Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

A brief moment of confusion flashed in Linglan's eyes. When she looked up, she saw Su Ming's figure, and the girl got her answer.

"It only resembles the appearance, it is not the real Eye of God," Su Ming used the four-piece set effect of the Toy Merchant to dress Lily in a knight's crown, only slightly adjusting the appearance to resemble the Eye of God.

Unlike when they first arrived in Mondstadt and needed to conceal their intentions, now Lily of the Valley needs to show some of her sharpness and make the Knights realize that a storm is coming.

What Su Ming needs to do is simple: stir up the situation in advance so that he can easily get out of the center of the vortex and leave the mess to Rosalin.

What are you standing there for?

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. It seemed that Ling Lan hadn't been listening to what he had just said at all. The girl was just playing with the God's Eye (pirated) on her chest, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.

Linglan stuck her tongue out at Su Ming, smiled, carefully put on the Eye of God, skipped to the door, and leaned against it, whispering, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Just remember to wear white stockings tonight."

Su Ming walked out with a smile, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take a parasol from the cabinet. The sun was quite strong today, and for him, who was used to the winter climate, it felt like melting.

Lily rolled her eyes helplessly. Sometimes she really couldn't understand Su Ming. He often made very gentle moves, but in the end, they were all for the sake of Bai Si.

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Outside the Goethe Hotel.

Old Goethe lazily leaned back in his deck chair, enjoying a rare sunbath. Since renting out the hotel a full year ago, he had been completely free. All he had to do every day was drink tea, walk his birds, and take a trip around Mondstadt when he had nothing else to do. He was a true winner in life.

Earning Mora while lying down sounds wonderful!

Old Goethe squinted and suddenly noticed that the sunlight was being blocked by something, and at the same time the temperature around him had dropped significantly, causing him to shiver.

Strange, it's almost early summer, how could it be so cold?

Goethe looked up and saw two figures that had appeared in the distance. He vaguely remembered that the slender figure was an envoy from Winter, but he had no recollection of the man behind her.

The man stood behind the girl, holding a parasol. His snow-white coat was particularly eye-catching, and the mysterious mask exuded an extremely cold sharpness just by looking at it, making it difficult to muster the courage to look at it a second time.

Old Goethe remembered that the name left on the hotel bill was Antalina. That lady was probably an important person in the winter, so it was normal for her to have bodyguards.

However, due to the reputation of the Fools, old Goethe couldn't help but feel a little worried, but fortunately, Mora had already arrived, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue doing business.

Two figures passed by Old Goethe. Lily of the Valley's steps were crisp, clean, and nimble, while the man's steps were like a ghost's. If Old Goethe hadn't been watching, he wouldn't have been able to notice him at all.

Just as the man passed by the old Goethe, he heard a very soft "shh" in his ear.

Old Goethe met the man's gaze, a gaze from behind the mask that seemed to freeze the air. The man put his index finger to his lips.

"I...I won't tell anyone!"

Old Goethe was so frightened that he immediately stated his position: "You have to be alive to spend Mora. In any case, save your life first before talking about anything else."

Chapter 060 Could it be that Sister Columbia also wants to go find Su Ming?

The Ice Palace of the Coffin.

No matter how many times he comes here, Sandonne always feels a chill that comes from the depths of his soul.

From the moment she first arrived at the Ice Palace as the Executor of the Fools, her future seemed to have been predetermined.

Columbia is right, she is pitiful, but that is not a reason to give up on the future.

She liked to study machinery in the workshop, simply because she liked it... or to hide in a corner and lick her wounds.

He thought his life was already predetermined, and that the future was nothing but boring scenery. But one day, two months ago, the puppet met the boy.

From then on, the rusty gears began to turn again, and even the cold machinery could feel a warmth.

"What...are you thinking?"

Sandonne gently stroked Tuanzi's body, her voice weak yet firm.

"You should know that very well."

"Our thoughts have always been the same."

“We…are in resonance.”

Tuanzi's voice was usually cool and aloof, but now it had a rare touch of gentleness.

Sandonne pursed her lips, the light in her eyes dimming slightly. "I will find a way."

"must."

