Four Split Personalities

However, Motan didn’t say much, while Jun Wu started smiling after a brief pause...

"Ah, it’s Miss Feather Song."

As he scrutinized the girl in front of him, who appeared exceptionally sunny and vivacious, he said in a measured tone, "Indeed... I’ve long heard of your reputation."

Feather Song, who had just sat down, was momentarily taken aback: "Huh? You know me? Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else?"

"I don’t think so."

Jun Wu personally refilled Feather Song’s cup with cold water, silently tearing open a Soundproof Barrier scroll beneath the table and said with a smile, "A human female aged between nineteen and twenty-three, black hair, snowy cyan eyes, height between 169 to 173 centimeters, a canine tooth showing on the left side when smiling, main profession assassin, Middle Rank power level, personality calm and sharp, emerged as a notable figure three months ago in Misha County just north of the Violet Empire, near the Southern Holy Sanctuary and the eastern border of Scarlan Duchy, where she served as the Deputy Officer of the joint forces in a catastrophe with six-figure casualties, answering solely to Saint Summer Lotus·Bamboo Leaf of the Church of the Dawn and the supreme commander Hei Fan from the same faction, also very close personally to Saint Morning Forget Language from the Church of the Dawn, playing a crucial role throughout the Requiem Plan and incidents like small-scale undead disasters, I still have a grasp of information to such extent... As for some other details that are slightly mismatched, like having a lofty personality, not talkative, a cool demeanor, I suppose that’s just a disguise, of course, it’s also possible that the personality you are displaying now is the disguise."

Not to mention Feather Song being petrified in her chair at that moment, even Motan was somewhat surprised by Jun Wu’s speech just now. Although such information held no value to him, who was involved and whose alias was the commander Hei Fan, he had never discussed these matters with Jun Wu before today. This meant the series of details about Feather Song that just matched so accurately was all information Jun Wu had collected himself. Under that premise, Motan had no doubt that Jun Wu also had a high degree of understanding of the disaster in Misha County, or else it wouldn’t be possible to mention such detailed personal data offhand.

[Heh, as expected of me, casually supporting a collaborator but encounter such a level of talent.]

Motan grinned, inexplicably starting to feel smug.

Whereupon Feather Song, after being petrified for a good while, then smacked her lips and shook her head, sighing, "Should I say the Cloud Traveler Inn lives up to its reputation? I..."

"The room on the second floor, second on the left side of that floral corridor, you can stay there."

Jun Wu casually ended the topic of Feather Song’s identity, showing no intention to dwell on it further, his tone was very indifferent: "A daily wage of two silver coins, after a thirty-day probationary period, it will increase by one silver coin, work hours are from seven in the morning until six in the afternoon, room and board included, I’ve already mentioned the commission earlier, if you have any good ideas, and if they can consistently make money, we’ll consider it a technical share in the business, any problems?"

Feather Song blinked: "Eh?"

"If you have no objections..."

Jun Wu pulled out a sale... a parchment filled with various clauses from his bag, took out a feather pen, filled in some numbers at random, and pushed it towards Feather Song: "Just sign here."

Feather Song first sat dumbstruck in her chair for five seconds, then suddenly burst into a smile, pulled the sale... the contract and gave it a careful look: "Haha, okay, okay, didn’t expect you’d suit my tastes so well... hey! What’s the deal with this dense list of deductions?!"

"Better safe than sorry."

Jun Wu smiled.

"Why on earth are there no days off?!"

Feather Song roared.

"Finishing work over six is already very early; of course, you’re also welcome to request working night shifts, and overtime is much appreciated."

Jun Wu smiled again.

"Your overtime pay is like giving alms to a beggar?!"

Feather Song roared again.

"So overtime is voluntary."

Jun Wu continued to smile.

"But the standard work hours for the week are 70 hours, you can’t reach that just by working normal hours!"

Feather Song roared on.

