Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Yuan Neng?

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The next morning, Nanke sat up from the bed and couldn't help but recall what the skirmishers said.

There is no doubt that the scholars are a team organized to build the God of Righteousness, and the skirmishers should know it better than anyone else.

I specifically inquired about this point. Could it be that there were any changes in this god-making experiment?

I don't understand.

Nanke rubbed his temples, washed up and went downstairs.

The neighbors, who had no sense of crisis, were still playing cards. Nanke briefly exchanged greetings with them and walked to the restaurant of the hotel.

Yesterday I was too late, so my wake-up time was postponed. As expected, I already missed breakfast.

Nanke looked around the empty restaurant and was about to go back to his room to get some dry food for a cushion. When he turned around, he encountered a charred and thin face at the door.

My heart almost jumped out of my throat for a moment.

Nanke reacted quickly.

It's the thin black mercenary from yesterday.

"Miss, I see you didn't go downstairs because I was afraid you might be hungry," the mercenary smiled sarcastically, pointing to the dining table by the window in the hall, "I left breakfast for you."

Nanke stared at him for two seconds before following his hand. On the table next to the window, there was a table with several plates of pasta.

Adelai and several mercenaries were also there, sitting at the other end of the hall, chatting and looking at the surveillance targets who were addicted to playing cards.

"Thank you, you are considerate." Nanke curled his lips towards the thin black mercenary.

"It should, it should." He rubbed his hands and smiled.

The sunlight falling through the glass was no longer as bright as in midsummer. Nanke sat quietly in the chair, with a glass of milk on his left hand and a long-handled spoon in his right hand, scooping out the round tower of rice on the plate.

A dish made with rice mixed with soy sauce. It tastes similar to rice balls, but with a lot of spices added, it feels a bit like siomai.

The thin black mercenary sat next to him, complaining about the wealthy patrons he had met before.

"Thank you for the hospitality," Nanke drank the last sip of milk from the bottom of the cup and interrupted him at the right time, "You should be supervising us one-on-one. Wouldn't it be bad to stay here and ignore the person you are supervising?"

The thin black mercenary waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay. The person I'm in charge of is a lame old man. He doesn't go out the door and doesn't step out the door. It's very worry-free."

Nanke looked at the extra breakfast in front of him and was silent for a moment: "So, these were originally going to be sent to him?"

"We'll go back later," the thin black mercenary said curtly, and then said to her courteously, "Miss, I also know several good restaurants in Xumi City. What kind of food do you like? I'll arrange them for you in the same way. …”

Hate the rich and be greedy.

And no sense of responsibility.

Nanke frowned without leaving a trace: "Let's talk about it. Can I go together to deliver food to that old gentleman?"

The thin black mercenary stopped talking and looked at her with a puzzled expression, but still said: "Of course, of course."

The old gentleman who doesn't like to go out lives on the fifth floor.

If she has limited legs and feet and lives on the fifth floor, I'm afraid she doesn't like to go out.

The thin black mercenary was carrying a basket of bread, and Nan Ke was holding soup behind him. The door was ajar, so the mercenary shouted "Here comes the meal" and pushed the door open directly.

The interior is decorated similarly to the one Nanke lives in.

The carpet had been lifted up and piled up messily in the corner of the room, as were the sofas, tables and chairs, as if the owner here was determined to clean up the room as much as possible.

An unkempt old man was lying on the floor, holding something in his hand and drawing large, messy, intersecting black lines on the floor.

Hearing the sound, he turned around.

He had a very haggard face, his eyes were turbid blue due to aging, and he was staring at the door blankly, his pupils seemed to have difficulty focusing.

The thin black mercenary clicked his tongue.

The old gentleman suddenly came to his senses, sat up on the ground, watched the mercenary put down the bread next to him, and said in an uneasy voice: "It's you, thank you for bringing me breakfast, my eyes are getting worse..." Pen, please, have you bought the pen and paper I want?"

"Didn't I tell you? I can't give you paper and pen," the thin black mercenary said impatiently, "and you can't write, so what's the use of asking for it?"

"It doesn't matter, my daughter, she can understand..."

Nanke squatted down in front of the old man and put down the milk: "Is your daughter a scholar?"

"You are!" The old man raised his head suddenly, twitched his lips twice, then lowered his head sluggishly, covering his eyes with his hands, "I'm sorry, I thought my daughter was back... She was called by the Academy to do research, and she has been there for a long time. There is no news. When I moved in here, the instructor clearly said that he would pick me up to reunite with her. Oh, I am so worried, so worried..."

Before leaving, the old gentleman begged Nanke.

"My child, please bring me a pen and paper so that I can write a letter to my daughter. We will stop doing research and go back to the countryside so that we can live a hard life..."

"I promise you," Nanke put her hand on his shoulder and patted him gently, "please take care of yourself."

"Miss, please don't really pay attention to him," the thin and dark mercenary said with an ugly face as he walked out the door, "Paper and pen are prohibited here. If you are not careful and are taken as spies by the Order, even innocent people will have to go there. The prison..."

"Has something like this happened before?" Nanke asked.

The thin black mercenary didn't answer. He suddenly stopped in fear and glared at the burly man who was leaning against the wall outside the door at some point: "Adre."

"Humph." Adelepi twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile.

The two mercenaries looked at each other without saying a word, but the atmosphere gradually became tense.

Nanke was not in the mood to interfere, so he avoided them and went downstairs.

She could understand the reason why the Order segregated scholars.

After all, there are many precedents for scholars who have gone crazy due to contact with the World Tree, and the safety of god-making experiments cannot be guaranteed. Once the hidden secrets are spread, the status of the Order in Xumi will definitely plummet.

I hope the old gentleman's daughter and the missing son of the mother-in-law in Huachengguo are still safe.

By noon, the thin black mercenary stopped coming to show his courtesy.

The restaurant where the meal was served was very busy. In addition to a few women who often played cards in the hall, Nanke also saw children.

There were three people who showed up, two boys and one girl. The eldest was no more than the waist height of the mother beside him. He grabbed the hand of his parents and peeked at the mercenaries coming and going around him while walking. They all wore void terminals on their ears.

Nanke took a sip of the sweet soup from his spoon and waited until almost no one could be seen entering the restaurant before finishing his meal and getting up.

The dark and thin mercenary and Adre were both outside the restaurant.

As soon as Nanke took a step towards the former, Adele stepped up and blocked her direction: "There are orders from above, so you can't mess with the rules."

"I just asked him to buy me a cup of coffee." Nanke took half a step away from Adele's oppressive gaze.

"No." Adele said solemnly.

"Then you will buy it for me?"

Adele frowned deeply.

"I just went across the street to buy a cup of coffee. I can't let you do it for me, nor can I go out by myself." Nanke chuckled. "If you really want to talk about the rules, the letter you took from me a few days ago should also be... Have you finished verifying it?”

Adele didn't answer.

For a taciturn person who only accepts death, making things difficult and asking questions is meaningless.

Nanke and Adele faced each other for a while, looking past him to the thin black mercenary behind him.

There were more bruises on that thin face than in the morning, and the moment he met her eyes, his expression was obviously shaken.

Before Nanke could speak, his vision was blocked by Adele taking another step across.

The mercenaries who were watching the fun whistled: "Adrei is angry! It's not your kid's fault. The lame old man guarding you should earn what you deserve! Hahaha!"

"Get the hell out of here!" the thin black mercenary said in reply.