Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Columbia quietly introduced the eleven young masters who had hurriedly left. The training the Empress mentioned naturally included introducing Su Ming and the other executives.

Su Ming walked beside Columbia, and the two walked through the snow-white corridor to a rather spacious hall.

The color scheme of the lobby was completely different from that of the corridor, and it was filled with a solemn atmosphere. If you closed your eyes, you could hear the howling of the wind and snow.

"where is this place?"

"If you have the chance to sacrifice yourself, we will remember you here."

Columbia said calmly that perhaps she would sing a song in memory of the deceased.

"Uh..."

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. He had no intention of reincarnating again for the time being. "Then I'll thank you in advance."

If he could, he'd choose the song "You're Too Beautiful" so he could rise directly from his coffin and roar, "You executives are so spineless! Bring your coffins when you play the Winter Night Fool's Play!"

A faint, strange light flickered deep in Columbia's eyes; she couldn't detect any fear of death in Su Ming's eyes.

"Welcome, our twelfth Executive Officer, The Hermit."

The long-nosed old man slowly emerged from the shadows. After carefully examining him, he placed a brass key in Su Ming's palm.

"Here is your room key, it's right next to the fireplace house."

The old man seemed quite satisfied with Su Ming's request. "My name is Puccinila, the fifth seat of the Fools' Executive Officer, [Rooster]."

Su Ming raised an eyebrow. This look seemed somewhat familiar; his boss at his company always seemed to look at him with that same gaze.

Pure capitalists.

Su Ming quickly made up his mind that he had to find a way to squeeze money out of this old man.

D'Artagnan was a familiar face, but Puccinila was relatively unknown to Su Ming, having only appeared once in the Winter Night Fools' Play.

Some might say that Columbia only appeared once, but the constitutions of different executives are not the same, and no one can resist Miss Columbia who is gnawing on a coffin lid!

“I still need to show the Hermit around,” Columbia nodded slightly and led Su Ming out of the hall.

If we stay any longer, Puccini might recommend some investments that would make even capitalists weep – investments that would result in total financial ruin.

The outdoor temperature was very low, but fortunately, Su Ming's executor's clothes were thick enough to keep out the winter chill.

Colombia stood there, sighed softly, and looked at Su Ming with a hint of helpless concern.

Su Ming was searching for something in the air again; it seemed he was indeed quite ill.

Actually, Su Ming didn't want to either, but there were two ordinary treasure chests right outside the door. Adhering to the principle that even a small chicken leg is still meat, and even a small amount of raw stones can be accumulated, he couldn't miss a single one!

[Obtained 2 Primogems, 1 Apple]

They're back, they're all back! This is the Genshin Impact that Su Ming knew!

"Eat an apple?"

Su Ming casually handed the apple to Columbia beside him. The girl, amidst the wind and snow, seemed like an ethereal fairy, untouched by worldly concerns, pure and untouched by dust.

The winter sun felt warm and pleasant as it shone through Columbia's hair.

Columbia nodded slightly, took the apple, and asked softly, "Su Ming, why did you join the Fools?"

She looked down at the snow-covered ground and continued to say to herself, "Everyone has a past buried under the wind and snow. No matter how deep it is buried, it will never disappear."

"Take it one step at a time; there's always a way out."

Su Ming shrugged, a kind of optimism ingrained in his bones.

Columbia blinked and asked in confusion, "Is this an ancient language of Liyue?"

"That's it."

"Possiate raggiungere la fine della strada e testimoniare la vera fine."

Su Ming was slightly taken aback. The voice coming from Colombia was not in any language he knew. It was melodious and pleasant to listen to, yet it carried a faint sadness.

"what is this?"

"An ancient saying."

Columbia's cherry lips curved into a small smile as she took a small bite of the apple, the sweet juice making her feel quite pleased.

Su Mingren was dumbfounded. In this day and age, you have to learn a foreign language even when you arrive in another world?

"You're not secretly cursing me, are you?"

"?"

Columbia raised an eyebrow, wanting to open Su Ming's skull to see if it was filled with wood.

Who would be so childish!

Columbia stomped her feet slightly, and the pair of pure white wings behind her head swayed gently.

Chapter 004 Are you trying to conquer yourself here?

"Let me try out the knife!"

The young master appeared at the training ground by the roadside at some unknown time, and a rather large building could be vaguely seen not far away.

