thousand Advanced Stage Spellcasters were to bombard the place from the outside, or an equal-tier Knight Order were to charge, they could not breach this place in a short period.

And this is only what’s known ’above the table’...

It’s clear how insecure the master of this place must feel.

"I do not feel insecure, Miss Jiawen!"

Walking back and forth beside the round table, Baffy Marshal shook his head gloomily, his face pale and worn: "I’m merely taking precautions before anything happens. You understand my meaning!"

"Of course, I understand your meaning..."

Leaning against the table, Jiawen smiled wryly, her Orc matron features bizarrely exuding a captivating charm, which made Sylvia Frostbloom by her side blink in confusion.

Baffy Marshal heaved a sigh, then heavily sat back in the chief seat, gritting his teeth: "Then please stop making sarcastic remarks. Our current situation is very bad, extremely bad."

The ’guest of the Marshal Territory,’ the seductive Blood Seeker Sylvia Frostbloom, languidly stretched her body and said with a laugh in a slightly husky voice as sexy as her figure: "Indeed, if the situation continues to deteriorate, I should prepare to make a run for it."

Facing her across the table, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Lina Foggie, Marshal Territory’s second-in-command in name, glared at Sylvia with irritation and said solemnly: "Lady, at a time like this, we should be standing united!"

The old Goblin’s complexion was even worse than Baffy Marshal’s, and visible beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. His wrinkled pale-green face was nearly translucent, and his hands that rested on his knees trembled ceaselessly, giving off the impression that he could collapse at any moment.

However, as someone who had weathered many storms, Minister Foggie remained actively seeking solutions instead of actually collapsing.

"Don’t worry, my contract with Mr. Baffy is still somewhat in effect, and I will try my best when needed."

Sylvia couldn’t be bothered to argue with the ascetic Goblin opposite her and just slouched in her chair listlessly, her arms encircling her scarcely clothed and proud bosom, idly saying: "After all, life here is too comfortable. Unless absolutely necessary, I certainly wouldn’t just walk away."

The subtext clearly implied that if it really came to that, she would indeed walk away without hesitation.

After a brief silence...

"Heh, I think I need to remind you both."

Jiawen’s gaze lingered on Baffy and Foggie for a moment, smiling: "Whether ’our current situation is very bad’ or ’we should stand united,’ the ’we’ in those phrases don’t relate to me in the slightest. Mr. Foggie can be set aside for now, but Duke... no, I should say the former Duke, please make sure you understand this."

The next second, a figure shrouded in black plate armor, tall with a slightly less notable presence, suddenly stood up. Two red dots beneath the Knight’s helmet stared intently at Jiawen: "How dare you!"

He was the former leader of the Mercury Guard and also the head of the second Slave Capturing Group, one of Marshal’s confidants. His status and power beneath the table far exceeded that of Foggie and Sylvia. As for Breil Blackhoof, the head of the ’first’ Slave Capturing Group, he was nothing but a lackey in his eyes.

This man’s strength was also the strongest among everyone present, second only to Baffy Marshal.

Consequently, upon Jiawen’s ’disrespectful’ remarks, this loyal and formidable warrior instantly became enraged, glaring at her threateningly.

"That’s enough, Quinn."

Marshal shook his head and gestured with his hand: "What Miss Jiawen said was actually..."

"Wait a moment."

Clearly, Baffy intended to smooth things over, but Jiawen did not give him face. With her rather plump body, she slowly slid off the edge of the table and walked towards the man known as Quinn, asking calmly: "What did you say?"

With a deep grunt, Quinn placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist: "I said you dare... uh... eh..."

In the next instant, Quinn staggered back several steps under Jiawen’s gaze, shaking involuntarily. In his eyes, the unremarkable Orc matron in front of him seemed to have sprouted an extra pair of eyes, eyes that made him involuntarily want to kneel, exuding an oceanic pressure.

This individual, possessing near-legendary strength and capable of using the power of "Whisper", was like a frog caught in the stare of a snake, unable to utter even half a word.