"One day, I will be able to rescue you... no, I mean me."

With a complex expression, Sandoni slowly lowered his arm and walked alone toward the Ice Palace Hall.

A cold wind echoed inside the main hall.

On her throne, the Ice Queen silently tapped the ice, her snow-white eyelashes trembling gently.

"Your Highness."

"I have come here to ask you for instructions."

"Sandonne, the seventh seat of the Fools, requests to be transferred to Mondstadt to assist the Hermit."

Sandonne bowed slightly and respectfully asked the Ice God high above for instructions.

The Ice Queen did not answer, her cold gaze falling on Sandone before slowly melting away.

"permit."

"But in thirty days, you will need to return to the workshop to personally oversee the production of the next batch of Evil Eyes."

The Ice Queen's voice echoed in the hall, and a hint of surprise flashed deep in Sandone's eyes. She hadn't expected that Her Majesty the Queen would actually agree to let her go to Mondstadt.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sandonne felt his heart pounding, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The Ice Queen nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Sandoni left the ice palace with light steps, his face beaming with joy.

“It seems Her Majesty the Queen has granted your request,” Columbia said with a gentle smile as she stood outside the Ice Palace.

"You...why are you here?"

Sandonne blinked, then gave a teasing smile. "Sister Columbia wouldn't be thinking of going to find Su Ming too, would she?"

These words were quite sarcastic, but Sandonne was simply trying to find out what Columbia was really thinking.

As the third seat of the Fatui Enforcers, few can fathom her thoughts.

Sandonne couldn't help but wonder, did Columbia also have that kind of impulse?

What on earth did that hermit do?! How could the usually mysterious Colombian be won over?

"will not."

Columbia simply smiled and said, "Be careful on your journey, and remember to send a letter after you arrive in Mondstadt."

Sandonne blinked, finding it increasingly difficult to discern Columbia's true thoughts.

"Um…"

She nodded, then her eyes widened in disbelief at what she saw: "You...you...you...white stockings?!"

It was so incredible that Sandonne could barely speak.

Colombia's long, beautiful legs were now clad in well-fitting white stockings, outlining a perfect curve that would likely make any woman's heart flutter.

"Is it strange?" Columbia smiled. "Aren't you wearing it too?"

Sandonne's face instantly turned bright red, and she stammered, "It's just that it's too cold in winter, to keep warm... Yes, I wore it to keep warm!"

Columbia did not expose Sandonne's sophistry, but simply smiled and said, "When we get to Mondstadt, please give my regards to Suming."

Have a safe journey, Sandogne.

"Thank you..."

Sandonne was a little unaccustomed to such a gentle Columbia. Was this also the effect of the white silk?

She began to worry that all the women she would see in the future would be wearing white stockings. The influence of the white stockings brought by the hermit was terrifying, and she feared that the country would soon become a land of white stockings by winter.

It turns out that the whitest thing in winter isn't snow, but white silk.

The hermit is deeply sinful.

Sandoni sighed, glancing at her white stockings. Hmm... the more she wore them, the more comfortable they felt, and she even started to feel a little uncomfortable not wearing them.

This is indeed the brand new XP that Su Ming developed for her.

Damn it, the problem is she can't step on Su Ming's foot right now, it's so annoying.

Sandonne pouted, ready to storm Mondstadt right now and give Su Ming a good kick.

“Speaking of which, which road do we take to get to Mondstadt?” Sandonne sighed in frustration. She was a complete idiot when it came to directions, the kind of person who could go the wrong way even with a map.

"Never mind, we can get to Mondstadt by going through the Stone Gate."

Sandonne casually chose a road and went to prepare the carriage with light steps.

This was the first time she had left since arriving in Zhidong. Perhaps she wasn't lonely, but she simply had no reason to leave.

But now... it seems there's a reason to leave.

For one person, I travel to a wider world and see more scenery with my own eyes.

Perhaps leaving never requires preparation, only a reason.

I'm going to see someone.

That's it.

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"Aqiu!"

Ying wiped her slightly red nose and exhaled a breath of cold air. "The snow mountain is so cold..."

"Is Mondstadt really in this direction, Ying?"