My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

This is abnormal, extremely abnormal.

Is this guy really the young master?

If that's the case, it's probably a lie. The young master was saying this to Zhidong. Does Zhidong have any knights? I don't think I've ever heard of any.

Chapter 632: Why is it another one looking for Amberstrong?

"what do you want to say in the end?"

As Diluc questioned him, Diluc responded with an innocent expression: "Actually, there's only one thing I want to say, and that is that there's strength in numbers."

"Hero of the Night, your power, as reported, is enough to make the Fools take notice. This power should be used where it is most needed."

Upon hearing this, Diluc felt he had seen through the young master. The young master was probably saying this to lure him, the hero of the night, into the winter.

"For example, it can be used to fight against the doctor."

Diluc was somewhat surprised by the young master's next words, which turned out to be different from his own guess.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you."

Without agreeing or refusing, Diluc left behind these words and disappeared back into the night, while the young master seemed intent on chasing after him.

The most urgent task now is to find the lady and borrow her help to search for Amberstrong.

......

"D'Artagnan, I didn't expect you to come back to Mondstadt at this time."

At the Goethe Hotel, the young man and woman before him seemed slightly surprised, while the young man shrugged helplessly.

"Looks like I came at the wrong time; I was warned as soon as I arrived."

Upon hearing this, the woman thought for a moment and asked, "Did you encounter the evil spirits of the Tower of Babel, Dr. Executor?"

Upon hearing the lady's words, the young man was slightly taken aback. When did the doctor get the nickname "the evil spirit of Babel"?

Although puzzled, the young master did not ask now. Looking at the lady, he nodded and said, "I met the Scarecrow under the Doctor's command outside Mondstadt. His target is to assassinate you."

Upon hearing this, the woman remained silent for a moment, forcing herself to calm down: "I didn't expect the doctor to be so ruthless. It seems he won't let go of the person who knows that secret."

Although the young master knew that knowing too much wasn't always a good thing, he couldn't help but ask, "A secret?"

“That’s right, Doctor won’t let anyone who knows he wants to usurp the throne and become the new Lord of Winter go unpunished.”

The woman said with certainty, "Since the young master also thinks the doctor has a problem, then what Bain said in the Wind Dragon Ruins is probably true."

Although I really don't want to admit it, the young master's strategy and judgment are indeed superior to mine. If it weren't for the doctor's interference, the deal with the wind god would probably have been completed.

"I never imagined his ambitions would grow to this extent, daring to assassinate the executive officer directly. Could it be that he's already preparing to usurp the throne?"

D'Artagnan frowned, while the lady wore a thoughtful expression. As expected of D'Artagnan, she had lost half a move this time.

Judging from this statement, the young master may have known about the doctor's ambitions all along, but he underestimated the doctor's strength.

"Oh, right, besides the doctor, there's another thing I came here for."

The young master ultimately decided to tell the lady his goal directly. Given the lady's extraordinary control over the Fools of Mondstadt, he figured the information he gathered through his own channels would likely be presented to her first.

"Ok?"

The lady looked at the young man and said, "Please speak freely." The young man, without further ado, directly stated his goal:

"I've received some information through a channel that Amberstrand, the inheritor of forbidden knowledge, is currently residing in Mondstadt. Do you have any news about him?"

Upon hearing this, the woman felt it was a coincidence, as she had just met a scholar earlier that day who was also searching for that person.

“Amberstrong... You can seek out the renowned Honorary Knight of the Knights of Favonius for this matter.”

The woman thought for a moment and then responded that she had no idea where Amberstrom was, and she didn't know if there was any progress on the matter of the honorary knight.

However, it seems that Amberstrom is indeed no small figure. Unexpectedly, after the scholar from the foreign land, the young master who is also an executive officer is also trying to find Amberstrom.

As the lady thought this, the young master nodded. She probably meant that the honorary knight knew about Amberstrong.

The young master and lady's late-night meeting did not last long. After calculating the time, the young master felt it would be impolite to disturb them now, so he chose to stay at the Goethe Hotel first.

As dawn broke the next day, Ying left the inn in Mondstadt, intending to first investigate Umberstrong and then visit Diluc, the Anemo Archon.

However, just a few steps out of the inn, a figure dressed in black robes suddenly called out to her: "Miss Ying, the young master requests your presence."

son?

Upon hearing this, Ying's first thought was of the man who had joined forces with Lady Abedo to fight against Morax during the Immortal Summoning Ceremony.

"So, what does the young master of the Fools' Clan's executive officer want with me?"

While talking about Ying, she prepared for battle. Could it be that the Fatui were planning to attack me, this poor, weak, and helpless traveler?

"Young master, I have a question for you."

The member of the Fools spoke in a calm tone, explaining that his mission was to convey the young master's words.

"It feels...so dangerous."

Paimon's voice rang out at this moment, and Ying replied without hesitation, "In this situation, do you think I would make such a reckless choice as to go directly there..."