"That's the House of Hearths, run by Arecino, and it's full of adopted orphans," Columbia explained simply to Su Ming, temporarily ignoring the young master who was enthusiastically inviting Su Ming to try his knife skills.

"Your room is right next door."

After Columbia finished speaking, she made room for Sue, indicating that she could wait there.

Su Ming couldn't help but show a somewhat pained expression. In the end, he was just an ordinary 21st-century college student with a physical fitness level of only four minutes for a 1,000-meter dash.

Facing the eleventh executive seat, it's not that there's no chance of winning, it's more like a free win.

The young master casually conjured a water blade, his gaze towards Su Ming filled with fervent fighting spirit. After all, this twelfth seat had appeared out of thin air, so how could he suppress his desire to challenge him?

For the Empress to value someone so highly, their strength must be considerable.

"Please give me more advice."

Su Ming slowly walked up to the young master and pulled a hard salted fish out of his pocket in front of him.

Young Master: "?"

He had already deliberately forgotten about the salted fish, so what was the point of bringing it up again at this time?

Could it be that a dead salted fish can actually attack him?

And what's with those pockets? Are they from another dimension?

Columbia sighed almost imperceptibly. It seemed that training the hermits was much more difficult than she had imagined.

"The weapon... is quite novel."

The young master's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the water blade in his hand, wondering if he was being too serious.

"I have a request, how about we warm up first?"

Su Ming coughed dramatically, then picked up Ajax's beloved Frozen Fish Sword and slashed at the scarecrow beside him.

"Clang, clang, clang—(five minutes of blacksmithing omitted here)"

The young master's gaze toward Su Ming shifted from initial doubt to seriousness; this man could actually wield a frozen salted fish so quickly!

Su Ming looked at the smashed scarecrow with a satisfied expression, then turned around, raised his salted fish sword, and charged towards the young master.

There was no other way; he had to succeed in a combo within five seconds!

"Flaws are fleeting!"

Su Ming let out a low shout and immediately launched a rude and unsportsmanlike thrust, bullying the twenty-year-old young master.

His Su Ming's main focus is on martial virtue!

The young master raised an eyebrow, revealing an interested expression. It had been a long time since he had encountered an opponent who excited him.

The water blade suddenly extended into a spear, and the young master nimbly dodged Su Ming's salted fish thrust, then thrust the water spear back at Su Ming.

However, Su Ming's attack speed exceeded the young master's expectations. The Salted Fish Sword intercepted the water spear with an eerie speed and withstood the water spear's cutting force.

Su Ming grinned, revealing a sunny boy's smile. He raised his salted fish sword and started slashing wildly. As long as he was fast enough, he would kill even the most injustices!

The young master was initially a bit confused, and only after raising his water spear to block for a while did he realize that something was wrong.

That's really fast; you'd have to be single for at least fifty years to develop that golden hand speed. But why does it feel a bit uninspired?

The salted fish sword in front of him had already created eighty-one afterimages, but the young master still managed to defend against it with ease.

如果苏命能看到公子血条的话大概就是如下的情况：-1-1-1-1-1-1-1xN（未能击穿敌方护甲）。

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. So his salted fish sword couldn't break through the elite monster's defense at all, let alone the young master of one of the executives.

High emotional intelligence: Immersive experience, enjoy the purest joy of battle.

Low emotional intelligence: Purely scraping (gua sha).

On the other hand, the young master was getting more and more excited as the fight went on. In his opinion, Su Ming just wanted to exchange the purest martial arts skills with him, without any unnecessary interference.

Such an opponent is admirable.

Such martial arts skills impressed the young master even more; he couldn't believe there was a man in the world with such fast hand speed.

This must be the martial virtue passed down in Liyue. No wonder he's a hermit. I really want to see him at full strength someday.

[Datalia's affection level has been unlocked to level 1, and the affection system is now available]

[Obtain Level 1 Affection Chest]

Su Ming: "?"

What are you doing? Ouch!

Columbia's favorability rating hasn't even been released yet, how come Young Master's has already appeared!

Are you trying to figure things out for yourself?

Su Mingren was numb, worried that the so-called favorability treasure chest might contain the young master's bitter tea. If that was the case, it would be better to leave it rotten in the system.

"The hermit, is that right? I acknowledge you."

The young master stopped his water spear attack, turned and extended his right hand to Su Ming, revealing a cheerful smile, "We can continue our sparring today if we have the chance."