Four Split Personalities

79: Chapter 32: Whisper Under the Shadow_1 79: Chapter 32: Whisper Under the Shadow_1 Dave.

Sagel was the only survivor of that previous accident, he barely escaped back to Pato City with grave injuries that had rendered his body a puzzle of wounds.

Deep claw marks that exposed bone, a piercing wound at his shoulder blade could have ended Dave’s life.

The unique toxin of the Redback beasts had nearly sent him into the grasp of death…

Though miraculously, he was saved.

According to the clergy of the Holy Union, Dave must have been favored by deities.

The Divine Arts, which could only perform their roles to human limitations, somehow resonated with him, as though Gods had personally come to his aid.

Severe wounds healed instantly under such divine power.

And it surely was not a Divine Art that a mere high priest could conjure!

This young man was pitied by the gods…

Soon, the news grew wings and spread throughout the city.

That’s what Cole told Motan, and the intelligence from the Thief Guild confirmed the same.

But from what Motan saw now, this so-called ‘critically wounded but still praying for his lost companions in the cathedral every day, only leaving after sundown’ Dave was perfectly healthy!

[Heh, even such a sloppy idol fooled those religious cons, seems like this Holy Union is just a bunch of shortsighted fish…]

Mo sighed inwardly, subtly changing his viewpoint to observe the room more comfortably.

Indeed, the character of “Tan Mo” managed to sneak into Dave’s home before the last logout, and had made some preparations, such as creating a hole in the wardrobe.

For this, he must thank Mr.

Bào dé for the high-quality, one-time lock-pick tool, which opened a lock, although a plain one, filled with Rare Red Demon Gold, in less than two minutes.

By the way, the [Realm of Innocence] does have a lock-picking level, but not an actual “lock-picking” skill.

Logically, if players could work their way into locks just by muttering the skill name, that would be too absurd…

The lock-picking level depends on personal talent and aptitude.

If a professional locksmith plays this game, their initial lock picking level would likely be around seven or eight.

Conversely, if you level up locking-picking skills in [Realm of Innocence], you could become quite handy if you steal in the real world~

Just before Motan logged out, after dealing with the front door of Dave’s house, he immediately received a system prompt.

[Your lock-picking level has been unlocked, the current lock-picking level is 9, Trickery School level+3]

We’d better not look into this much, otherwise that’s all we’d talk about in this chapter~

Back to the subject…

Dave finally took off all his bandages.

His bare upper body bore no sign of injuries, but Motan noticed a hint of black circulating under the skin in several places.

“Another torturous day,” Dave took a few deep breaths, looking at the pile of blood-stained bandages on the floor with a disgusted expression, he sneered, “Boring, tedious, and nauseating!”

Such a twisted and resentful face hardly connected him to the upright and kind-hearted Dave.

Well, to Motan, this was hardly surprising.

He rolled his eyes, even finding it a little dull…

Boom!

A cloud of dark gray flame passed over, reducing the pile of bandages, that seemed to serve a similar function to theatrical costumes, into ashes.

Besides the sound of the ‘boom’, which was almost as loud as a fart, there was no temperature or energy fluctuation that flame should have, it wasn’t like Divine Arts nor did it resemble magic.

Although Motan did not have our God’s eye view at this moment, he instantly made a judgment.

[Dark Arts…]

He raised his eyebrow slightly, squinting as he stared at the ash-like substance on the ground, this confirmed his previous suspicion.

[There are traces of corrosion, and though not obvious, there was indeed a hint of chill just now.

Combining this with previous information and his current behavior, he is almost certainly a follower of the Heretical Church.]

Motan particularly wanted to whistle but held back…

Dave, who seemed to have let off some steam, stood idly, laughing to himself.

He was, of course, unaware that he wasn’t alone in the room, there was another person hiding in the wardrobe.

[If a lady claiming to be his girlfriend barges into this room now and pulls me out of this wardrobe, that must be God’s idea of a joke~]

For some reason, Motan thought of this, and then…

Knock knock knock!

The sound of knocking sent a jolt through Motan, causing his mouth at the corner to twitch.”

“Who could this be?” Dave politely called through the door, simultaneously running his finger across his body, all at once, a dozen gruesome wounds appeared on his body, seeping fresh blood.

But no sign of pain was visible on his face, only disgust and impatience, entirely contradicting his tone.

“For Ear-Whispering God’s sake!

Open the door, you dimwit!!”