Night World Players

Chapter 36: The promise you made yourself must be kept with your life
Dean Yin's furry little paws stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

After a moment, it pretended to be natural and picked up a small dried fish and put it into its mouth, then turned on the microphone on the tablet.

"Ishtar, pay attention to your image."

In the surveillance video, Ishta's eyes were empty and her expression was still dazed, as if she didn't hear the voice of President Zhongyin in the headset at all.

A dark line appeared on Dean Yin's forehead.

A shadow of a silver moon quietly appeared in its ruby-like eyes.

"Ishtar Julian."

The call was not loud, but it seemed to have some magical power, which shocked Ishtar in the inquiry room and woke her up from her trance. The light returned to her eyes.

She wiped the corner of her mouth hastily: "Dean Yin, I..."

"No need to explain, I saw it all through the surveillance footage."

Dean Yin interrupted Ishtar's sophistry.

"Don't say useless things."

"Now, describe everything you saw through the Eye of Secrets earlier, completely and in detail."

"Yes."

Ishtar controlled her expression and started typing on her tablet.

……

A moment later, Dean Yin looked at the newly uploaded text on the tablet and stuffed another dried fish into his mouth.

"Walking in the dark night of Deep Blue Harbor, fighting evil in his own way, punishing criminals, and protecting the citizens' peaceful and happy lives, the unsung hero, the Dark Knight—"

"Batman."

"As the only person present who has had contact with Luster, does this fit your impression of him, Little Tina?"

Hiltina looked at the text on the tablet and fell silent. She could not equate the Last in her mind, who calmly made a plan to blow up half the city, with the Batman on the tablet who maintained order in Deep Blue Harbor.

However, she recalled her first meeting with Last in the hotel.

The perfect gigolo who plays life is also very different from the man who remained calm when injected with veterinary stimulants.

The young man named Rast seemed to be wearing a series of masks, with another layer appearing when he took off one layer.

In any situation, he can choose the most appropriate personality mask at the moment and dress up in the most suitable and beneficial image for himself.

So no one knows what the true face is hidden under those layers of masks.

"I can't tell." said Hiltyna.

"I guess so."

Dean Yin swung his tail and said, "If everything that Last told you is true, and he really has been reincarnated in the echo of that night world for hundreds of years, then he is almost impossible to see through."

"In these hundreds of years, he has seen too many people and too many things. This length is enough to be compared to the life of many ordinary people..."

"If an ordinary person's brain is instilled with such a long period of experience and memories, the greatest possibility is that these countless complicated memories will overwhelm his self-will and turn him into a foolish lunatic."

"And since Rast can still behave like a normal person, it means he has unimaginable self-discipline and control abilities."

Dean Yin turned over on the sofa and threw a piece of dried fish into his mouth: "Last has encountered and met too many different kinds of people."

"Therefore, he can adjust his personality mask freely according to the external environment, needs, and differences in interlocutors, and show different personalities to the outside world."

"He can be a perfect gigolo, a poor but idealistic orator, a Batman who protects justice; or he can be an unforgivable criminal, a cold-blooded executioner, a crazy careerist... All this depends on which state is more in line with his interests at the moment."

"In this case, even Ishtar's 'Peering Eyes' are useless. The spiritual vision can indeed see his true personality and some of his memories, but that is only one side of Rast."

"Every one of his personality masks and every side of him is real...but none of them can represent the full picture of the person named Last, and it is even more impossible to see through his personality masks to the true mental landscape." Dean Yin stopped eating dried fish, raised his head and looked at Hiltina beside him.

"So, little Tina, you should understand."

"It would be fine if we just couldn't conduct psychological measurements...but his origins are also mysterious. There is no place called "Canaan" on the current world map, so we have no way to verify his origins and resume."

"Under the circumstances, according to the school's rules, it is impossible for Starry University to accept Rast as one of our members."

"He is too dangerous and uncontrollable. No one can be sure whether he is related to a secret organization, such as the Bronze Rose that tracked you into the night world. Maybe the dead dancer was a trick designed by the Bronze Rose to kill you."

"Perhaps he himself is not aware of it, but the secret organization has already planted some kind of back-up plan for him, waiting for a certain opportunity to explode."

"There have been precedents before. At that time, the country of Granville paid the price of four cities being sacrificed in blood."

There was less laziness in Dean Yin's eyes and more seriousness.

"The government will provide Rast with a comfortable place to stay on an uninhabited island with a pleasant climate and build a sanatorium so that he can enjoy the blue sky, sunshine and beach to his heart's content. The college will also conduct regular monitoring and return visits..."

"If Last's situation is reported, this will most likely be a decision made by the school board."

"Little Tina, you should know that even as one of the twelve seats at the round table, you cannot interfere too much in decision-making involving extraordinary people losing control."

"I understand, Dean Silver."

Hiltina nodded slightly. She looked at the boy sitting quietly in the chair on the tablet computer. "But Rast was trapped for hundreds of years, and he went through countless hardships and suffered countless sufferings before he escaped from the hell called Deep Blue Harbor."

"And now we are sending him to another prison. This is so unfair to him..."

"The blue sky, sunshine and beach are not enjoyment for him, but torture that he has experienced countless times."

"Besides, I trust Luster."

Hiltina paused for a moment.

"Even the pollution from the evil god cannot corrupt his will, so how could a secret organization be able to do anything to him?"

"It's useless if you're the only one who believes in him..."

Dean Silver looked at Hiltina, but then he realized something was wrong.

"That's right, it's just my own wishful thinking that is meaningless."

"But if Dean Lian Yin believes it, even the academy should consider it carefully."

As if she had anticipated what Dean Yin would say, a hint of cunning flashed in Hiltina's light brown eyes.

"In the final analysis, the conclusions that the academy wants to draw are nothing more than two points—"

"Last's mental state is stable and he can control himself, and he has no ill will towards Starry University."

Her words were elegant and polite. "And as far as I know, even if Ishtar's Night Blade and Psychometry fail, Dean Yin is capable of proving these two points by other means."

Dean Yin was stunned in mid-air while eating the dried fish.

Then its snow-white fur suddenly exploded: "Great! I was wondering why you, little girl, were so attentive and even sent me an invitation letter. You didn't invite other professors but invited me to participate in the evaluation. It turns out that you had already planned it all out."

"So you've already planned to use me as a laborer, right?"

"Please forgive my small thoughts, but this is indeed a student's request to the teacher."

Hiltyna's voice was very soft, but her tone was very serious: "I promised Last that I would rescue him from the endless cycle of hell in Deep Blue Harbor, so I naturally cannot send him to another prison with my own hands."

"The promise made by the Ranger must be kept with one's life."

She stood up again and meticulously performed a noble salute to the snow-white creature on the sofa.

"Dean Yin, please."

(End of this chapter)