Four Split Personalities

The next day

Game Time AM07:02

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[Welcome back, Chaotic Neutral Tan Mo, you are about to enter The Realm of Innocence, have a good night.]

"Hu Ha, garbage time is indeed garbage time; there really is nothing to do..."

Tan Mo, having ’awakened’ in the carriage, yawned and stretched lazily. He casually pulled back the curtain to look outside and, as expected, saw a large number of soldiers from various families gathering from all directions, while in the distance, cooks were packing freshly cleaned pots and pans into carts.

The sunrise on the Moon of Poems was always late, even though it was already seven o’clock, the sky was merely faintly bright. Without the use of torches, magic crystal lamps, or illumination techniques, most people couldn’t even see what the person across the street was doing.

Of course, this situation did not apply to Motan now. With his elven bloodline, his vision was quite exceptional. Even at such times, a slight light source allowed him to see people’s expressions from thirty or forty meters away.

Those expressions mixed with unease, impatience, confusion, and chaos... were pleasing to him.

Not only ordinary soldiers but also higher-ranking officers and a few nobles and vassals of the great lords appeared equally anxious and bewildered.

In fact, the news of Ribo Bresen’s murder had not only arrived late last night but should have been known only to the great lords and their confidants. The officers and even the soldiers theoretically should have had no way of knowing such sensitive information unless something unexpected happened...

However, when two troublemakers suffering from ’garbage time’ were present, the possibility of something unexpected happening was even more likely than Ribo coming back from the dead, hence the inevitable result.

Without any prior coordination between Motan and Double Leaf, overnight, the news of the heir of the Violet Family and the empire’s crown prince, Ribo Bresen’s downfall had spread throughout the Lord’s Allied Forces. Furthermore, it had been crafted into seventeen or eighteen different versions. Some said the prince was strangled by a hunk named Long Aotian while abducting a girl in the slums, some said he died on the belly of a Fox Tribe girl while visiting a brothel in the Noble District, others mentioned he died from excessive blood loss because of a "soap incident" in the brothel, still others claimed he was assassinated by the Marshall Family, some said he was killed by a meteor while watching a meteor shower with a friend, and some even suggested that it was a plotted murder by his own younger brother or that he castrated himself in grief after hearing of his old lover, the daughter of the Marshall Family, had passed away...

It was quite the spectacle.

Even though officials from the Zijing Guard of the Royal Family down to the second commander of Fire Claw were all investigating, they couldn’t find the slightest clue about the perpetrator. This theoretically impossible situation, along with the higher-ups’ serious but somewhat perfunctory investigation orders, inevitably led those with ambitions to speculate wildly.

[Could this be something the elders tacitly allowed to happen?]

Every person of slight status began to think this reflexively, as for those who couldn’t come to this conclusion... they definitely couldn’t hold an official position.

In fact, these rumors, completely originated from the civilian organization Black Sun, hadn’t been approved by anyone—it’s just that the lords had already given up and really didn’t have time to bother with these matters anymore. Moreover, the news of Ribo’s downfall had been known to half of the lords before it was officially confirmed, like Fire Claw, Dundis, Crystal Wolf, and Hussein...

[It seems a storm is brewing, tsk tsk, although it doesn’t really involve me~]

Having acted as a propagandist for one night, Motan chuckled, then suddenly struck by an idea, clapped his hands and said, "Why don’t I sing a song to inspire their spirits~"

Speak of singing, and he would sing!

Motan took a deep breath, leaned half his face out of the window, and loudly said, "Funeral of a grass mud horse, burying you who cannot rest in peace, big brother stopped breathing, seeping into the earth, dear guests, you cannot, I’m dancing on my grave, accompanying you wait... gah!"

A group of people looked on in a mix of horror and confusion at Mr. Dabus, who had inexplicably fainted next to the carriage window, and it took them a good while to figure out what had just happened.

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Game Time AM07:08

Shaven Empire, Kondar Region, Kurlati Valley, Rebellious Army Camp

"It’s about time..."

Inside a certain tent at the center of the camp, Sin Knight, still dressed, slowly opened his eyes. He got up from the blanket that Housekeeper Dao En had specially doubled, a rare smile crossing his lips while he was alone.

He leisurely stood up, opened his friend’s messages, and read again the message that Ji Xiaodao had sent him last night...

Concise, clear, specific.

Although this piece of information was a bit slower than expected, it had enormous value.

That was enough for him; he was not in a hurry...

It seemed that although she didn’t understand everything, she was very clear about what he wanted...

Compared to those intermittent, fragmented, and annoying progress reports, producing conclusive results was the most valuable action. So, although he knew she had made progress, he deliberately ignored it until she came to the final conclusion, and she didn’t bother him with those ambiguous things that served no purpose before that.