Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

If it were Su Ming, he would probably be celebrating the mission's completion with champagne by now, but Rosalind is ultimately cautious and won't relax until she has truly achieved success.

Of course, we'll relax a bit at the dinner party; after all, we're all family, so nothing bad will happen.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Ying's face became slightly stiff. Although she was very hungry, she was not so hungry that her brain stopped functioning.

What we just discussed must have been top secret by the Fatui!

Is it really okay to just casually reveal such secrets?

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ying's forehead. She felt her hands had lost all strength and inwardly groaned. Who knew that the so-called banquet would turn into a world-destroying exchange meeting of the Fools' Executives!

"Who is this?"

Rosalyn raised her head to look at Ying, her eyes filled with a cold, oppressive aura that made it difficult for anyone to meet her gaze.

"This person, you may not know, is—"

Before Su Ming could finish speaking, Ying hurriedly interrupted him, "He is the Hermit Lord's newly recruited attendant."

Su Ming: "6".

Rosalyn raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards Su Ming revealing a strange expression.

"what?!"

The strongest reaction came from Miss Sandoni, who looked at Su Ming in shock and murmured, "I never thought you were such a sexually frustrated pervert..."

"You have absolutely no doubts, right?" Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. This person really trusts Ying that much? That's ridiculous.

"But aren't you a pervert like that?"

Sandonne said in confusion. In her opinion, this was something Su Ming would do. After all, he could do something as cute as Linglan, so it wasn't hard to understand why he would collect a second servant. Anyway, the death penalty was the starting point. Fortunately, Winterfell had a complete set of laws that were enough to severely punish the Hermit.

Linglan, who was secretly enjoying a private meal nearby, almost burst out laughing. Others might not know Ying's background, but she certainly did. In the end, it was just an accident.

Su Ming wouldn't hire a second waiter, would he...? No way!

A slight sense of crisis suddenly arose in Linglan's heart. After all, the Hermit was so abnormal that he might actually do such a thing.

Wouldn't that mean I could touch two different kinds of white stockings with each hand every night? That's absolutely insane!

Linglan chewed the meat skewers vigorously, thinking that she needed to find out Su Ming's thoughts tonight. If he really wanted to find a second waiter, she had to do everything she could to prevent such a future from happening.

It would be fine if there were only one waiter; if there were more, wouldn't that take up too much of the waiter's time?

Lily of the Valley bit her lower lip, a hint of premonition in her jealousy, sensing that having a second waiter wouldn't be a good thing.

"Simply put, she's an outsider."

Rosalyn rubbed her forehead. Although Su Ming and Ying hadn't said anything, the atmosphere told her the truth. What was this guy thinking? A traveler had snuck into a dinner party for three executives?

Why don't you just bring the Wind God into the banquet too? That way, the plan wouldn't even need to begin!

Rosalyn was somewhat numb. So this was the Hermit, codenamed "Concealment"? Well, this was covert enough. The plan had already been half-revealed before it even began. Fortunately, there was still a chance to salvage it.

"What are you going to do?"

Sandone didn't care at all. It had nothing to do with her anyway. She was just here for a vacation. Even if Her Majesty the Queen punished them, she would only punish these two.

Who can resist being a happy bystander? As the saying goes, "If it doesn't concern you, don't worry about it," and Sandoni's main focus is on enjoying the gossip.

"Naturally, they would silence them."

Rosalyn said calmly, "In fact, there was no other option from the beginning. She didn't have time to ask Ying to keep the secret. Only the dead can seal the secret in the grave forever."

A chilling ice spike hovered at her fingertips, its dangerous light flashing in Ying's pupils.

Yingzi was equally numb. She knew she shouldn't have come to this damn banquet. Who knew it would turn out like this!

Master.

traveler.

If we're being honest about its level, it's probably just level 10, not even good enough to break through.

I just unlocked the wind element and haven't studied any advanced elemental theories at all; I'm a complete elemental novice.

The weapon is a noble bladeless sword with no passive skills, a sparse stat panel, no upgrades, and is basically in its factory state.

Relics... What are relics? I'm really not familiar with them, there are five empty slots.

Constellation? I am a noble Zero-Constellation warrior!

Very good, this is my current state. Now, let's challenge the three Fatui Enforcers!

What a ghost!

Ying was already considering whether to leave Paimon behind as a hostage and run away herself. As the saying goes, "It's better to live than die," as long as she could escape, she could still live.

"Silence them?" Sandone blinked, seemingly finding nothing wrong with it. After all, they were villains, so it seemed normal for them to do what villains were supposed to do.

So Miss Puppet continued to enjoy her drink while looking forward to the mysterious delicacy that had yet to be revealed.

"There's no need to kill them outright."

Su Ming chuckled and stepped in front of Rosalyn, calmly saying, "How about we interrogate her a bit more before silencing her?"

fluorescent:"?"

The hope that had just shone in Yingzi's eyes was instantly extinguished. If we're talking about being inhuman, then the hermit is the one. Did he have to torture her so badly before silencing her?

Su Ming chuckled and took out a bottle of white silk wine that he had treasured for a long time. The wine was a special dandelion wine from Mondstadt, and the white silk was the delicious white silk of lily of the valley that had been strung together all day. Only in this way could the most perfect white silk wine be brewed.

Pull the white silk, soaked in the wine, out of the bottle and wrap it around Ying's mouth, sealing it tightly.

Chapter 092 Master, Today We're Going to Submit to the Great Fools

Inside the Goethe Hotel, a tense and exciting scene is unfolding.

