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

After finishing things here.

"Uncle Idrisi, I want to go back and ask him something."

Dixia's tone was a little awkward. Returning to her childhood home made her feel very awkward.

Because she received good guidance since childhood, she took the right path.

When she grew up, she learned about the notoriety of the God-King's legacy.

At this time, a contradiction arises.

The family members who grew up with her turned out to be a group of evil villains.

This made her not know what to do. After all, family love and feelings cannot be faked.

Idrisi said nothing but looked at Hill.

Hill nodded. This kind of thing would be exposed sooner or later, and there was no point in dragging it out.

"Alas, Dishia, he can't see you."

"He's long dead."

Idrisi sighed, his mood was contradictory.

On the one hand, he didn't want Dishia to know about this.

Because it was their common wish to keep her away from the desert and live in the sunshine.

On the other hand, he was still a little depressed when he saw that Dixia really hadn't come to visit them for such a long time.

After all, no matter what, Dixia was the one they had seen grow up.

"This must be a joke, right?"

"When I left, he was in such good health. How could he die inexplicably?"

Dixia was a little excited, and her voice began to tremble.

She indeed hadn't paid attention to matters in the desert for a long time. Their brigade only operated in the area near Kawanyi at most and never went deep into the desert.

"It seems like you haven't paid attention to the desert for a long time."

"That's good too."

"After all, there is no hope and light here, only blood and hatred."

At least that was the case before.

Idrisi shook his head, even though the Blazing Beast Hunt was their original arrangement.

But if Dixia really wanted to know about the desert, no one could stop her.

"Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me?"

An ordinary and peaceful life will make people mistakenly feel that their future life will be as stable as this.

The inner resistance made her not want to solve the problem and she always wanted to drag it on.

I always think that there is still a lot of time, life is still long, and there will be many opportunities.

But some things, once missed, are gone forever.

"Because that's what he wanted to do."

"The leader has spent his entire life paving the way for those around him."

"Whether it's everyone in the group or you."

Idrisi replied calmly.

Kusela not only brought light to Dishia, he also brought light to everyone in Achmar's Beard.

Whether it is taking on all the responsibilities alone, or going to the God-King's relics alone, burning everything and cutting off the chains that bind everyone.

He is a real man.

"So, the Blazing Hunter is also..."

Dishia began to recall her past.

She found that some things were a little too smooth and coincidental.

"Yes, he arranged it."

"Otherwise, given your condition, how could you have walked out of the desert alive?"

Idrisi closed his eyes. It was always painful to recall the past.

The destruction of a beautiful thing is more unacceptable than starting it as a nightmare from the beginning.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun.

This sentence may be a true reflection of their inner thoughts.

Hill listened to the conversation between the two silently. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Dishia's life seems to be arranged by others.

However, this arrangement was not made out of malice, but was full of love.

After hearing what Idrisi said, Dishia fell silent.

"We'll talk about the rest on the way."

Now that Dixia has come to us, some things need to be dealt with.

On the way, Idrisi told Dishia everything in detail.

He felt that since there was no need to hide it from Dixia anymore, he needed to let her know the whole story.

Dixia just listened silently, occasionally asking some questions.

"Who is my mother?"

And in the end, she asked the most concerning question.

"We don't know. The leader never told us about this."

Idrisi shook his head. If the captain didn't want to say anything, there must be a reason. Naturally, they wouldn't force him to answer.

Dixia nodded. Finding out her mother's identity might be one of her next goals.

After the necessary things were said, they fell silent.

Hill quietly observed Dishiya's situation.

Dixia, who used to be passionate and unrestrained, now looks like she is forcing herself to be energetic.

"I am okay."

Dixia noticed Hill's gaze and said reluctantly.

Hill nodded without any further comfort.

In the current situation, excessive comfort will only backfire.

What's more, the matter is not yet settled.

Dishia's origins remain a mystery.

After a long journey, they finally took these people back to the gathering place.

Because they had experience in dealing with this situation, these people were quickly assigned to their new positions.

Although Dixia was curious about everything here, there were more important things for her.

"This is the relic left by the leader."

Idrisi handed Dishia a box and a cane.

Apart from that, all the captain left behind were some clothes.

And he had to keep those things for burial.

The body had been burned and no trace could be found. The only thing they could do was to build a cenotaph for the leader.

Dishia opened the box and a rotten smell came out.

"What are these...?"

The pages of the handwritten storybook have long turned yellow.

"Is it against the rules of the House of Ordinances to just copy these things?"

Although Dixia expressed disgust, her heart was already in turmoil.

"Wait, this is it!"

Deshia looked at the toy sword in Hill's hand, and memories of the story came flooding back to her as childhood memories.

She eagerly opened the storybook, and sure enough, it was true.

It was the story of defeating the evil dragon.

"Ok?"

Hill was also quite confused. He was just curious why the cane had a sheath, so he pulled it out, but he didn't expect it to be a toy sword.

Dixia exhaled a breath of foul air.

"Broken snacks, razors, buttons, round iron pieces, assembled wooden figures, woolen scarves, which seemed to be women's, and a hairpin... Why did he have these things?"

Dishia said to herself.

Every item here, although blurry, can evoke long-forgotten memories in Dixia's mind.

And the questions she asked already had answers in her heart.

Let me ask you, for what other reason could a father collect these things, other than to miss his daughter?