Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Su Ming's expression immediately stiffened. Wait a minute, what time is it? Paimon shouldn't be able to appear right now!

Besides, if he catches Paimon, what will the Traveler catch?

Fish for his golden artifact?

Although Paimon was still unconscious, he was still biting into the Sweet Flower Chicken and subconsciously munching on the chicken meat.

No, we need to get the timeline back on track.

Su Ming made up his mind. Anyway, Paimon was no simple being. He had been submerged in the sea for so long, so what difference would a little longer make?

"Meng, you can't show up before Rosalyn arrives. For the sake of my slacking off, I'll have to ask you to make do for a bit."

Su Ming revealed a sunny smile, then ruthlessly shoved Paimon back into the sea.

"Gulugulugulugulu..."

Dense bubbles rose from the sea surface, but miraculously, Paimon was still sleeping soundly, showing no sign of waking up. Who wouldn't envy such quality of sleep?

"What are you doing!"

A spirited shout rang out, followed by a swift and precise slash from the traveler's sword.

Su Ming reacted instinctively, and ice elements instantly bloomed, creating a smooth ice surface on the ground.

With a whoosh, the golden figure rushed past the head and plunged into the sea, stepping on the ice.

With a "plop," a golden retriever floated on the surface of the sea, looking bewildered, its big eyes wide open, as if it hadn't quite figured out what was going on.

She and Su Ming stared at each other for a full minute.

"What are you doing?"

Su Ming squinted and complained, but upon closer inspection, he realized that it was Ying.

It seems the newbie Ying hasn't obtained any element yet, how pitiful.

Su Ming quickly realized something was wrong. No way, he had arrived in Mondstadt ahead of time, while the lady wouldn't arrive for at least two or three months.

What's the meaning of Ying and Paimon's appearance now? Are they trying to disrupt Su Ming's slacking-off life?

No.

We have to think of a way.

Su Ming quickly came up with an idea. Arriving early wasn't a problem, as long as they arrived in Mondstadt on time.

"Have you eaten?"

Su Ming flashed a bright smile, like a firefly reaching out its hand from the sea, his face clearly saying, "Brother, you're a really good guy."

"..." Yingliu frowned slightly and pulled Paimon out of the water. "You were trying to murder her, weren't you?"

"That's not quite right. Beautiful lady, didn't you see the crumbs of sweet flower-stuffed chicken on the corners of her mouth?"

Su Ming's eyes were sincere. "I was actually feeding her."

"ha…?"

A look of utter disbelief flashed in Ying's eyes as she tucked Paimon under her elbow and climbed onto the shore.

Looking down, Yingdu saw that the unknown white-haired creature in his elbow, though still unconscious, was still biting the Sweet Flower Chicken tightly and refusing to let go. This unwavering will left Yingdu speechless.

Now she believed what the man in front of her was saying.

Do you know any towns nearby?

Ying finally encountered a creature she could communicate with. Before, she had only encountered Hilichurls or Slimes, and had no chance to ask for directions.

We can't keep sleeping in the open in the wild; how can we find clues about my brother like that?

"The nearby town is not far away. Do you see the snow-capped mountains in the distance? After passing through the Dragon's Backbone Snow Mountain, going through the Stone Gate, and then turning right at Dawn Winery, you will see the border of the Free State of Mondstadt."

Su Ming, with a warm smile on his face, helped Ying guide the way forward.

Ying couldn't help but feel touched. The people on this continent were so warm and welcoming. Finally, she could end her travels in the middle of nowhere!

"Thank you. May I ask your name?" Ying patted Paimon's face, but finding it completely useless, she could only sigh helplessly. "I am Ying... a traveler."

"My name is Sandonne, and I am an adventurer from Mondstadt."

Su Ming chuckled and said, "We'll be in Mondstadt soon, no need to rush."

It wasn't that he wanted to trick Ying, but it was just too strange that Ying arrived so early; if this continued, the whole plot would fall apart.

How could he then happily slack off? The lady couldn't have been subdued before she even arrived in Mondtvalin, could she?

So who should be sent to pry open Old Bap's heart of God?

Chapter 053 This is totally a pornographic novel!!!

Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance.

Being helpful is a noble human virtue.

Sumeru, as the twelfth executor of the Winter Fools, upholds high moral character and guides lost travelers toward Mondstadt.

Even though it took a completely extra detour, you can't really say whether you've arrived or not.

If represented using symbols, it would look something like this:

Liyue — Snow Mountain — Luminous — Mondstadt.

