Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

In the deep night, the north wind was blowing, but in the wind and snow, a dark mansion was lit up with bright lights.

On the luxurious and spacious dining table were two portions of noodles, three side dishes, two vegetarian and one meat. In addition, there was a bowl of freshly cooked papaya stewed with snow clams.

Dawson was sitting at the table wearing a clean shirt, holding a thick magic book in his hand, thinking about the knowledge in the book, and waiting for Barnabas to come back for dinner.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the man thoughtfully took out a small gold watch from his arms, and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

Dawson scratched his head naively, stood up, and prepared to take the food on the table to the kitchen to reheat it...

"Little Ice Dragon, I'm back."

A cold female voice came in along with the sound of the door opening. Barnabas was wearing a thick coat and carrying a beautifully packaged box in his hand. His delicate face looked slightly tired.

Putting down the plate in his hand, Dawson quickly stood up, first took the coat that Barnabas had just taken off, and then picked a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed it on the floor.

Putting the box on the living room, Dawson thoughtfully helped Barnabas pull out the chair next to the dining table, and then sat back down in his seat.

"Your Majesty, please eat quickly, the food is a little cold."

"I ran into some troublesome things today, and I came back a little late." Barnabas washed his long, white fingers, pulled up his skirt, and sat on the seat Dawson had prepared for him.

"You've been waiting for a long time. If I come back very late next time, you can eat it yourself first."

The beautiful woman seemed to be very hungry, and did not care about the elegant image of the noble. She picked up a fork and ate the seafood noodles made by Dawson.

"Xiao Binglong, your cooking skills are getting better and better. I praise you and keep up the good work."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Did Your Majesty run into something difficult? Are those princes taking action again?"

Dawson looked at Barnabas's pretending to be relaxed with worry, "Your Majesty, you must pay attention to your health and don't work too hard."

Barnabas showed a smile, chewed the noodles in his mouth and swallowed it, stretched out the catkin and touched Dawson's head.

"Little Ice Dragon, don't forget, I am the god in charge of the solstice. You don't need to think about political matters. I will solve them properly. You just need to study hard and practice well."

"...Your Majesty, if there is anything I can do to help you, you must tell me."

"You are the best help to me if you are honest and obedient."

The woman blinked her deep purple eyes, "Dawson, you seem to be an honest person, but you have a lot of twists and turns in your mind."

"what?"

Barnabas pointed to the bowl of papaya stewed with snow clams on the table with a half-smile, "Ah, what, what do you mean by making this for me?"

Dawson scratched his head naively, "I read in a book that it is said that women are very tonic after eating this... Ouch, why are you beating me again, Your Majesty?"

The stern-looking man covered his head in grievance, feeling inexplicably happy.

"Idiot, this thing is mainly for breast enlargement!" Barnabas picked up one of Dawson's ears happily, "What do you mean by giving me this? Do you think I'm too small?"

"No, not small, not small! Your Majesty's is big! Very full!"

"...Little Ice Dragon, I worked so hard to teach you magic, but you secretly looked at my breasts? Do you believe I dug out your eyes?"

Barnabas had a strange expression, but there was a hint of guilt in his beautiful beautiful eyes.

"Your Majesty, I dare not offend you. I just feel that your shape is not right, a bit like a pad... Oops! It hurts, it hurts! Your Majesty, I was wrong, I was wrong!!"

"I'm so angry!! Do you still dare to block me? You are getting more and more courageous! Take your hand away! Little Ice Dragon, do you think I will beat you to death today!!"

Two blushes of embarrassment appeared on Barnabas's tender cheeks, and for a moment Dawson was a little crazy.

"Your Majesty...is that really..." Dawson continued to test without fear of boiling water.

"No! Of course not!!"

………………

Get up, wash up, do morning exercises, take a shower, prepare breakfast, and then ask His Majesty to get up for dinner.

In the morning, he tempered his body and practiced fighting skills, while in the afternoon and evening, he spent all his time studying magic. Dawson divided his time into chunks and filled each chunk as much as possible.

From the initial fear and disgust to the later habits, Dawson didn't know how his state of mind had changed.

When did people want to become stronger?

At a certain moment, Dawson deeply felt his own incompetence.

...............

In the quiet study room, the man frowned and kept writing and drawing in a thick notebook.

The essence of ice magic is to delay the movement of elements by lowering the temperature. If it is applied to a certain range and the output of magic power is increased, the effect of time stasis can be demonstrated. You can continue to increase the output, which will cause the elemental power within the range to collapse and become chaotic. However, if you use ice magic to strengthen the elemental structure of the material before activating the ice magic...

The dense magic guide gradually formed a complicated magic circle. In this small study, a mysterious and noble magic became more mature and powerful.

Magic is the power to cause miracles through consciousness, and Dawson... is also trying to create his own miracles.

Dawson wanted to create a magic, a new kind of magic that would fight wear and tear.

...............

As the light in the study room flashed, the man took a breath and closed the book in his hand.

"How is the investigation going?"

"Somewhat complicated."

Orin's slender figure slowly crawled out from the shadows behind Dawson.

"Most of the eleven executive officers selected by His Majesty are not from Solstice. It is not an easy task for those stubborn old guys to transfer their power to foreigners."

"King Rothschild, King Brooke, King Karl, these three princes, behind each prince there is a devil."

"The Demon God of Winter, the Demon God of Frost, and the Demon God of Blizzard. Among them, Frost and Blizzard are not bad. They are just dependents of the previous Ice Emperor. Their strength is only at the lowest level of the Demon God. But this Demon God of Winter is very strong."

"Strong? How strong?" Dawson stretched out one of his hands and silently looked at the magic lines flowing in it.

"The creator of ice magic, how powerful do you think it is?"

Orin crossed his arms and looked at Dawson jokingly, "Once you step into the realm of the Winter Demon, your five senses will enter an almost numb state. You should know what the dullness of the senses means in battle."

"Dawson, do you also want to try the feeling of death?"

...............

"...Your Majesty's wear and tear is getting worse and worse."

"!? Didn't you say it was better after using the soul to resurrect?"

Orin's golden pupils shrank, and the happy expression on his face disappeared instantly, turning ugly and gloomy, "My soul magic cannot go wrong."