"So you can do overtime voluntarily."

Jun Wu beamed broadly.

"Why does sweeping, cooking, ordering, cashiering, welcome greeting, dishwashing, serving tea, watering, serving dishes, pest control, bartending, restocking, security, chatting, doorman, trash disposal, and toilet cleaning all fall within the scope of work?!"

Feather Song was hoarse with shouting.

"Ah, sorry, my bad on this one."

Jun Wu said a bit awkwardly, then picked up a quill and crossed out the word "settle up" from the long list.

"I’m begging you, be a decent person!"

Feather Song was almost lying on the table.

"Salary is increased by one silver coin per day and one standard day off per week."

"Deal."

Feather Song nodded quickly, then snatched the quill and signed her name with a flourish.

"Just kidding."

"What the heck..."

"Just joking, let’s stick to what we just agreed."

Jun Wu put away the contract and handed over the storage room key again, "Change your clothes, then go help Wei Yang with cooking, your shift starts now."

"So harsh!"

Feather Song pouted and reluctantly grabbed the key to go change in the storage room. While walking away, she muttered under her breath, "Truly a life of toil, a life of toil..."

Half an hour later

Motan finally consoled the reluctant Laisa, promising to often come for free food and drinks and to see her, then left the Cloud Traveler Inn and blended into the incessantly bustling crowd of the Wuye District, humming a tune.

"Sir, as you predicted, the Cavos Family has made a move. They’ve retracted the orders for pursuit from several channels and dispatched some people to station near the Cloud Traveler Inn in the Wuye District."

A low distorted voice suddenly rose near Motan’s ear.

The latter nodded slightly, the corners of his lips moving a bit as if he said something, but no sound emitted.

"Yes, I will handle it properly."

The voice answered respectfully, then suddenly fell silent.

Within the crowd, Motan continued walking at an easy pace, showing no sign of anything amiss, while the tails that had been following him ended up simultaneously losing sight of their target five minutes later.

...

Game Time PM 16:18

Holy Mountain Sumier, Elder’s Steps.

"Punch through them! All wind Whisper Shamans with Magic Power left, cast Magma Burst, and those who can go into Blood Rage, get up there, those bastards can’t hold on anymore!"

Fire Yang roared loudly, brandishing a whip in his hand at the bottom of the slope, exhorting his forces, while almost a hundred Whisper Cultists on the platform of the Elder’s Steps were falling in droves under the successive waves of orc assaults. This defending force, which had been constantly borrowing the power of the Evil God to use "Whispers," had exhausted all their energy but could never break through the encircling ranks, which though outnumbered, were extremely resilient. The unpredictable attack rhythm consistently gave them a frustrating feeling of having power yet nowhere to apply it. The once decisive Whispers were now continuously being used to save the day, but with diminishing effect every time. Those cursed orcs avoided direct confrontations; they continuously moved in small ranges, constantly harassing under the cover of the elemental power that should have dealt damage by the Shamans. They executed surprise attacks to perfection, finding gaps to strike down the unresponsive Heretics before they could utter a "Whisper," conducting precise tactical strikes with local ambushes, always retreating immediately after a hit, leaving no chance for counterattack.

As time went by, even with the individual strength advantage, these Whisper Cultists who endured for a full ninety minutes at the Elder’s Steps were finally thrown into disarray, fragmented beyond coherence, unable to do anything but fight on their own.

Under the constant harassment-led tactics of the forces of Holy Mountain, they finally bared their fangs following Fire Yang’s lead, and launched a savage charge that forcefully breached the enemy’s defense, which had already been torn apart!

’It’s done.’

After sending the final message and casually closing the friends list, he then canceled the title skill, letting the illusory sand table with twinkling stars in front of him disperse with the wind. The young man with black hair, who had always been watching the battle from tens of meters away, finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and gave a bitter, dry laugh...

"I really am a man doomed to hard labor."

Chapter 605: End