In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

This is not hard to recognize.

Melusin's vision is completely different from that of humans.

When humans look at someone, they look at their eyebrows, eyes, facial features, and clothing; but when Melissa looks at someone, she looks at something deeper, such as their emotions, their aura, and the colors of their life force. These things that are invisible to the naked eye are clearly visible to her.

In their eyes, Wang Yan was completely different from ordinary people.

An ordinary person's aura is monochromatic and calm, like a tranquil river.

Wang Yan was different. He possessed too many things: seven-colored light, an unfathomable gravity, and structures they couldn't understand at all, all intertwined and overlapping, making him stand out in the crowd like a lamp lit in the dark.

It's unique, so it's easy to remember.

In addition, Melusin said that there is a string on the head of the pygmy ...

They really can see certain things.

“I remember you. You’re different from everyone else,” Melusin said earnestly. Then, realizing her words might have been a bit abrupt, she quickly waved her hand. “Oh, I mean, you’re very easy to recognize!”

"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Yan readily agreed.

"I wasn't just praising you..." Melusin's face flushed slightly as she quickly steered the conversation back on track. "So, what brings you here today?"

“It’s like this.” Wang Yan lifted the gift box in his arms slightly, his tone gentle. “We’ve met the Supreme Judge, Mr. Neville, and had a very pleasant chat with him. I happen to have some free time today, so I brought some local specialties from Sumeru and would like to pay him a visit.”

Melusin blinked, looking a little embarrassed.

"Are we visiting Lord Vilette? But... we can't disturb him without an appointment." She held the registration board in her hands and explained softly, "Lord Vilette's schedule is very full every day, we can't just let people in."

“I understand, rules are rules.” Wang Yan nodded, showing no intention of making things difficult for her. Instead, he squatted down to make his eyes level with hers. “By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet.”

"My name is Effie." Meluxin subconsciously straightened her small body.

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“Effie, what a nice name.” Wang Yan smiled gently. “My name is Wang Yan. I’m a director and a scholar.”

He pointed in the direction of Mo Mang Palace: "Could I do you a favor? You don't have to let me in directly. Just go in and announce that Wang Yan has come to visit with some snacks from Sumeru. Whether or not you see him is entirely up to Mr. Vilette, okay?"

Effie pursed her lips, clearly hesitant.

According to the rules, no one can be notified without an appointment. This morning alone, she has already turned away seven or eight people who were trying to sneak in with various excuses.

But the person in front of me...

“And…” Wang Yan looked at her, his tone carrying a hint of praise, “Think about it, with so many people and so many things happening in the square, it’s all thanks to you guys keeping things running smoothly. With someone as capable as Aifei, running an errand for me or asking a question wouldn’t be a difficult task, right?”

Effie's face flushed red.

Even though she's hundreds of years old, she still gets shy when she hears compliments.

"You flatter me..."

“I’m telling the truth.” Wang Yan said without changing his expression. “Mr. Villette must trust you a lot, such a lovely and responsible girl. He will definitely be willing to listen to what you say.”

Effie was so flattered that she stood there hesitating for two seconds before finally stamping her foot.

"Then, please wait here for a moment, and don't wander off! I'll go ask for you!"

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Wang Yan looked at her with a smile.

Aifei skipped and hopped into the Mo Mang Palace.

Wang Yan held the gift box and stood obediently in place waiting.

He wasn't worried about the outcome at all.

Navellett will definitely see him, or rather, Wang Yan can't think of any reason why Navellett won't see him.

Sure enough, it only took a few minutes.

The small figure appeared on the steps.

Aifei jogged down the mountain, even faster than when she went up. When she reached Wang Yan, she was slightly out of breath, but her face showed a proud expression as if she had accomplished something great.

"Mr. Wang Yan!"

"Ok?"

“Lord Vilette has agreed to see you!” Effie looked up, her eyes sparkling. “The lord has asked me to take you inside; he’s waiting for you in his office.”

"Thank you for your hard work," Wang Yan said with a smile, straightening up while holding the gift box.

"It's no trouble at all!" Effie waved her hand. "Come with me, I'll take you the shortest route, over here, over here."

Wang Yan followed her up the steps.

Effie led him around the crowd at the main entrance, choosing instead to walk along the side corridor.

Along the way, they encountered several groups of staff members rushing by with documents in their arms. As they passed by Aifei, they would casually ruffle her hair. Aifei didn't seem to mind. Her short legs moved swiftly as she led the way, and she didn't forget to turn back and remind Wang Yan to keep up.

Turn right at the end of the corridor, and you'll find a row of quiet rooms.

"We're here." Effie stopped in front of the innermost door, turned around, and subconsciously lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside. "Lord Villette works inside. You can go in by yourself."

Aren't you coming in with me?

"I won't go. There are so many people in the square outside. I have to go back and help." After saying that, Effie nodded solemnly to Wang Yan. "Lord Vilette is a very nice person. You don't need to be nervous."

Wang Yan was amused by her: "I'm not nervous."

"That's good!" Effie waved to him, turned and ran back the way she came, then stopped after a couple of steps, turning back to add, "I hope you and the master have a pleasant chat!"

After saying that, her small figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Hehehe, Melousin is so cute, I want to take her home...

