I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The raven nodded, spread its wings, and once again scattered into fragmented shadows, disappearing from sight as if it had never existed.

"Sir... could it be that Roland is not dead?"

The room fell silent, with only the soft sound of breathing continuing as time passed. After a moment, Li Lin's voice rang out.

"Perhaps, but I always eliminate problems before they're completely eradicated."

As someone who understands, Roland must have a superior—perhaps an immortal, perhaps a named one, it's hard to say, but it definitely can't be Si Chen.

The Moth-type superhuman is best at deception, and a mature Moth-type superhuman's health bar is usually linked to his skin.

As many layers of skin as there are blood bars... What's even more outrageous is that as time goes by, their skills become more and more sophisticated. Not only do they shed their skin on their own, but they also steal other people's identities, just like maggots living in other people's bodies.

This is why those who possess extraordinary skills in this art are called "skin-changing masters".

Considering that Roland is an expert who has passed through the Bucks Gate, he must have at least three layers of skin. And since he is suspected to be Ali, the governor of the National Liberation Front, to make the worst-case scenario, even the governorship of "Roland" was stolen by him.

Including his original self, this knowledgeable one of the moth forms has six faces.

From the very beginning, Li Lin treated him like a boss with six health bars.

Inside the governor's mansion, two human skins had already been smashed by Li Lin.

"Let's go find Vanessa."

......

Mansu, the Wise Knight's Hut.

The light in the hands of the night watchman, the one with the name of the lamp, Teresa Garmier of the Bardomes, looked kindly at the group of wrestlers grazing in the woods outside her hut, like an old farmer anticipating a bountiful harvest.

These wrestlers look like headless bears with tough fur, and they love music and dance.

"So, our contract remains unchanged, huh? I think that's pretty much it." Dressed in all black, Teresa adjusted her sunglasses and spoke gently, "An interesting apprentice, a key bearing the weight of an ancient destiny—as the gatekeeper, I have to give him that face. As for the otherworldly one, he might regret it."

In the old night, she reverted to her most familiar form, leaning against the fence of the Wise Knight's Hut: "The woodlands are always closer to the world when you are awake."

“Theoretically speaking, yes, but the long-lived beings of the Marked King don’t often roam the waking world.” Theresa turned around. “That’s quite interesting, isn’t it? The ones closest to the waking world aren’t actually in it, so those side paths might be their shortcuts. Oh, here they come.”

The raven, draped in shimmering light, swept across the dark woodland, its wings outstretched in the pale moonlight, rising steadily on the cobalt blue wind.

The raven landed on Theresa's roof, but when it opened its beak, it was Li Lin's voice that came out: "We can begin."

“That’s why I say he carries a destiny far greater than that. Look, even the scavenger’s messenger is at his service, willingly driven by him,” Theresa said gently. “The bird closest to the sun is the laughingthrush, and the raven is always chasing the sun’s path.”

"Alright, we should get going."

After saying this, Teresa took off her sunglasses.

......

Roland opened his eyes.

He remained stunned for a long time, then suddenly shuddered.

Before his eyes still seemed to be that steel armored figure, enveloped in golden-purple twilight, smashing down the spear, which had forcefully breached the barrier of the two manuscripts and smashed his body to pieces with a single spear thrust.

But what truly terrified Roland was not just the gunshot, but what happened after he probed Li Lin's mind with his consciousness—he couldn't remember exactly what happened, he could only feel the excruciating pain that felt like his heart was being burned by fire, let alone his emotions, his will had been completely burned away in that intense heat.

The promotion has failed; now the focus is on how to escape.

Roland knew very well that anyone who could be noticed and favored by Sichen must have been able to foresee that as a Moth-type extraordinary being, he shouldn't only have one face.

Roland took a breath, looked around, and made sure he was somewhere.

—Headquarters of the National Liberation Front.

No one could have predicted that the headquarters of the National Liberation Front would be located in a low-rise house in a slum. But on the other hand, as the headquarters that orchestrated the entire Liberation Front, it should have been located in a place with a large flow of people.

After regaining his composure, Roland, now with a different face, immediately opened a drawer, took out a small pistol and put it in his pocket. Then he opened another drawer and took out a finely textured tooth.

The tooth's origin was unclear, yet Roland solemnly placed it inside the pistol.

Roland raised his hand and pinched his cheek, then calmly pushed open the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, an indescribable commotion erupted from outside, but Roland froze.

The commotion wasn't from disputes arising from buying and selling goods, but from the sounds of patrol officers beating people with riot batons, from officers shooting intimidating resistance fighters with pistols, and from officers smashing down doors with shields and sledgehammers.

