Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Regarding the "Hermit"...

"He is a very good person."

"Extremely obsessed with white silk."

"I'm extremely, extremely, extremely bad at cooking!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Why don't you eat?"

Su Ming pointed to the steaming, unidentified soup on the table and took a big bite.

Linglan pursed her lips and said very seriously, "Please allow me to refuse. It really smells terrible. I can just eat dry rations."

"That won't do. It will take at least a week to get to Mondstadt. We can't eat dry rations every day."

"obedient."

Su Ming admitted that his cooking wasn't very good, but at least it provided a decent buff, such as this steaming bowl of cream of mushroom soup, which could keep warm for 24 hours.

Lily of the Valley hesitated for a few seconds, but still obediently drank the soup. Although it tasted worse than expected, it was surprisingly comforting.

Like a cold, late night, curled up with no one around.

She was all alone, huddled by a brazier on the street, trembling as she stretched out her bluish hands to keep warm.

I don't know when I'll die, I don't know if there will be a tomorrow.

Linglan drank the soup in big gulps, which stunned Su Ming. Could he actually be a genius at making soup?

"It didn't taste good... but it was very comforting, thank you."

A look of reminiscence flashed in Lily of the Valley's clear blue eyes, and a warm smile appeared on her face.

The past is like a dream; you want to forget it, but you'll always see it when you turn around.

Seeing that version of myself from the past.

"Don't cry, or Columbia will think I bullied you," Su Ming said, somewhat at a loss, as he handed Linglan a few napkins.

Linglan then realized that her face was covered with tears, as if she were saying goodbye to her past self and heading towards a brand new future.

"Thank you."

She spoke softly, tears welling in her eyes.

Su Ming hadn't said it, but Linglan actually knew very well.

A few days earlier, when Columbia first approached her and told her she could become an executive servant.

Linglan was puzzled. She was not outstanding, and could even be described as mediocre. There were many people in Winter City who were more outstanding than her, so why was she chosen?

Columbia simply smiled and told her that the hermit had specifically requested a 1.48-meter-tall novice nun to be his attendant.

The lily of the valley is not eye-catching; even in the church, it is just the most inconspicuous one.

But every time Su Ming came to the church, he would see Linglan meticulously completing her tasks, like an angel in the dust, fragile yet pure.

This beauty should not bloom in a deserted corner; it should go to a wider world.

(Volume 1/The Hermit)

(End of this volume)

Chapter 047 Dear Pantalone, Greetings

Mondstadt.

In front of the Deer Hunter Restaurant.

“Amber, that looks unfamiliar,” Sarah asked curiously as she placed the honey-glazed carrot and pork pancakes on the table.

Everyone in Mondstadt knows each other very well, and you rarely see unfamiliar faces.

Moreover, that young lady was so eye-catching that it was hard not to notice her.

Her long, silver-gray hair shimmered like crystal, her eyes were as clear as sapphires, and her lips were light pink. From any angle, she was an impeccable beauty.

The black coat covered the girl's body, revealing only two slender legs covered by white stockings, their perfect curves like a gift from the Creator.

Just standing there, she exudes a cold and aloof aura that keeps strangers at bay, making people lose the courage to strike up a conversation.

“You mean her?” Amber picked up a piece of meat with her fork and said with a smile, “That’s an envoy from Winter’s End. She seems to have just arrived in Mondstadt today and is discussing the details with the Knights.”

"A member of the Fatui?" Sarah was somewhat shocked. In her mind, the Fatui were all extremely intimidating soldiers, so it was surprising to find such a beautiful girl among them.

“I don’t know,” Amber put the piece of meat into her mouth and chewed it with satisfaction. After all, she was just a scout knight, and these things were best left to Jean.

As the saying goes, nothing in this world is difficult if you are willing to give up. The answer is always the same: I don't know.

Amber chose to continue enjoying her delicious lunch, leaving the envoy to the Knights of the Order.

"Qin, the Winter Solstice Envoy I mentioned before is already waiting in the Knights' Hall."

Lisa pushed open the wooden door to the commander's office and whispered a reminder.

