Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

Diluc wasn't one to enjoy watching a spectacle, but Charles was arguably his most diligent and responsible subordinate. Even he was distracted by the people in the private room on the second floor, suggesting there might be something worth investigating.

Standing behind the counter, Diluc began to skillfully mix drinks. Due to his aloof demeanor, the drunks kept their voices down, occasionally coming up to ask for a drink.

"Wendy, please keep your hands and feet to yourself and stop touching me everywhere!"

A reproachful voice came from the second floor, followed by footsteps from the stairs. Diluc looked over and saw a handsome Liyue man supporting a Mondstadt boy who looked like a bard, complaining incessantly.

The Mondstadt boy clung tightly to the Liyue man's waist, practically being dragged along. One of his hands reached into the man's pocket, trying to steal Mora from it, but the Liyue man grabbed his cheek hard, pulling and stretching it repeatedly until it was deformed.

It looks a bit like soft slime, with a high degree of malleability.

Helpless, Ji Ming kneaded the pouch a few times before letting go. He then took all the Mora out of his pocket, opened the small pouch at Wendy's waist, and put all the Mora inside.

"That's all. There will be no more Mora from now on."

"Hey~ no way, Ah Ming will take care of me, right?"

"No, unless you're willing to sleep under a bridge with me."

Wendy grinned mischievously. His cheeks were flushed from drinking too much and being repeatedly kneaded by Ji Ming.

Being shorter than Ji Ming, Wendy had no choice but to lean close to his neck, let out a defiant hiccup, and readily agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll follow you wherever you go, whether you're a chicken or a dog..."

Ji Ming was speechless. He punched Wendy on the head and heard a "thud" before he smiled again: "Don't talk nonsense. My sexual orientation is normal. I like older women, especially those who have lived for three thousand years."

He likes the old man? No, that's not right. The old man has lived for far more than three thousand years. He's probably from that immortal family in Liyue. Ji Ming said that there are two people in Liyue Harbor who have been kind to him since childhood. Maybe he's one of them?

Oh well, it's okay if my kid likes Morax. When Morax attacks, he'll be the first to run away.

Thinking this, Wendy looked towards the counter on the first floor, where her eyes met Diluc's. She couldn't suppress her smile any longer: "Master Diluc, please give me a glass of dandelion liqueur!"

Diluc didn't reply, staring intently at Ji Ming, who was being held in Wendy's arms. His Eye of Cthulhu twitched slightly, the meaning of which was quite clear.

This person is no ordinary pervert; not only did he bring minors to drink alcohol, but he also harbored abnormal and unhealthy thoughts about underage boys. He must be punished by heaven.

Ji Ming understood and immediately reached out to comfort him: "Don't get agitated, I'm a good person."

Bad people never admit they are bad, and good people never admit they are good, so the Liyue people in front of you are definitely bad.

Using his thinking method, Diluc quickly made a judgment, took out his companion greatsword from the Eye of God space, placed it on the counter next to him, and nodded to Ji Ming to continue his sophistry.

Diluc could still distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous.

"This guy is a complete adult. Don't let his pretty-boy looks and cuteness fool you; he's actually a seasoned pro, more experienced than me."

Diluc, unconvinced, tilted his head back and stretched his neck, asking, "What did you mean by giving him Mora just now? Sir, are you perhaps keeping an underage boy as a mistress in Mondstadt?"

"I already said he's an adult!"

Ji Ming was speechless. Wendy was older than him and Diluc combined, but his identity as the Wind God could not be revealed, so he could only be wrongly accused.

Ji Ming gently nudged Wendy's back and glared at her: "Stop watching the show from the sidelines."

"Okay, okay, Master Diluc, I'm a perfectly normal adult."

Diluc nodded: "Let's believe you're an adult for now, but why are you only wearing white socks?"

Ji Ming looked over and saw Wendy curl the corners of her mouth and lightly kick her exposed left leg, while the white sock on her right leg was perfectly intact.