Originally, Ying only needed to turn right a short distance to reach Mondstadt, but thanks to Su Ming's enthusiastic guidance, it became:

Mondstadt — Luminous — Snow Mountain — Liyue — Mondstadt.

It's not that we went in the wrong direction, but rather that we went in the opposite direction perfectly, following a perfect circular trajectory.

Guided by the helpful passerby "Sandonie," Ying's arrival in Mondstadt will take approximately half a month longer.

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Regarding hermits...

(Elegant traveler's dialect) ******!!

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"Thank you, Mr. Sandogne."

Ying politely said goodbye to Su Ming, then left the crime scene with Paimon tucked under her elbow, leaving Su Ming alone to suppress his laughter.

You can't blame him for being heartless. As a dedicated executor, it's already quite conscientious of him not to directly lure Ying to Sumeru.

There's nothing I can do. Why did Ying come to Mondstadt so early for no reason? Couldn't she have slacked off a little longer before coming?

The hermit's duty is only to scout ahead; the rest of the battle of wits and courage is left to the great Lady Rosalind.

He was responsible for touching Lily of the Valley's white silk every day, occasionally going out to flirt with Wendy, and having a few drinks at night. What a perfect life!

As long as Luna doesn't come, it means the main story of Mondstadt hasn't started yet, and since the main story hasn't started, I can continue to happily slack off.

Su Ming hummed a little tune as he prepared to return to Mondstadt, which was in the opposite direction from where Ying had left.

Tonight he still needs to go to Angel's Gift to gather some intelligence. After all, he's an executor, and he can't keep slacking off like this.

For Her Majesty the Queen! For the future of Winter! I will not slack off!

night.

"Brother Su Ming."

"They've been touching it for an hour already."

Linglan sat on the edge of the bed with her legs together, her head slightly lowered so her expression was not clear, but a deep blush could be vaguely seen on her profile.

Su Ming touched Bai Si with his left hand, while reading the notes that Ling Lan had made with his right hand. He could do both work and Bai Si at the same time.

Wearing white silk in one hand and working in the other, that's what balanced development is all about.

Besides, how can this be called slacking off? This is clearly touching white stockings. Can white stockings and fish be the same? Please stop making baseless accusations here.

"Haste makes waste. Let me finish reading this page first," Su Ming continued to peruse Linglan's notes, which contained detailed records of the information Eve had obtained.

The most crucial factor was naturally the dragon plague caused by Dvalin, but at this time the dragon plague was only in its early stages and had not yet caused any substantial damage. The Knights were actively searching for the cause.

Secondly, there's the upcoming Windflower Festival, Mondstadt's most vibrant annual festival, which the Knights of Favonius also take very seriously.

People will choose flowers that symbolize the wind god during the Wind Flower Festival and pray to the wind god Barbatos.

Su Ming thought that Barbatos would probably prefer cider to flowers, so they might as well change it to the Dionysian Festival sooner rather than later.

“But… I only wrote one page of notes,” Linglan pouted, staring at Su Ming with dissatisfaction. The Hermit’s skin is really thick.

Even if you only spend a minute looking at each word on this page of notes, it shouldn't take an hour to read it!

How can you bully people like this!

"Xiaoling, this is what you don't understand. As an executive officer, you must be rigorous, meticulous, and thorough in your work, and you cannot afford to make any mistakes."

"For example, the text here is a bit wrinkled and doesn't feel smooth to the touch. It must be corrected as soon as possible."

As Su Ming spoke, he smoothed out the white strands of the lily of the valley, then revealed a satisfied expression.

White silk is truly the most perfect creation in the world, White Gate!

Lily of the Valley's pretty face flushed slightly. It was impossible not to feel shy after being touched for an hour, but there was also an unexpected sense of comfort. How to describe it? If she had to put it in one sentence, it would be:

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Both the frequency and angle of the back-and-forth movement were very comfortable, making Linglan feel a little sleepy, and also a little tingling sensation that she didn't know where it came from.

If I had to put it that way, this could definitely be considered a leg massage, and a very effective one at that.

Linglan no longer feels tired after walking all day, and now she can easily run a kilometer without breaking a sweat.

It's really strange. Whether it's cooking or massage, the effects are actually quite useful, but the methods are really too bizarre... The former challenges the limits of human physiology, while the latter requires wearing white stockings.

Linglan was quite certain that Su Ming wasn't very interested in the opposite sex; more than Su Ming herself, it was the white silk stockings that attracted the hermit the most.

Is she more like a model carrying white stockings?

Suzuran couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated, but if she remembered correctly, there was one exception: Lady Columbia.