The original god of the Jyota Jinchūriki

Chapter 16 Conflict
There is an old saying in Liyue that was adapted very well by Hu Tao and which Ruo Jin also agreed with.

If they wanted to have a close relationship, they had to have carried the white tasseled spear together, listened to Yan Fei explain the law together in prison, been slapped on the palms by the teacher when they were in private school together, and bought porcelain from Ying'er together.

At present, Ruo Jin and Bennett have undoubtedly fought against the White Tassel Spear together, which has made their relationship much better. Bai Zhu's ointment is also very effective. During the time since returning to the Adventurer's Association from the ruins, Bennett's injuries have almost healed. Catherine, who was responsible for handing over the commission, did not even notice Bennett's injuries.

"This is the reward for the commission. Please count the number of Mora."

"Thank you Miss Catherine."

After receiving a bag of Mora from Catherine, Bennett was so happy that he did not count it. His years of experience as an adventurer made him believe that Catherine would not make any mistakes in the commission reward. After pouring half of the Mora in the bag to Ruojin, Bennett said goodbye to Ruojin.

"Sir, do you also want to be an adventurer? I noticed from the beginning that you have the qualities to be a great adventurer. You..."

"Stop, stop, stop. I have no interest in adventurers. Miss Catherine should tell someone else about this."

Ruo Jin has always declined the profession of adventurer, although he admires these adventurers' spirit of exploration and fearlessness of difficulties. Many secrets buried underground have been brought to light thanks to these adventurers. What's more, some of them have gained both fame and fortune and become legendary figures in the stories of bards.

But that is just an isolated case among thousands of adventurers. Many people who fail to see the reality clearly abandon their wives and children and embark on the path of adventurers with the mentality of getting rich overnight and becoming famous in Teyvat.

For the sake of their greed, they ignored their elderly parents, their hard-working wives, and their children who had rarely seen their father since they were born, and embarked on this thorny road. All they cared about was Mora and the legendary experience after their success.

Unfortunately, too many of them ended up in the cheapest coffins in the Hall of the Dead. Ruojin, who sometimes helped Hu Tao to plan funerals, had seen the families of these adventurers at funerals more than once. They wore tattered clothes, had emaciated bodies, and had sallow faces due to malnutrition. Whenever he saw them, Ruojin could not help but secretly put some Mora at the funerals.

If it weren't for the kind-hearted head of the Wangsheng Hall when adventurers became popular, he really couldn't bear to see the adventurers of Liyue being hastily buried without a burial after their death. He deliberately made some cheap coffins at a loss, and this type of coffin has been used until Hu Tao's generation.

Ruojin had also discussed the profession of adventurer with King Rota. Ruojin remembered clearly what King Rota said at that time: a profession that neither produces labor nor creates value for Liyue can attract so many people to join. There must be a pair of hands behind this profession that is pushing everything forward.

"Get out of here, you unlucky boy! Can you afford to pay for staining my clothes?"

"Look, what are you looking at? You two should drive this unlucky boy aside. It's really bad luck to run into him just after leaving the house."

Next to the Adventurer's Association, an arrogant voice attracted the attention of the people around. Hearing the words "unlucky boy", Ruo Jin raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction where Bennett left, only to see a fat man in gorgeous clothes directing the guards beside him to expel Bennett.

Bennett, who was originally in a good mood, became a little dim. He looked at the arrogant fat man, his lips moved a few times but he didn't say a word. He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and hid aside to make way.

The fat man saw Bennett lowering his head and not saying a word, thinking that Bennett was scared. He nodded with satisfaction and looked around. He found that the people around him were very quiet as if they were welcoming him. The fat man grinned.

"You, a lowly person, are considered to know the rules of etiquette. As a noble, I am very, cough, cough, ahhhhhh."

Before he could finish his words, several pigeons flew over from somewhere. The pigeons, which were originally flying carefree in the sky, were planning to go to the bridge to find the kind-hearted man to ask for some wheat. But the next second, a terrifying aura enveloped the pigeons. Even the pigeons who did not sense such danger from the blond devil were frightened to the point of incontinence.

Coincidentally, the noble just opened his mouth to say something, and the pigeon feces mixed with the strange liquid hit the bull's eye and fell directly into the noble's mouth. "Ahhhh! Kill those pigeons for me, kill them all!"

The furious fat noble pointed at the sky in rage, wanting to seek revenge. The guards beside him heard the order and immediately took out their bows and arrows, but the pigeons, who had been scared half to death, would not stay here and ran away.

Looking at the flying pigeons, the guards looked at each other, holding their bows and arrows but not sure whether to put them down or shoot. A man who looked like the captain of the guards carefully reported to the fat nobleman,
"Master, those pigeons have flown away. Should we chase them?"

The fat man who was spitting constantly to try to get rid of the bad smell in his mouth didn't seem to hear what the guard said. Vicious words kept coming out of his mouth. The poor pigeon's ancestors were all cursed by this noble young master.

The crowd around was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly exploded. The whole street was boiling. Some people rubbed their eyes and couldn't believe what had just happened, while others pulled their friends beside them and talked excitedly.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? The Lawrence family ate pigeon poop."

"I saw it, I saw it, and you saw it, too."

"That's right, this must be the will of Lord Barbatos, the God of Wind. Otherwise, how could it be so accurate?"

"Yes, it must be Lord Barbatos who is warning this member of the Lawrence family."

The words of a Wind God believer resonated with many onlookers. Such a coincidence made many of them believe that this was the Wind God Barbatos warning the member of the Lawrence family.

People who were gloating were pointing and talking at the young nobleman. This scene made Ruo Jin feel a little ironic. The more arrogant the young nobleman had acted just now, the more embarrassed he was now being ridiculed by people.

The laughter and gossips continued to irritate the fragile nerves of this noble young master. His collagen-filled face turned red, his fat fingers were clenched tightly, and his murderous eyes made the guards around him feel a little scared. Their young master was really angry.

"Master, calm down. There are too many people around. If we attack them in public, the Knights will not let us go."

"It doesn't matter if we are captured by the Knights. As a noble, it would be a loss of status if you were captured by the Knights."

The heavy breathing made the captain of the guard aware of the identity of the young nobleman. Knowing the temper of this young master Lawrence, the captain of the guard hurriedly lowered his voice and tried to dispel his anger. If his young master really ordered them to attack these onlookers, then the plan of the Lawrence family would be completely declared a failure.

The captain of the guard looked around and saw that more and more people were gathering around him. If the young master's anger was not calmed down, he might really explode.

Boy, you're unlucky. This time you have to calm the young master's anger. The captain of the guards' eyes turned cold. He drew out the sword in his hand and pointed it at Bennett who was trying hard not to laugh.

"Your bad luck has caused the young master to suffer such an insult. Why don't you kneel down and beg for the young master's forgiveness?"

(End of this chapter)