Quickly clearing his mind, Ji Ming looked down at the pocket that Wendy had touched earlier. A pair of white stockings lay there quietly, just beginning to emerge.

Barbatos, can't you do something serious?

Chapter 51 Be an ordinary person in your next life

Goethe Hotel, the living quarters of the Fools' Ambassadors.

Rosalyn didn't go out. She sat on the wooden chair by the window reading the special newspaper for fools. The sun was shining brightly today, and she felt warm all over.

Yes, Rosalyn loves the sun, and on some pleasantly sunny days, she would even skip work to go out and sunbathe.

Just like today, Rosalind didn't go to Mondstadt's higher-ups to mince words, nor did she go to the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius to engage in verbal sparring. Instead, she stayed at the Goethe Hotel, basking in the sun.

The memories of the past are no longer clear, but Rosalyn can still remember these little details she cherishes.

Rosalyn is no longer human; only these tiny details make her feel like she is still human.

Revenge is the only way to recall past memories and the only motivation to live.

"Bang, bang bang..."

A knock sounded at the door, and the voices of the Fool's female servants came from outside: "Madam, Executor Sanbing has arrived. May I grant him an audience?"

Rosalyn's dormant thoughts instantly came to life. She propped herself up, looked at the wooden door with a puzzled expression, placed the newspaper in her hand on the small table, and draped a thick snow cloak over herself.

A stragglers? Shouldn't this guy still be at Winter Palace, waiting for Her Majesty the Queen's orders?

The skirmisher always had the air of a schemer, and Rosalind had never gotten along with him. They hadn't spoken much when they were at Winterfell, and now that they were in Mondstadt, it was better to keep out of sight and out of mind.

Rosalind preferred hot-blooded scoundrels and thugs to schemers, since they were simple-minded and physically strong, making them easier to control.

"Have the stragglers wait in the lobby; I'll meet them later."

Rosalyn sat in the room for a while longer before getting up to go to the lobby. She didn't want to appear too cooperative, so she deliberately lingered a bit.

Upon entering the lobby, the soldier wearing a straw hat looked up and saw Rosalyn walking slowly towards him. He curled his lips into a scheming smile and greeted her, "Madam, it's been a long time."

"It's been over a month since we last met, which isn't a long time."

Rosalind gracefully took her seat and cut to the chase: "Speak, has Her Majesty the Queen issued a new mission?"

The soldier didn't waste any words: "Her Majesty the Queen asked me to tell you that Barbatos has awakened."

Rosalyn's eyes widened, and she slammed her hand on the table and stood up. Her snow cloak fell off due to the force of the movement, but before it could fall to the ground, it was caught by the Fool's maids and put back on.

"Barbatos, where is he?"

"That's up to you to find it. Her Majesty the Queen doesn't need incompetent executors. If you can't find Barbatos, I can do it for you."

The tension was palpable. Rosalyn's eyes widened in anger as she glared at the skirmisher, her face contorted with rage: "Skirmisher, this is my business. Don't interfere."

The soldier shrugged, but didn't answer directly. He smiled and said, "Before coming to Mondstadt, I went to Liyue. You said you asked him for some nobody as an assistant, right?"

"none of your business."

Still as stubborn as ever. I look forward to your meeting with Inazuma, that ruthless creator, Rosalyn.

The schemer's aura grew stronger, and the soldier's smile became increasingly sinister. He looked directly into Rosalind's eyes and said, "Her Majesty the Queen knows about this. I asked her if she could kill that nobody, but she didn't answer. I think she must not care about the life or death of a nobody."

For an insignificant pawn in this grand game, only "death" is the possible outcome.

Her Majesty the Queen's goal is the principles of Heaven. The continent of Teyvat is the chessboard, and the demon gods are the pieces. Their role is to contribute their divine hearts. If they cooperate, they will not take any action; if they do not cooperate, they will bring about their own destruction.

As for the vast number of people on the continent of Teyvat, they are of no use and no one cares about them, after all, they are not even considered pawns.