Wang Yan watched her run away, shook his head with a smile, then turned back to face the door, raised his hand, and knocked three times properly.

"Go in."

Navelette's voice came from inside the door.

Wang Yan pushed open the door and went inside.

The Supreme Judge's office was much simpler than he had imagined.

The area wasn't small, but it certainly wasn't large either; it was far smaller than the office he had seen on Tianquan Star in Liyue.

That person's office is suspended above the Qunyu Pavilion. Opening the window reveals a sea of ​​clouds. Adorned with gold and jade, and with pearls and jade curtains, it is so grand that it doesn't look like an office, but rather like a celestial treasure trove.

This place is a completely different story.

There were no gold ornaments, no decorative items, and even the carpet was just a very ordinary style.

A desk, a chair, a sofa and a small table for guests, and the rest of the space is almost entirely filled with bookshelves and files.

The bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling, with rows of legal codes, case law, and case files. Law revisions from various periods of Maple Leaf were arranged by year, with neat labels affixed to their spines.

On the desk were stacks of half-finished case files, next to which lay a dip pen and an open notebook, the handwriting so neat it looked printed.

It's clear that the owner of the house spends most of his time here, and he does so willingly.

The phrase "dedicated and hardworking" perfectly describes Navelite.

Behind the desk, Navellet had just finished reviewing a document and was putting his dip pen back on the pen holder.

He looked up.

Her gaze lingered on Wang Yan's face for a moment before slowly shifting to the ribbon-bound gift box in his arms.

“Mr. Wang Yan,” Navilet said, his tone devoid of emotion, “I recall that we don’t seem to have reached the point where we need to exchange gifts.”

"There's an old saying in Liyue: 'No fight, no friendship.' We fought each other, so we should be considered old acquaintances."

Wang Yan didn't stand on ceremony at all. He walked to Vilette's desk, put down the gift box he was holding, and opened it, revealing a dry, traditionally made coconut charcoal cake: "Since we're old acquaintances, what's wrong with giving a gift?"

As he spoke, Wang Yan said with an air of great care, "This gift is a special delicacy from Sumeru that I had to ask my mentor to make. She said you are my friend, and that's why she was willing to help me make it. It's not something that ordinary people can get to eat!"

"Tell me, if I take this box of pastries back now, exactly as it is, what am I supposed to say when she asks about it?"

Wang Yan stared at him, her face full of seriousness.

"I said they didn't want it, they didn't even open the box? She's over a hundred years old, baked the bread all night, and this is the result?"

Navellet: "..."

He can distinguish between goodwill and moral blackmail.

Moreover, this pastry... well, this dry bread, he only glanced at it and it already looked a bit dehydrated.

“Mr. Wang Yan.” He raised a hand to rub his temples, a gesture rarely seen on him. “It’s not that I dislike your chef’s cooking. It’s just that I usually eat light meals, and these kinds of snacks…”

"Wait a minute." Wang Yan raised her hand to interrupt him, "You've eaten it?"

"no."

"Then how do you know you don't like the food?"

Navelette fell silent again.

Does he still need to eat? This stuff has already dried out a bit since it was brought in.

Wang Yan moved forward slightly, his tone becoming increasingly sincere.

“You’re a judge, your job is to reason. Whether someone is guilty or not, you have to finish the trial before you make a judgment, right? How can you throw someone out before the trial even starts?”

"This pastry is now standing in the dock. You haven't even tasted it, and you've already sentenced it to death for 'not liking it'."

"It's innocent!"

Whether it was the absurdity of his fallacy or the effect of his cry of "I'm innocent!", Vilette stared at him without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, he reached out his hand.

"...Just one piece."

'Holy crap, this is some serious moral blackmail! And he's supposed to be a righteous gentleman.'

Wang Yan immediately handed over the cake, being extremely attentive: "Hey, you try it, you try it."

Navelette took it, examined it closely, and took a small bite.

He chewed it twice.

Then it stopped.

Well, the cakes actually tasted pretty good; in fact, they were quite fragrant.

But the texture was like someone stuffing a lump of dried sand into his mouth, instantly sucking all the moisture from his tongue, palate, and throat.

It's uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

He, the mighty Water Dragon King, choked on a piece of bread in his own office.

The sky outside the window was just fine, but a small patch of dark cloud drifted in from somewhere, hung over the dome of the Mo Mang Palace for a few seconds, and then dissipated listlessly.

Wang Yan lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, but his voice was full of concern: "What's wrong? Are you choking? There's water right here..."

As she spoke, she went to get him his water cup.

“No need.” Navelette raised her hand to stop him, then picked up her water glass and took a sip.

He was afraid that if Wang Yan got the water cup, the water would accidentally spill.

After swallowing the piece of biscuit, he put down his cup and looked at Wang Yan.

I watched for quite a while.

"How does it taste?" Wang Yan asked eagerly.

“…It’s very special,” Navellet said.

Not a single lie was told; it was truly remarkable.

"Right!" Wang Yan pushed the whole box of cakes in front of him. "I told you you'd like them. I'll save the rest for you, have one if you get hungry at the office."

Navelette looked down at the box of biscuits and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked up again at Wang Yan's coffin, which was covered with the words "truly ruthless."

He suddenly spoke up: "Scholar Wang Yan, I have a question."