Genshin Impact: Lady Keqing wants to monopolize me, a playboy

Dina Zedai looked at her father who looked very excited.

She rarely saw her father smile.

"Come on, try this."

Shazaman handed the bottle to Dina Zedai.

"This is?"

"nice one."

"It can relieve the symptoms of your demonic scale disease."

Hill said with a smile.

"You're not going to bring anything weird to the young lady, are you?"

Dishia frowned and looked at Hill.

How could the symptoms of Demonic Scale Disease be alleviated by just taking out a pill? Even if it could, it would not be effective immediately.

"Mr. Shazaman has already tried."

Facing Dishia's question, Hill began to explain.

"Well, Dishia, Mr. Hill doesn't look like a bad guy."

Dina Zedai smiled. Since her father had tried it, she had no doubts.

Hill nodded with satisfaction. He looked so sunny and handsome, and he looked like a gentleman.

Dina Zedai took the blood pill, and the rich vitality quickly filled the gaps in her body.

"It's such a comfortable and relaxing feeling. I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time."

Dina Zedai covered her mouth, the feeling of comfort almost made her scream out.

"Mr. Hill, I will always remember your kindness."

Shazaman was so moved that he shed tears. Do you know how he has been living for the past ten years?

Every day I worry that my daughter will suddenly leave me.

"We are all family, there is no need to say this."

Hill waved his hand.

"?"

Both Dina Zedai and Dishiya had doubtful question marks on their heads.

Something is wrong. Did my father sell me out?

The master won’t sell the young lady, right?

"Stop talking, Mr. Hill. From now on, the escort mission for my caravan will depend on the Wanshiwu."

Shazaman gritted his teeth and decided to go all the way with Hill.

For the future of my daughter.

He felt that he had to be deeply bound to Hill.

Feelings may be tested, but interests will not.

"call..."

Dina Zedai breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she didn't have to sell herself.

Dixia also breathed a sigh of relief. Hill's character still needed to be examined. If he randomly matched them up, it would affect the young lady's happiness.

"Okay, I understand. Please leave it to the Yorozuya."

"Ms. Dina Zedai, remember to come to me for a refill after you finish eating."

Hill first nodded to Shazaman, then turned and spoke to Dina Zedai.

He was not only speaking to Dina Zedai, but was also showing his attitude to Shazaman.

Sure enough, Shazaman heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

As long as Hill can provide it for a long time, his daughter's condition will remain stable.

Don’t worry about whether he can be completely cured or not. As long as he can be stable in the long term and be like a normal person, he will be very satisfied.

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you young people anymore."

Shazaman nodded at Hill, since he had decided to go all the way with Hill.

Then it's time to prepare in advance.

"I'm sorry, I underestimated you."

Dishia patted Hill's shoulder and apologized with a smile.

"fine."

"Anyone else would have doubts about me."

Hill spoke calmly.

When something is too unbelievable, everyone will question it. This is normal and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Mr. Hill, Dishia, let's go."

Dina Zedai said with a smile that she felt she wouldn't feel tired even if she walked around for a whole day.

You no longer have to go shopping, shop for a while and then take a break.

The three of them came to the Grand Bazaar.

"Drink more, eat more, and there will be nothing to worry about in this world!"

Shawarma shouted loudly, trying to attract a few customers to his stall.

I don’t know if it was because his shouting really worked, or if it was because he was famous, but many people gathered around him.

Among them was a blond man.

"That's Shawarma. He's a warm person, and the food and drinks he sells are very affordable, so everyone is willing to buy from him."

When Dina Zedai saw Hill looking over there, she began to introduce him.

Hill wasn't interested in him, he just took a casual look.

"Sure enough, no matter where you are, cheap and affordable things are always the most popular."

However, since Dina Zedai had introduced herself, he would not discourage her enthusiasm and started chatting with her cooperatively.

"After all, Mora is very precious, and it is obtained through everyone's hard work."

Dishia also joined the topic,

Although she was famous, Mora was never enough.

While other members of the Gilded Brigade squandered their money on alcohol and women, she spent it on cosmetics and skin care.

This is why she has such good skin even though she is from the desert.

"Indeed, no one's money comes from the wind."

Except for myself, of course, I was picked up.

Hill had rarely experienced poverty, but he could still relate to it.

"Miss, something seems to have happened over there, should we go take a look?"

Dixia pointed to the distance. She seemed to see people in the uniforms of the House of Religious Orders arguing with the people in the theater.

"Mr. Hill, do you want to go take a look?"

Dina Zedai wanted to help, but he still asked Hill's opinion.

"I am just an invited guest. There is no need for you two to be timid because of me. Just do whatever you want."

Hill waved his hand and said he was fine with anything.

"Then let's go over and take a look."

Dina Zedai nodded. Since Hill had no objection, she decided to go over and take a look.

Then again, this wasn't the first time she had seen people from the Grand Bazaar getting into a dispute with the House of the Decrees.

"Mr. Zubair, the House of Fatwas is very unhappy with your performance."

"You should study your script carefully and perform something more 'intelligent'."

Sherifu said coldly that he didn't care, but this was an order from the Council of Ordinances.

Plus, her own daughter was a bit of a slacker, so he just went along with it.

"We are just an ordinary theater, and the content we produce will only serve the public."

Zubair was very dissatisfied with this. Was he going to invite scholars to the stage to talk about mathematical problems?

Are you preparing to boost the audience's spirits or hypnotize them?

"Mr. Zubair, I have no ill will towards you, but you should know that the House of Fatwas does not like meaningless things."

"Your performances are like ephemeral flowers, blooming briefly and then quickly withering, repeating over and over again, meaningless."

Sheriff still looked indifferent.

This may be the arrogance of scholars.

I don't bother to hate things that I don't understand and think are meaningless.

It is simply the value of standing on a high ground and criticizing such things.

But humans are not cold machines that can function as long as they have enough energy.