Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Wendy's lips twitched slightly. Feeling that Mora in her hand was still a little damp, she fell into a long silence.

Picking up Mora means getting stained with some unknown liquid, while putting down Mora means you can't enjoy your cider. What a painful choice!

Wendy's face was filled with righteous indignation. It was just a few Mora, and it was wrong to gain something for nothing. As Barbatos, the god of wind, once said, "Go after freedom."

Even dogs wouldn't want these Mora.

Wendy swiftly wiped the water stains off Mora with Kaeya's pants as he passed by, then nonchalantly stuffed it into his pocket.

The wind god Barbatos also said, "The people of Mondstadt are free."

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to follow freedom; this is true freedom.

Free Mora, so much freedom!

Wendy happily accepted the Mora. These few Mora were enough for him to buy a bottle of cider to take home and drink tomorrow. Could there be anything happier than this?

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Wendy: Data/Voice

About the Hermit Mora

"wallet!"

"I've never seen him take out Mora; he usually pays with a magical bill."

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Regarding the Hermit's Liquor Capacity

"I advise you not to drink with him."

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The bartender looked at the table in the corner in shock. The boy hadn't stopped since he came to the tavern, constantly chugging alcohol as if it were water.

Wendy remembered him. Although the bard was unreliable and often forgot his Mora, he was one of the top drinkers in Mondstadt. Yet, the boy had managed to get him drunk and passed out on the table.

unprecedented.

The bartender swallowed hard. If it were him, he would have lost consciousness an hour ago. This guy was really too outrageous.

Su Ming glanced at Wendy, who was still talking in her sleep, and drank the last drop of wine in her glass in one gulp. In the end, she only triggered the passive ability of wish fulfillment once.

The bag of Mora was worth about 100,000, which wasn't a huge amount, but it was indeed a windfall, enough to cover the expenses of the abacus for a while.

No matter how low the probability is, the 99999 damage is real, and its instantaneous burst power is probably even stronger than the attack summoned by the memory of the homeland.

In short, it's pure burst damage, without any fancy mechanics, just plain and simple damage.

No matter how strong you are, what if—and I mean, what if—you were to throw a 99999-damage abacus at your face? How would you respond then?

Su Ming paid the bill at the bar and left the tavern. It was already past midnight, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

He couldn't help but laugh and cry when he thought back to the two groups of thieves; those two were probably still unconscious in the toilet right now.

Without even using many skills, he quickly dealt with the two brothers using only the Eye of God, without making a sound.

The rest can be left to Kaiya in the tavern. Su Ming knows that now is not the time to show his skills. He should just try to act like an ordinary rich guy like Zhi Dong.

The matter of showing one's face in public was left to Linglan to handle; he was responsible for observing the wind direction from the shadows, which was a basic quality of a hermit.

To be honest, Su Ming is quite satisfied with his title of Executive Officer. Isn't the Hermit the sixth brother?

Who could resist being a sunny and cheerful sixth child!

Back at the hotel, Su Ming yawned and pushed open the door to his room. The dimly lit room was lit only by a desk lamp, and a small figure was asleep on the desk, resting his head on his arm.

You could tell from Lily's slightly undulating breathing that she was really tired; even in her sleep, she was still holding a pen in her hand.

The notebook on the table was filled with neat handwriting, clearly indicating that the author had done ample preparation in order to become a worthy attendant of the hermit.

Linglan is a very strong-willed person. She wants to prove to Su Ming that he did not choose the wrong person.

Su Ming picked up a blanket from the bed and gently laid it on Linglan's body.

"...Don't abandon me."

Lily of the valley murmured softly in her sleep. When she felt that warmth, she unconsciously grabbed the corner of the blanket and revealed a relieved smile.

Su Ming gently patted Linglan's head, then turned and left the room.

Sigh, with such a sloppy waiter, I feel a bit embarrassed to keep slacking off. Looks like I need to start taking things a little more seriously.

Su Ming was somewhat amused and exasperated. Was this some kind of supervision he had found for himself?

Fortunately, Lily of the Valley can wear white stockings, which can be considered a consolation.

Teyvat doesn't have a cell phone and can't video call Columbia. It's another day of missing Miss Columbia in her white stockings.

Not only is there no cell phone, but there's not even a teleportation anchor point.

Su Ming began to lament why he couldn't fly anymore, otherwise he could have flown directly to Winterfell to meet Columbia.

Theoretically speaking, as long as one uses memories of their homeland to activate flight skills, one can soar through the sky. The key is that the skill effect is linked to Su Ming's strength. With his current strength, there's a high chance he'll crash and fall to the ground as soon as he takes off.

"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to get a pilot's license."

Su Ming nodded to himself. He would go find a Windwing to play with tomorrow. It was really unbearable not to be able to fly these days. The mere flight test would be a piece of cake.

He is a genius!