I will be waiting for you, sir, at the entrance of the West Wind Cathedral in an hour.

Hmm, that should make it safe.

No matter how crazy the Fools are, they wouldn't make a move in a place like a church entrance.

As Ying thought this, the Fools who received the reply transformed into crimson shadows and swiftly headed for the Goethe Hotel.

Upon receiving the reply, the young master was quite calm and prepared to depart. Shortly after he arrived, Ying also arrived at the church entrance.

What do you want to know?

Looking at Gongzi Ying, who asked in a relaxed tone, he noted that the West Wind Cathedral was right next to him, and the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius was not far away.

If you dare to make a move here, there is only one outcome awaiting you.

The young master, seeing that Ying showed no intention of making a move, said: "I want to know about Amberstrand, the inheritor of forbidden knowledge. Rest assured, the reward from the Fools will definitely satisfy you."

"We, the Fools, have no shortage of Mora. If you help me find that person, you can make any request you want. We, the Eleven Executors of the Fools, have connections everywhere; fulfilling your wish will be a piece of cake."

The young master spoke quite boldly at this moment, but what he said was not wrong.

Ying was a little confused when she heard this. Wait, why is there another person looking for Amberstrong?

Judging from this, Amber Strong must be a very powerful person in some circle?

Chapter 633: This form will do the trick.

"What do you want to do, Ying? Are you alright?"

Just then, Amber's voice suddenly rang out. It was clear that news of the Knight of Honor being "blocked" at the church entrance by the young master had reached her ears.

"The nun who just left?"

The young master showed a thoughtful expression, especially since he had figured out the key to the matter.

At this moment, the woman behind Amber walked over unhurriedly: "It seems there might be some misunderstanding between you, but young master, have you found the person you are looking for?"

The young master's voice sounded somewhat helpless in response to the lady's question: "No, it seems the Knights of Honor haven't found the location of the forbidden successor either."

The young master knew perfectly well why the lady had found this place; the people he had sent were all hers, and his whereabouts had probably been under her control from beginning to end.

"Young master, it's not too late to turn back now."

The scarecrow's hoarse voice rang out outside the West Wind Cathedral, and the young master immediately became alert upon hearing it.

Seeing the young master's attitude, the lady subconsciously condensed an ice spear. For the young master to treat him like this, could this suddenly appearing guy be the doctor's subordinate called Scarecrow?

"Something similar to a ruin guardian?"

Looking at the scarecrow that clearly didn't resemble a human, the woman spoke with a hint of doubt, but she quickly revealed an expression of understanding.

"I never imagined that the doctor had secretly developed this technology. Is this his attempt to defy Her Majesty the Empress?"

The woman's face turned somewhat grim. If the scarecrow in front of her possessed the strength of an ordinary user of the Evil Eye, things would be in serious trouble.

One scarecrow doesn't mean anything, but an army of scarecrows...

"That's right, this is exactly the target of the Doctor's latest research: consciousness transfer technology."

As the female scarecrow spoke, he opened his arms and continued to describe the terror of the technology: "Even if you defeat me, you've only defeated a vehicle."

My physical body is currently still on the border of Mondstadt. As for the materials used to create this body, which surpasses the strength of most Fatui members, ha, it probably wouldn't even cost a thousand Mora.

As the scarecrow spoke, the young master gathered a water blade in front of him, gripped the handle, and charged towards the scarecrow, ready for a thrilling battle.

"Sometimes we have to resort to intrigue to achieve Her Majesty's goals, but compared to those schemes, I, Tartaglia, actually... prefer fighting!"

Doctor's puppet, let me see your strength and see if I can have some fun this time. After I defeat you, the next one will be the Doctor!

As an executive officer, I should be able to play a game to my heart's content.

As the young master spoke, he rushed toward the scarecrow. The moment the water blade made contact with the scarecrow, the powerful cutting force directly split the scarecrow's body in two.

"That's...?"

The young master was slightly taken aback by the scene before him. Where did that guy get the courage to say that his strength surpassed that of most of the Fools?

"Hahaha, you have no other options. Your attacks are useless against me."

As long as I am not annihilated by all the constant straws, I am immortal.

The scarecrow, which had been cut in half, reformed in front of the young master, who, without saying a word, launched another sneak attack.

"So, to deal with you, all I need to do is chop you up until there's not a trace left!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless water blades appeared out of thin air beside the scarecrow and began to rapidly cut his body, while the young master condensed water elements into a bow.

"Bye now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, elemental energy gathered and an arrow was fired. But what happened next left the young master somewhat embarrassed: "Ah, this..."

The arrow, formed from concentrated elemental energy, ultimately missed its mark. The young master shook his head helplessly: "It seems my archery skills are still not very good."

"No, D'Artagnan, your water blade cutting technique is far too slow; it simply cannot keep up with my recovery speed."

The scarecrow shook his head and said this, while the lady, of course, wouldn't just stand there watching.