At the very front of this group of police officers was a girl with bob haircut, wearing a strange black mask, a cheap pearl necklace around her neck, and a feather-like ornament on her sideburn.

She stood amidst the noise and chaos.

Roland stood in the doorway, a pistol pressed against his forehead.

"I never expected we would meet under these circumstances, Your Excellency."

The exiles greeted him softly, as if they were old friends reunited after a long separation.

The hustle and bustle of Algiers seemed far away. The ancient city, surrounded by mountains on three sides, was incredibly quiet at sunset. The sound of the waves could be heard with the calls of whales, and a white bird flew across the twilight sky.

Roland opened his mouth.

He then fell backward, leaving a trail of splattered blood on the door.

318 I saw you

Roland woke up again.

This time, the memory is very clear, with no gaps.

But the period of distraction still occurred, and it lasted longer than the last time.

Each replacement of the old self requires finding a balance between the old and the new, as precarious as a dancer finding the perfect foothold on a brightly lit stage.

A torrent of memories washed over Roland, and he recalled what had happened before.

Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate his skin unless they are specially made, but since the opponent came prepared, he was certain that the bullets in his gun would be able to penetrate his defenses.

But the key point is not that, but why was he exposed?

Compared to his other identities, Ali, the leader of the National Liberation Front, was not only famous but also more secretive. His anti-divination measures were even more remarkable, as the "Suanni tooth" stored in the headquarters was naturally capable of preventing divination.

How did they find themselves?

Roland used to enjoy the unknown, because the essence of the moth is "knowing nothing," but he never imagined that the "unknown" would one day bring him such great fear.

He could have easily used Ali's identity to incite another city-wide riot and turn the tide in his favor.

However, he had only stepped out the door when someone shot him in the head?

Neither of his two most useful identities had served their purpose. Roland sat blankly in his chair, feeling like a boxer with only wisdom, who had planned out his next twenty punches before going into the ring, only to have a tank come up in front of him.

Whether as Governor Roland or as Imam Ali, he had set up his own scheme in Algiers, confident that he could manipulate these outsiders until they broke down.

At first, things did indeed unfold as he had imagined—the exiles were attacked, they shifted the blame onto their lovers, and then seized the opportunity to acquire the manuscript fragments they had used to help them find the Book of the Sun... Everything seemed perfectly normal up to this point.

How did things suddenly escalate into this table-flipping situation?

"No, it's not as hopeless as I thought."

Roland keenly realized that he had fallen into a misconception. Li Lin thought his situation was so troublesome that he did not choose to get entangled with him, but instead chose to behead him as quickly as possible.

Although beheading a Moth-type superhuman is difficult, it is much more convenient than wandering around Algiers following clues, whether real or false.

Given time, those pre-arranged schemes can be revitalized, and he'll still have cards to play with them!

As long as you have time!

Roland tapped his forehead, finally managing to integrate the raging emotions within him once more, balancing the precarious old self and the new self.

He was currently in the wealthy Caspar district, and the place he was in was one of the most prestigious villas in the district.

"So this time, am I Mustafa?" Mustafa, no, Roland exhaled and looked around warily.

Mustafa's villa was arranged by the governor, with a focus on preventing divination.

Even in terms of its anti-divination nature, Mustafa's villa was superior to the governor's mansion and Ali's house.

This place was not only a refuge that Roland had set up beforehand, but also a place where he performed rituals to his mentor and the gods he believed in.

The anti-divination rituals buried in the walls and ceiling are the first layer of protection, while the rich influence in the basement is the second layer!

However, Roland was still somewhat uneasy. Since Li Lin could find him once, he might be able to find him a second time—he was a voter who had won the favor of Si Chen!

"Fortunately, the God of Acting According to the Times is not skilled in divination... Wait, there seems to be a revelation in the God of Acting According to the Times' domain?"

Roland's face instantly darkened: "No wonder!"

Revelation is the law of revelation, opening, and dismantling, and the shelter of ignorance is, to some extent, precisely dismantled by the law symbolizing revelation.

"If that's the case, I've probably already fallen into his sights again!"

Even though the sun had already set and only deep purple evening clouds remained on the horizon, and a cool evening breeze came from afar, Roland felt hot all over and couldn't help but sweat profusely.

Despite having the advantage in terms of strategy, Roland acted like a gambler who had suffered a crushing defeat at the gambling table.

As night fell, the elegant study fell silent.

But a chilling laugh came from Roland's throat.

"Giggle, giggle..."

It sounded like a dead person scratching at a tombstone and coffin with their fingernails.

He lifted his head from his arms, and the deep black light in his eyes returned.