Su Ming lay in bed and, before going to sleep, took out his abacus and fed Mora, increasing the success rate to 0.2%.

The chances of getting a miracle in a single pull need to be at least 1%, otherwise it's too low.

Su Ming couldn't guarantee that he would get the "Transcend the Present" buff every time he restarted the game. In order to ensure that the plan wouldn't fail at crucial moments, he would have to feed Mora every day from now on.

Damn it, you good-for-nothing brat!

He spends the mora of Pantalone, the abacus of Pantalone spends his mora, what mora closed loop.

Chapter 056 Why not ask the amazing teacher Abedo?

early morning.

Lily of the Valley sat up from her desk in a daze, the blanket behind her falling to the floor.

She developed a good biological clock while in church, waking up naturally around six o'clock every day to prepare for the start of her workday.

"Asleep..."

Linglan murmured to herself. Last night, she had planned to wait for Su Ming to come back before resting, but she had fallen asleep lying down without realizing it, and her arm was a little sore from using it as a pillow.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

The door was pushed open, and Su Ming, carrying a steaming breakfast in his right hand, sat down on the bed without any ceremony. "Just bought a Mondstadt specialty breakfast, want to try it?"

Lily of the Valley's delicate nostrils twitched slightly as she smelled a sweet fragrance, and a look of anticipation flashed in her eyes.

Ultimately, as long as Su Ming doesn't cook it himself, even the worst breakfast should be considered a rare delicacy.

Lily felt that if she ate Su Ming's cooking a few more times, her sense of taste would be ruined sooner or later, and she would no longer be able to distinguish real delicacies.

That kind of thing is really terrifying.

Lily of the Valley stuck out her tongue, sat down at the table, and lifted the tablecloth to reveal muffins covered in orange syrup that looked absolutely delicious.

“Pancakes with chrysanthemum syrup,” Su Ming shrugged. He wasn’t particularly fond of sweets, neither disliking nor liking them.

Of course, if there is a white silk flavored syrup, that's a different story.

But I don't think there would be any syrup with that weird flavor!

"Today is the day for setting up the Windmill Festival. Would you like to come along?" Lily of the Valley took a small bite of the pancake. The sweetness, even more fragrant than she had imagined, filled her taste buds. It was not cloying and retained the original flavor of the windmill chrysanthemum.

“I definitely can’t go with you,” Su Ming said, but then he saw a faint mist rise in Linglan’s clear blue eyes. He coughed and changed his mind, saying, “It’s fine when there aren’t so many people. We can meet up then.”

"A word is settled!"

Linglan stared at him with wide eyes, as if afraid that Su Ming would change his mind.

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. Did Miss Linglan think he was so untrustworthy?

"I need to go out and take care of something important."

"Does 'big thing' mean finding new white silk?"

"What's wrong with you, child? What do you think you are, an executive officer?!" Su Mingyi retorted righteously, "Of course I'm going to complete Her Majesty the Queen's mission!"

"Oh."

Lily of the Valley nodded, continuing to bite into her pancake, her face displaying a perfunctory "Oh yes, yes, yes" expression, clearly indicating that she didn't believe it at all.

Su Ming was speechless. He felt that Linglan was becoming more and more disrespectful after getting to know him better. Tonight, he was determined to touch her white stockings for an hour to regain his dignity as the executive officer!

That's how it was decided. I had no other thoughts at all; I just wanted to touch the white stockings.

After saying goodbye to Suzuran, Su Ming went to the door of the scout knight Amber's house. After glancing at the prominent Count Bunny on the doorplate, he was sure he had come to the right place, so he knocked on the door.

"Hello, what can I do?"

Amber peeked out half of her pretty face and asked Su Ming with a puzzled look.

The boy in front of me didn't seem to be a local; it must be the first time we'd met.

"To process flight licenses," Su Ming's smile remained sunny. "The Knights seem to be too busy with the Wind Flower Festival to find anyone in charge of the license exams."

Amber then fully opened the door, still wearing light pajamas, looking like she had just woken up, her hair still a little messy.

“I understand. Okay...you go wait for me in the square first,” Amber smiled a little embarrassedly. “If I don’t eat breakfast, I won’t have the energy to fly.”

"I understand, I understand. By the way, where can I buy Wind Wings?"

"Ordinary Wind Wings are given out for free after you pass the flight test. If you want to customize one, you need to go to the Alchemy Room, which is on the side of the square. Just go find Timaus."

Amber kindly pointed out the way to Su Ming. After thanking her, Su Ming prepared to go to the alchemy room to see what made the so-called custom-made wind wings different from the others.

Anyway, he doesn't lack Mora.

Ah no, it's the ninth seat of the great Fools' Executive Officer, the "Rich Man" Bucha Mora.

Thank you, Mr. Pan, for your generous gift. Pan family.

Timaus yawned boredly in front of the alchemy table, while fiddling with the alchemical materials in the box.