Four Split Personalities

To his right, a half-beast girl crouched, gazing into the distance at the cooking smoke all while wildly wagging her tail.

Lustrous silver-gray hair carelessly draped over her shoulders; her pretty yet coldly attractive face would be irresistible, if one could ignore the silly, carefree smile on it. The two slightly pointed tiger teeth only added to her untamed charm, and the exquisite workmanship of her bright silver breastplate perfectly accentuated her figure, which was more wild than her little tiger teeth; it was set off perfectly. Knee-high hunting boots hugged the curves of her legs, showing a stretch of smooth and fair skin above, topped by a slender waist that couldn’t even fill a handful, soaring chest armor, a snow-white neck, and a cherry mouth dripping saliva...

"Cough, Ya Ya, dinner is almost ready, just hold on a little longer."

Motan sighed, pulling out a clean linen handkerchief from his pack and, under the envious gaze of some civil servants that nearly spat fire, grabbed Ya Ya’s head and wiped her mouth.

She responded with a silly smile sweet enough to get a score of twenty-plus on its sugar content and nodded vigorously: "Woof~"

"Good girl."

Motan rubbed Ya Ya’s head rather helplessly with the back of his hand, pocketed the handkerchief again, and nonchalantly took out a bottle of Dwarf Hot Wine, which could slightly accelerate the Physical Value Recovery Speed within two hours, and took a small sip, preparing himself for the night watch.

"Drinking the strongest alcohol, playing with the wildest dogs, worthy of the big brother."

Wang Badan watched the playful interaction between Motan and Ya Ya out of the corner of his eye and smacked his lips in admiration.

At that moment, Motan felt like drawing his sword, but he ultimately clenched his teeth and endured it. It’s not that he couldn’t bear to beat up his Dragon Clan companion, who took so much effort to pick up; it was just that Wang Ba was tough to deal with, taking beatings and cajoling all the same, and could play dead better than Darian in front of Jadka. Moreover, he was bloody vengeful, narrow-minded, and took every slight seriously - the brazenness could drive any decent person to spit blood. Knowing Wang Ba’s temperament all too well, Motan didn’t immediately educate him but gave him a ’I’ll take care of you later’ look, letting him sweat it out for a bit, planning to find an opportunity to educate him alone later.

After all, they were likely not going to have a peaceful night, and it was better to conserve his energy for pummeling him.

Realizing this, Wang Badan knew to shrink back into his shell and keep quiet after his sarcastic remark.

"Accept misfortunes as decrees of fate..."

Dabus, as he wiped the drooling Anthony, offered a couple of dry laughs to Motan. The former teacher had also tried to educate Wang Ba as he did Anthony but to no avail, as the latter two were essentially a set of antonyms. Anthony lacked common sense and had poor comprehension, but as long as he wasn’t hungry to the point of rampaging, he was quite obedient. His slow learning was mainly due to his talents. On the other hand, Wang Ba was on the other extreme, possessing strong comprehension skills and having inherited knowledge from the Dragon Clan, leaving very little he couldn’t understand. He was quick-witted, intelligent, able to draw inferences from one case to another, spent with corruption, with astonishingly twisted morals, that even the much-loved Teacher Jarvis (Dabus in reality) couldn’t correct him. Just like you can’t wake a person who’s pretending to sleep, you equally cannot rehabilitate a complete bastard.

[His name really wasn’t chosen wrongly.]

Dabus looked at Wang Ba, who lay beside Motan, with a sense of helplessness, shaking his head in melancholy.

For such a strange creature, neglecting to educate him wasn’t an option, but it also proved that education wasn’t a catch-all solution.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he had to.

Thus, Teacher Jarvis sighed deeply.

Motan’s emotional ups and downs weren’t as intense. Though as Wang Badan’s actual companion, nominal master, and rider, he was the biggest victim, Motan still treated him with much more patience than others. It wasn’t because he was excessively kind-hearted or reluctant to let go of his powerful mount, but because Motan clearly understood that no matter how morally corrupted Wang Badan was, there was still a bottom line.