Qin put down her pen, a hint of weariness in her eyes, but she still forced herself to speak, "Please bring the envoy in."

Lisa nodded slightly. Although she was a little worried about Qin's health, now was not the time to talk about it.

Not long after, the girl with long silver-gray hair walked into the commander's office, her steps steady, her pretty face still calm.

.

“Lily of the Valley Antalina is the representative of the Winter Aurora Party and also the envoy who has come to visit this time.”

Lily of the Valley bowed slightly, her gesture elegant yet measured.

"Hello, Ms. Antalina, I am Jyn Gunnhildr, the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius."

"On behalf of the Knights of Favonius, welcome to Mondstadt."

Qin did not show any disregard for the other person's age; on the contrary, her manners were impeccable.

"I've heard that Mondstadt's Windflower Festival is approaching, and I hope to reach a mutually beneficial cooperation with the Knights of Favonius," Lily of the Valley said with an elegant and appropriate smile, showing ample goodwill.

Qin naturally wouldn't easily trust this envoy from the Winter Solstice, but she also wouldn't show any suspicion at this time.

"Then please enjoy Mondstadt's annual grand event, Ms. Antalina. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

Overall, the conversation went smoothly and both sides were very friendly. However, Lisa still expressed her questions after Suzuran left.

"Jin, do you really think that Winter would send a little girl to Mondstadt alone?"

"She is indeed very talented, but not enough."

Lisa was well aware that equality is predicated on equal strength; otherwise, equality would cease to exist—this is a very simple principle.

Qin looked at the contents of the documents on the table and fell into deep thought.

The letter regarding the arrival of the Winter Solstice Envoy was received half a month ago. It stated that the purpose of the visit was to promote the development of Winter Solstice Winery in Mondstadt, and that a large portion of the profits would be given to the Knights of Favonius.

This is a good opportunity for Mondstadt, but is it necessary to do so by winter?

“I will send someone to check on Ms. Antalina’s movements. In any case, Mondstadt needs some time to recover.”

Qin picked up her pen and began writing the letter.

Lisa frowned slightly. "It seems the omens of the dragon calamity are truly about to arrive."

Outside the Knights.

Lily of the Valley let out a soft breath; her heart was still beating a little fast.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, but it wasn't as difficult as I had imagined.

Sure enough, once you take the first step, you'll succeed as long as you keep moving forward.

“If I remember correctly, this is where we rested…” Linglan looked up and saw the incredibly luxurious hotel, then fell into a long silence.

"How many Mora will this cost?"

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Dear Pantalone, Greetings.

I will arrive in Mondstadt in a day. By the time you read this letter, I should have been there for quite some time and have already begun my mission.

Having a proper place to rest is essential for carrying out missions. This is necessary to recover from the daily fatigue and hardship, and to organize and integrate intelligence. I believe you can understand the necessity of this expense.

In preparation for winter, I have decided to book the Goethe Hotel. As an executive officer of the Fools, I believe you, as the ninth seat, can better appreciate this determination for Her Majesty the Empress.

Don't worry, let me bear all this pain and sorrow.

Our plan will surely lead to victory, for Her Majesty the Empress!

(Invoice attached to the envelope)

(Postage to be paid upon delivery)

Your most loyal colleague—the hermit.

Mora cheque: 31690000.

Postage: 2000.

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With a "snap," the abacus cracked.

The soldiers of the Fools standing nearby were all dumbfounded. How could the usually gentle and refined Lord Fu have such a loss of composure?

"I heard it was an envelope sent by the Hermit, and it seems the Rich Man was the first to receive it."

"Yes, even the girl who was close to the hermit and the puppet master did not receive the letter."

"I didn't realize the rich man and the hermit had such a good relationship."

Pantalone, behind his desk, stared in silence at the smashed abacus. Who was this hermit? Who buys a hotel room for a whole year?

Besides, there are only two people, is it really necessary to book the entire hotel?

It hurts, it hurts so much, how could this happen?

Pantalone sighed, clutching his head, hoping that after this expense, no more bills would come back.