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

With a gentle wave of their hands, the debt collectors, skilled in assassination, silently concealed themselves and surged towards every corner of Mondstadt.

To kill an unknown soldier, there's no need for a skirmisher to personally intervene.

Chapter 52 I haven't had enough fun yet!

"So, Amin, could you give me back my white socks? My legs are bare, and it's really cold when the wind blows."

"Aren't you the Wind God? Tell the wind not to blow this way to you. Besides, the thing is already in my pocket, so it's mine. Why should I just give it away?"

In a corner of the West Wind Cathedral, Wendy and Jim were whispering to each other. Neither of them had a place to stay in Mondstadt, and they had both stayed at the West Wind Cathedral after returning from drinking last night.

Stirring things up is just a way to add flavor to ordinary life; if you keep doing it all the time, it gets boring.

To avoid being mistaken for performing art, Wendy had taken off her other white sock last night, even though the West Wind Cathedral was very well-sealed, the temperature was still quite low at midnight.

Just to clarify, there were bedding provided last night.

The key point is that the quilt was given to Ji Ming by Barbara three days ago to keep him warm, but Barbara wasn't on duty last night, so Ji Ming was the only one in the entire West Wind Cathedral with a quilt.

Ji Ming had no problem sleeping on the floor; in fact, he was quite used to it. However, he didn't want to share a bed with another man, especially someone as handsome as Wendy who could be mistaken for a woman.

In the pitch-black church, Ji Ming didn't want to have any amusing misunderstandings with Wendy.

So whenever Wendy crept up in the dark, Ji Ming would elbow him without hesitation.

The cycle repeated itself, and the two of them barely slept a wink all night. Wendy also didn't get to sleep under the blanket she had been longing for all night.

In short, Lord Barbatos, the god of wind, was exposed to the wind all night and almost caught a cold...

"Ah chirp~"

Okay, I've caught a cold.

Ji Ming gloated: "You like playing pranks? You like stuffing white stockings into my pockets?"

Wendy looked aggrieved: "Just so you know, those are Mondstadt men's stockings, not white stockings. Just kidding, Armin won't mind, right?"

"Don't worry, I hold grudges and never let them linger overnight. I settle scores on the spot, so we're even."

"Those white stockings?"

"Hey~"

Wendy sighed. He figured he probably wouldn't get the white stockings back, so he gave up. Anyway, it wouldn't hurt to give them to his own child; they just looked a little odd.

"Here, this is another pair of white socks. I'll give them to you as well. I don't really need one for myself. You can keep them if you're interested."

"I don't have a fetish for wearing white stockings."

"They're not white stockings! So you don't have that fetish, then why don't you give me back my white stockings?"

"Collection, Barbatos's exquisite white stockings."

Wendy, who is usually carefree, was actually a little annoyed at this moment. Does this person have some serious problem? He likes to collect other people's personal items.

This kid is used to being free and undisciplined. It's better to find someone to keep him in check as soon as possible. Only his closest relatives can control a family like Ji Ming and get rid of these messy bad habits.

Could it be that Ji Ming also collects other people's personal belongings? Oh well, there's no need to think too much about these things. As long as the child is safe and alive, nothing else matters.

Currently, Ji Ming is only the heir apparent that the old man is considering, so the old man has not focused all his attention on him. It was only then that Wendy took the opportunity to give him a wind-attribute divine eye.

As the theoretical guardian, Wendy follows a laissez-faire approach to education, prioritizing her safety above all else; as for her future direction, that's up to Ji Ming.

Let him have his habit of collecting other people's personal items.

The inner door of the church was slowly pushed open, and Barbara, dressed neatly, peeked out. Upon seeing Ji Ming, she gave him a sweet smile and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Ji Ming!"

"Yes, you too."

Wendy's eyes lit up, and she started her antics again: "Miss Barbara, Armin bullied me last night and wouldn't let me cover myself with a blanket!"

Barbara came over apologetically: "I'm sorry, I went to bed early last night and didn't realize I only had one blanket. I'll prepare one for today."

Wow! What dazzling holy light! Is this really the kind of radiance a follower of Barbatos could possess?!

Instead of reprimanding Ji Ming, she instinctively apologized, asking herself if it was her fault for not preparing a second blanket?!

Wendy covered her eyes, fell to the ground and began to roll helplessly, bumping into Ji Ming and being slapped away by him.

Ji Ming was already used to it. He took out the sunglasses he had prepared beforehand, put them on, and said in a high-spirited tone, "Long live Miss Barbara! No one can be sweeter than Barbara!"

"Huh? Where did you see this? You can't say things like that that flatter me..."