The great traveler Ying died before achieving his goal. The traveler, on whom Paimon placed great hopes, ultimately fell before the perverted hermit, his fate sealed by a white silk veil soaked in wine, leaving him unable to do anything but whimper.

The white silk, soaked in red wine, perfectly covered Ying's cherry-like mouth, and tied a cute bow on the back of her head.

With just one breath, Ying can taste the unique flavor of white silk-infused liquor, a hallmark of the hermit. It's not so much that it's intoxicating, but rather that one more sip would be enough to make you explode.

How could there be such a perverted liquor, you bastard! What kind of person could come up with the idea of ​​soaking white silk in liquor?! There's a limit to how perverted things can be!

Ying was completely distraught. Besides her mouth being gagged with white silk so she couldn't speak, her body was also tightly bound to a chair. Except for her eyes, she couldn't move any part of her body, just like a mummy.

"fluorescent--!"

Paimon let out a painful groan, then shoved another piece of steak into his mouth, leaving behind salty, sweet tears (and saliva).

Judging from this, she'll definitely be next after Ying. Before saying goodbye to Teyvat completely, she should at least eat her fill, otherwise she won't make any money at all.

What is the purpose of the infiltration?

Rosalyn held up her wine glass with one hand and casually asked, since she figured this guy would be dealt with sooner or later anyway, so it didn't matter if he didn't say anything, as long as he didn't leak the information.

As for obtaining additional intelligence, Rosalind expressed doubt about the amount of information a traveler could possess, questioning not only its timeliness but also its reliability.

After all, he's the kind of guy who accidentally ended up at the Executive's Dinner; he seems pretty reckless. I hope the information he gets is wrong.

Since the intelligence itself is unimportant, it seems that interrogation is meaningless. Why not just fast forward to the torture part?

Rosalyn was silent for a few seconds. She wasn't that kind of devil, so she might as well just give this guy a quick and easy blow.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

With her mouth gagged by the white silk, Ying could only make muffled, indistinct sounds. This person was ridiculous! Who gags someone before interrogating them? Did they want to extract information or not? Did they expect her to answer with her mind?

"Not saying anything? Good, you have a strong will."

Rosalyn nodded in satisfaction, then took out a blade made of ice and gently patted Ying's little face.

Yingzi's face was frozen stiff from the cold, and she could only continue to sob to express her determination: "You fucking bastard, let me say something! I'll confess to everything, I did it all! If you have the guts, take off your white stockings, and I'll kneel down in a heartbeat, believe it or not!"

If Heaven were to give Ying a chance to surrender, she would immediately pledge her loyalty to the great Queen of Winter.

Finding her brother isn't urgent; the most important thing right now is to survive. Anyway, not many people in Mondstadt know her yet, so even if she temporarily sides with the villains, it's not a serious problem.

Just like Su Ming, who appears to be a high-class executor of the Fools in the eyes of outsiders, is actually a real pervert in white stockings.

This inspired Ying. Character design is a very flexible thing. As long as others don't know, you can let yourself go and change it as you please.

My lord, today I am going to pledge allegiance to the great Fools, not to live a life of shame, but because I have suddenly realized the true meaning of life!

If you give her a chance to speak, I guarantee I'll make all three executives cry. That will show them what true enlightenment is!

Today, she will dedicate oil to the winter!

Let these shallow executives see what true intention is!

Ying's resolute gaze gradually piqued Rosalyn's interest, but she still had no intention of taking off the white stockings.

Sandonne, who was standing to the side, seemed a little bored at first. After taking a sip of wine, he said, "It's getting late. Shouldn't we remove the lids from the main course and taste it?"

What's the point of keeping it covered? We'll eat it sooner or later anyway, so why make it so mysterious? Is it just stir-fried shredded cabbage?

In any case, such an incredible dish is unlikely to exist... After all, even the name is just something Sandoni made up, how could it possibly be real?

"Let's eat first. After all, it wasn't any important intelligence that was leaked," Su Ming chuckled, about to unveil the mystery of the food. "We can continue the interrogation after we finish eating."

Rosalyn nodded slightly. Fortunately, she had only revealed the matter of seizing the Heart of God, while the specific details of the plan were still kept strictly confidential.

Ying breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she wouldn't be silenced anytime soon. As she relaxed, she took a sip of the wine from the white silk. Well, that was good, she almost got drunk while tied up.

To be honest, although the taste was strange, it was still pretty good.

Ying's pretty face was slightly flushed, clearly indicating that she was already a little drunk. To be honest, she should be the first person in Teyvat history to get drunk from drinking white silk-infused liquor.

Boiled blackback bass?

Sandonne awkwardly picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks. She had hardly ever eaten Liyue cuisine, but she had eaten quite a lot of fish during the winter months. However, this way of cooking fish was very novel to her.

Rosalyn was also full of expectations. After all, this was a delicacy made by the hermit himself, and it must have something special about it. Otherwise, how could the young master have made such an astonishing evaluation after eating it?

Paimon had been looking forward to the most mysterious delicacy, and now that Ying's life was temporarily out of danger, she felt even less guilty about eating it.

The moment Paimon saw the blackback bass, he stretched out his chopsticks at lightning speed, picked up a piece of plump fish, stuffed it into his mouth with lightning speed, and chewed it vigorously.

The bright smile on his face instantly vanished. Paimon mechanically chewed again, thinking it was just a hallucination from eating too fast. So he picked up another piece and tasted it carefully. After finishing it, he immediately shed tears of regret.

"As for it?"