Though that bottom line was very, very, very low, it truly existed, and Motan could tolerate him, willing to subtly change him to the best of his ability.

If Wang Badan truly had no bottom line, even if he wasn’t a bastard but a dragon of Epic or even Legendary caliber, the current Motan would definitely choose to go separate ways.

But he still had a bottom line.

With that in mind, Motan no longer expected Wang Badan to change much within a few short months. A young dragon that had endured a thousand years of solitude, a hatchling that had prematurely awakened from its seal by accident, a baby that had to amuse itself over the long years with knowledge not of its own - it was already impressive that it hadn’t gone crazy and had held on until Motan and Ji Xiaoge rescued it.

If it were a truly uninfluenced baby, it would’ve been fine, but the bastard had learned much from the unique inheritance of the Dragon Clan, understood how fascinating the outside world was, knew the cuteness of girls, and understood the taste of loneliness.

As for eternal sleep or something like that, perhaps it truly had slept for a few hundred years, but Motan didn’t believe that Wang Badan had been really asleep all that time. Although it was just an intuition, he still believed that the other side would only force itself to sleep for a while when it was about to be driven mad by loneliness, then continue to guard the stone chamber with trepidation, full of expectancy.

It shouldn’t be lonely anymore, nor should it continue to be scared.

As its guardian, he would take care of it as much as possible, until that turtle, which had been protecting itself with a disguise, walked out of the shadows.

"Damn, I suddenly feel nauseous, big bro why does your gaze look so sleazy!?"

Wang Badan shivered inside its shell.

[Well, maybe it’s not all an act...]

Motan sighed and pulled out a tea leaf egg that he had treasured and tossed it into the turtle’s shell, there was a boom, and the world fell silent.

"Wow, what mischief did Badan get up to this time? I thought I’d lost my Magic Wand."

The Old Mage, holding a pot big enough to feed twenty people with one hand, came over with a chuckle. He glanced at the smoking turtle shell by Motan’s feet, bent down and placed the food on the ground: "Let’s eat."

"Thanks for getting it~"

Motan smiled at Jadka, who looked increasingly like an immortal sage, took out an enormous ham from his baggage to give to Ya Ya, and quickly handed out a bunch of travel utensils like bowls, plates, knives and forks to everyone, and clapped his hands saying: "Everyone eat up, rest early after finishing, we’ve still got two more days of travel ahead."

"Yum yum! Starving myself!"

Ya Ya cheered, restraining himself from diving straight into the pot of food, he swiftly filled a large bowl of rice and chomped down on it with that portion of ham.

Dabus also threw a hook punch to restrain Anthony from throwing himself into the pot of food, swiftly pulling out a large chunk of roasted meat from his bag to stuff in the latter’s mouth, then quickly served a bowl of rice, taking two bites before bringing it to Anthony’s mouth, who had already finished the roast meat—his movements were smoothly connected.

And as for the fact that Dabus, who clearly hadn’t led a very fortunate life, had a spatial storage item, Jadka had long become accustomed to it. The old man was not foolish at all. After spending so much time together day and night, how could he not realize that both Motan and Dabus were people with secrets, he just had no interest in digging deeper.

Moments later, Motan and Jadka also picked up their bowls and began to eat in no hurry.

However, just then...

"Yo!!"

A vibrant voice suddenly rang out behind the group. Motan turned around and saw a girl in light armor standing with her arms crossed, watching him with an excited smile on her face.

"Good day to everyone, I’m Autumn Moon, the leader of the Lively Crowd Gathering Group!"

The girl grinned broadly.

"Hey hey hey, so why is your mobility so high..."

The man following behind the girl sighed powerlessly, listlessly nodding to Motan and the others...

"Hello everyone, I’m Smith, in charge of odds and ends in the Lively Crowd Gathering Group."

Chapter 613: Ending