Barbara patted her face to calm the burning sensation on her cheeks and advised, "Mr. Ji Ming, although the West Wind Cathedral has an obligation to pay respects to the homeless, I think you should still find a job."

"Why is Miss Barbara trying to get rid of me? No way! I want to live here in the West Wind Cathedral forever."

"No, Mr. Ji Ming is so young, he will succeed no matter what he does."

Finding a job is impossible; his life will only consist of swindling, cheating, and fighting. The entrepreneurial venture of the Old Nine Gates will only end up in jail; he can never be a beast of burden in society.

Of course, you definitely can't say things that would lower someone's favorability.

Ji Ming nodded: "I will go out and take a look today, Miss Barbara, don't worry."

Barbara was very satisfied: "I believe you. Mr. Ji Ming, remember to come back for lunch. I'll prepare lunch for you."

I doubt it will taste as good as Xiangling's.

As soon as the thought popped into his mind, Ji Ming immediately suppressed it. This thought not only disrespected Barbara, but also Xiangling.

It is extremely impolite to measure friendship like goods; children should never imitate this.

"Let's go, Wendy, time to go find a job."

"I don't want to find a job, I want to live off Amin!"

"There is no such option."

What a joke! There can only be one parasite on the continent of Teyvat: Ji Ming.

After leaving the Cathedral of the West, Wendy put away her exaggerated expression, glanced back at Barbara who looked exactly like a virtuous wife, and said with a playful expression, "Think about it?"

Ji Ming was full of questions: "What are you considering?"

"It's a major life event! Aren't the people of Liyue very particular about continuing the family line? Mondstadt monks can get married and have children, so why not consider pursuing Miss Barbara?"

Barbara's father was the Archbishop of the Church of the West Wind, or more precisely, "His Holiness the Pope." Before marriage, Mr. Page was an adventurer. After marriage, he took his wife's surname. After having two daughters, he divorced his wife due to incompatibility.

The eldest daughter followed her husband's family, while the second daughter was Barbara, who grew up to follow in her father's footsteps and became a pastor and nun in the Church of the West Wind.

If archbishops can marry, ordinary monks have no such restrictions.

Barbara is not only beautiful and has a sweet voice, but she is also a kind and understanding girl. If Ji Ming is willing to pursue her, then Barbara can keep Ji Ming in check in the future, or at least make this prodigal son turn over a new leaf.

Of course, Ji Ming must become a live-in son-in-law and move to Mondstadt to settle down; presumably, the old man would have no objection.

Ji Ming asked helplessly, "Wendy, when did the Wind God start meddling in marriage?"

Wendy smiled. "I understand. You don't like Miss Barbara."

"You can't say that."

"So that means you like him?"

"I'm only eighteen, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Chapter 53 How to repay kindness with kindness?

"Are you really not going to think about it?"

"What's there to consider? I don't want to get married right now. I guess I'll have to wait at least ten years before thinking about it."

Wendy nudged Ji Ming: "I'm not talking about marriage, I'm talking about finding a job."

Wow, that's pretty energetic.

Stroking the skin where he had been elbowed, Ji Ming asked, "Wendy, do you perhaps have some good ideas?"

Wendy nodded, looking like a genius: "Why don't you apply for a job with Lord Diluc as a bartender or something? Mora has a lot of benefits and he can even buy me a drink."

"The key point is the last one, right?"

"Hey~"

Hey, you big dummy! You always try to get away with it, but considering this guy is giving away the Eye of God for free, and the Heart of God for free in the future, Ji Ming will let Wendy get away with it.

Lord Diluc? He's from the old Plain Yellow Banner of Mondstadt, a true old noble family. In Liyue, he would be a standard aristocratic clan, and also the mortal enemy of the Nine Gates.

Mondstadt is not Liyue. Ji Ming has no intention of eliminating the nobles. He is a staunch Liyue native and never interferes in foreign affairs.

If it's just for work, applying to Diluc isn't a bad idea. It can also serve as a cover, since Captain Kaeya suspects he's a spy, right?

Ji Mingdu has already found a job in Mondstadt, showing an intention to settle there, so these suspicions will likely fizzle out.

It's time to parasitize the Legonfind family!

“Armin, I suggest we go straight to Dawn Manor. Most of the time, Charles is the only one at Angel's Gift. Lord Diluc only comes to the tavern occasionally to experience life.”

"Understood, then let's head straight out of the city."

“I think it’s a good idea. Dawn Manor must have a large wine cellar. Lord Diluc is also one of my followers. It’s just a few bottles of wine as an offering. He certainly won’t mind.”

Diluc would never have imagined that the wind god he worships would be such a rambling, unserious fellow.