Rosalyn is truly a disgrace to the Executive, actually hiring thugs and ruffians as accomplices. Is it that the Fools are incompetent, or that she simply lacks the ability to obtain the Heart of the Wind God?

The soldier rubbed his fingers together, the smile on his face gradually fading, his expression turning cold: "Her Majesty the Empress has given you a year. If you fail to obtain the Heart of the Wind God within this year, then I will take over the affairs of Mondstadt. As for your thug henchman, I will deal with him. He knows too much and cannot be allowed to live."

Rosalind's eyes grew increasingly cold: "He's mine now. If you dare touch him, you won't leave Mondstadt."

In Rosalind's eyes, Ji Ming was reliable and attentive to the demands of the Fools. Even if he might have his own ulterior motives, he was not someone that the skirmishers could kill at will.

If the stragglers really kill Ji Ming, then who will be willing to work for Rosalin? Even if there are, they will probably be terrified, which will greatly reduce their efficiency.

In any case, the skirmishers must not lay a hand on Ji Ming. Even if Ji Ming is killed, Rosalin must come up with an appropriate countermeasure.

"Madam, we all serve Her Majesty the Queen. It's best not to fight among ourselves, or Her Majesty will be disappointed."

"I never intended for internal strife; it was you, the straggler, who presumptuously attempted to kill my subordinates..."

"My lord? Don't forget, that thug isn't from the Fools' Clan, yet you and the young master revealed their most important secret to him. What will we do if he spreads the news?"

"No, he was a collaborator of the Fatui, and also a dagger that the Prince plunged into Liyue..."

The stragglers, growing impatient, interrupted, "How can you be so sure it wasn't a dagger Liyue planted in the Fatui? You're all so naive. What good is that thug? There are debt collectors for intelligence gathering, and envoys for diplomacy. He's utterly useless."

Even servants know to adopt orphans, raise them to adulthood, and then use them. But these two ladies and gentlemen directly use a thug of unknown origin. Who knows if his identity is clean?

For Her Majesty the Empress's grand plan, and for his own, the soldiers would not allow anyone to sabotage it. He was eager to keep the plan going, but then a local ruffian appeared who might leak the secrets, and he naturally wouldn't let him get away with it.

"We are both loyal to Her Majesty the Queen. You know what to choose. Either let a troublemaker run rampant, or kill him."

Rosalyn fell silent. When she learned that the young master had chosen a local ruffian as his partner, her thoughts were almost exactly the same as the stragglers', but she had no intention of silencing him.

Her Majesty the Queen had previously instructed the Prince to find a local expert in Liyue to serve as an assistant to the Fatui in Liyue Harbor.

Her Majesty the Empress must know Ji Ming. She made no comment a month ago, but now she has fallen silent in the face of the soldiers' questioning, tacitly agreeing to their act of silencing her.

Could it be that Her Majesty the Queen has found a better assistant, or is Her Majesty not satisfied with Ji Ming and wants to find a different collaborator?

Her thoughts raced, and Rosalyn looked up at the stragglers, coldly saying, "I'll ask you one more time: did you ask Her Majesty the Queen about the order to silence them?"

The soldier shrugged: "I asked, and Her Majesty the Empress didn't reply, so that means she agrees."

We can't be sure if this is a tacit agreement, but there are no other speculations at the moment.

So be it. Even if they guessed the Empress's hint wrong, it's the soldiers who will be punished, and it has nothing to do with her.

Ji Ming, blame your bad luck. You know too much, and too many people are watching you. In your next life, be an ordinary person living a normal life. Peace and health.

Rosalyn nodded, her eyes cold: "You are not allowed to interfere in matters concerning the Heart of God. As for other matters, you may do as you please."

I am very satisfied with your answer.

The stragglers did not linger any longer. They adjusted their straw hats, stood up, and left the hall. They pushed open the door to the temporary barracks beneath the Goethe Hotel, where more than twenty debt collectors from the Fools' Clan were standing.