Genshin Impact: Quietly Investing for Six Thousand Years

"Are you Rosaline's friend?" Rustan looked at Chen Mo.

The tone seemed firm yet a little uncertain, very complicated.

"Well, we are chess friends, I guess." Chen Mo murmured.

He added, "Liyue's Go."

Rosalin looked very sad, she was squatting on the ground with her head buried.

It turns out that everything is still a dream...

If only I didn't have this dream...

If you don't have unrealistic fantasies, you won't feel sad anymore...

Rosalin, you are still too weak...

"She must have suffered a lot during this period." Rustan stretched out his hand to her, then slowly put it down.

Chen Mo thought about it and said seriously: "No, she is very happy."

Rustan: "..."

Rosalin: "..."

What's that expression on your face?

Chen Mo was stunned and played Go with me to experience the feeling of victory.

Aren’t you happy?

"Chen Mo, can you please stop saying such ambiguous things?!" Rosalin stood up and suppressed her anger.

Chen Mo pinched his chin. He was actually very happy, but he had forgotten about Rosaline.

"Rustan, I..." Rosalyn looked at her knight, wanting to tell him everything that had happened over the past five hundred years.

But he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

Chen Mo observed the expressions and spoke out for justice: "Rosalin has indeed lived a pretty good life these years. She graduated from Xumi College, joined the Fatui, and got a stable job..."

Rosalin opened her mouth, but didn't know how to stop him, so she could only let Chen Mo tell the story of "Rosalin".

Rustam listened quietly with a smile on his face.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife or as soft as cotton. One of the three people was speaking while the other two were listening. They all had different expressions and their eyes were flickering.

It took a long time for Chen Mo to finish telling the story of "The Five Hundred Years Story of Rosaline".

Looking at the two people in the wind and snow, there was not a trace of wind and snow on them.

One of you is a memory, so the snow cannot fall on you; the other is a flame, so the snow cannot fall on you either.

Chen Mo looked at himself. His black hair had turned white and there was a thin layer of frost on his eyelashes.

“I can’t believe five hundred years have passed.” Rustam sighed.

"What about the demon dragon Durin?"

"The evil dragon Durin was killed by the god of wind and did not set foot in Mondstadt." Chen Mo said.

Rosalin opened her mouth again, looked at Chen Mo, then looked at Rustan, and closed her mouth again.

"That's... best."

Rustam took a step forward, and his figure suddenly became illusory.

"You should still be hiding some identity."

His gaze was sharp, just like the "West Wind Swordsmanship" of five hundred years ago, light, fast and precise.

He is the memory and the purest remnant of Rustan's sword intent. He can see the hidden power in Chen Mo's body better than others.

Rosalin raised her head and looked at Chen Mo, opening her mouth again. She actually wanted to ask something.

"Well, the one standing in front of you is the 'Sword Saint of the Sky' himself from a thousand years ago." Chen Mo spread his hands.

"The hero who killed the dragon with one sword..."

"And the founder of the Knights..."

"And the founder of the West Wind Church..."

"And the shadow behind the Four Winds Guardian..."

"..."

Watching Chen Mo call out a bunch of names, Rustan's eyes became more and more fiery. He took another step forward, and his figure became more and more illusory.

He learned the "West Wind Swordsmanship" from a stone wall in Mond.

According to legend, the "Sky Sword Master" once went there.

Rosalyn's eyes flashed with disappointment as she didn't hear the title.

"Don't go. There is an earth vein under your feet. If you leave, you will be gone." Chen Mo crossed his arms and glanced at him.

Rustan was startled and looked down at his unreal hands.

"Rustan!" Rosalin quickly stretched out her hand and looked at the almost translucent body.

"Don't move, you finally managed to... don't move anymore."

The witch shed tears, but they evaporated before they could slide down her cheeks.

"How long do I have left?" Rustan raised his head and smiled.

"Not much. You should be able to figure it out yourself." Chen Mo said.

"Will not…"

Rosalin shook her head frantically, and finally looked at Chen Mo, reaching out and grabbing Chen Mo's arm.

Chen Mo gently pulled it out and said, "The ground veins of the snow mountain are blocked, so many memories cannot enter the world tree. Maybe one day the snow mountain will shake, the ground veins will change, and these memories may come out..."

"The Rustan before us is just his past memories, he has no soul."

"Why is this happening?" Rosalyn fell into despair.

The aura on his body also seemed to be breaking through the suppression, and the blazing flames seemed to be about to burst out.

"Hey! Don't burn my clothes." Chen Mo sent out a stream of magical power.

This was a gift from Liuyun to him. If it gets burned, he won’t even think about returning to Liyue.

Go directly to another country.

Rustan looked at Chen Mo and said, "Can I talk to Rosalyn?"

Chen Mo nodded, turned and entered the cave in Du Lin's heart.

Rustan and Rosalyn were the only ones left on the snow.

"That man Rosalin is very..." Rustan looked at Rosalin, and the rest of his words disappeared in the wind and snow.

"Nonsense, we are just friends...enemies...chess friends!" Rosalyn looked anxious.

"Then he must have paid a heavy price..."

"After all, he knows everything about you." Rustam had a smile on his face.

Rosalin opened her mouth to say that he had made it up, so of course he knew it all.

"It's been five hundred years, and you're still as good as ever."

"Although I don't know why you can live so long, I guess it must be the power of the Queen of Winter..."

"You have the right... not to be imprisoned by me."

"Rustan! What nonsense are you talking about!" Rosalyn was furious.

If she didn't know the character of that "chess friend", she would have suspected that the person in front of her was not Rustan.

It was a trap set for...her.

"I'm serious. My time...may not be much, and my memory is about to disappear..."

"I hope you can live a more colorful and freer life without me..."

"May the wind god protect you, Rosalyn."

Then, the figure gradually disappeared, leaving Rosalyn alone in the snow.

She slowly raised her head, a student-like smile on her face, "Goodbye, Rustam."

Then he gently took off the fairy feather robe that was draped over his body.

The black clothes that reveal her body make her figure more curvy and full. The clothes on her chest are half covered and half blocked, revealing her snow-white skin, which is vaguely visible.

Her long light golden hair was tied up and fell in front of her chest.

She wore a butterfly-shaped mask on her pretty face, which covered half of her profile, but the exposed face was already extremely beautiful and heart-warming.

The black and red shawl draped over her back makes her look noble, and her whole body exudes an air of superiority that makes people feel intimidated.

From then on, there was no more Rosalin in the world, only an executive officer named Ms.

The lady looked at the clouds surrounding the snow-capped mountains all year round and murmured:

"The clouds on the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain don't seem to be that thick?"

……

Chen Mo walked out, looked at the lady in the snow, took the clothes and put them back on.

In a trance, a knight's figure appeared in the wind and snow.

"Thank you. Rosalyn will be left to you." The knight said with a smile on his face.

Chen Mo was stunned. I’m not Cao Cao!

No, buddy, what are you doing!

Then I looked at the lady and said it has nothing to do with me. Do you believe me?

The lady had a cold expression and turned away. At this moment, she completely turned into the Fatui's executor.

Chen Mo sighed, gathered his sleeves, and followed the "lady".

The one you like, just stay away, I just like him...

"Rosaline, may the wind god protect you..."