Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"Heh, I didn't expect that the acting guild master of Mondstadt, at a time when the city-state has just been attacked by a dragon and is in dire need of reconstruction, would have such leisure time to meet with a... nobleman here?"

The malice and nitpicking in that voice were so obvious that Yi Chen's good mood instantly soured.

He frowned, thinking to himself, "Who's so blind as to think they're living too comfortably?" He turned around unhappily, wanting to see which brave soul dared to speak to him and Qin like that.

However, when he saw the group of people standing not far behind him, his displeasure instantly turned into astonishment.

There stood Rosalyn, the executor of the Fools, with several Fools' advance squad soldiers.

She maintained her haughty and disdainful demeanor, but when she saw Yi Chen's face as he turned around, she was clearly taken aback, seemingly somewhat embarrassed.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became somewhat eerie.

"...Ms. Rosalyn?"

Yi Chen blinked and broke the silence first.

What brings you to Mondstadt?

"Cough...cough cough..."

The woman coughed lightly, slightly embarrassed, and brushed a strand of blonde hair across her forehead with her fingertips as if to cover it up.

She never expected that this "little fan" she had met a few times in Liyue and who had inexplicably asked her for an autograph would appear in Mondstadt at this time!

She was dressed so well that her instinctive reaction made her want to cause trouble for the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, but she ended up kicking a brick wall... Was this a tough nut to crack?

It doesn't really count, it's just a little embarrassing.

She quickly adjusted her expression, reverting to her cold and aloof executive persona, though her tone softened slightly.

"...Yichen, right? Long time no see."

"It really has been a long time!"

Yi Chen quickly accepted the coincidence, and a smile returned to his face, as if he hadn't noticed the barb in the previous sentence at all, and even extended an invitation very naturally.

"Ms. Rosalind, we were just about to look for a place to eat, why don't you come along? The food in Mondstadt is quite good!"

Miss:"……"

Looking at Yichen's expression, so free of any gloom and genuinely extending the invitation, she was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Refusing would make me seem petty, but accepting would be... just too weird!

The Fools' Executor and the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius had dinner together?

The thought of this scene is absurd.

After a moment of silence, the woman finally shook her head.

"No need. I've already used it. Goodbye."

She turned to leave, but then seemed to think it was too abrupt. She paused, turned her head, and added a sentence in her characteristic, almost condescending tone.

"If... you have anything else to say, you can come to the Goethe Hotel to find me."

She deliberately emphasized the word "other," clearly implying something insignificant like a signature.

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen immediately nodded happily, his reply crisp and clear.

"Okay! No problem! I'll come get your autograph tomorrow!"

Miss:"……"

Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but she said nothing in the end. She simply quickened her pace and, with her equally bewildered group of fool soldiers, quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

That figure, no matter how you look at it, carries a sense of haste and... a hasty escape.

Seeing the lady and her group of fools disappear around the street corner in a near-flight, Qin slowly withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Yi Chen, who looked completely innocent, with an extremely complicated expression.

"You... how do you know the executor of the Fools? And... it seems like you have some connection with him?"

She simply couldn't understand how her seemingly carefree assistant, who was always either causing trouble or on her way to cause trouble, had gotten involved with that "lady" from the Kingdom of Winter, who was known for her coldness and arrogance.

And judging from the other party's reaction, it seems they are somewhat... helpless against Yi Chen?

Yi Chen was stroking his chin, pondering whether to eat barbecue or fried fish, when he heard Qin's question. He simply waved his hand dismissively and gave a perfunctory reply.

"Oh, you mean Ms. Rosalind? I met her by chance in Liyue. It's nothing special."

He clearly didn't want to dwell on that topic, and his attention quickly returned to the crucial issue of dinner.

"Captain, so what should we eat? The Deer Hunter should be open today, right? Or maybe we should go to…"

Seeing that he didn't seem to care about getting to know the Fools' Enforcer at all, Qin swallowed back the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

She understood Yichen; if he didn't want to talk about something, no amount of questioning would yield any answers.

However, judging from the interaction just now, at least Yi Chen and that lady don't seem to have a hostile relationship, and even seem to have a somewhat... strangely harmonious one.

This actually put her at ease a little.

Furthermore, while the Fatui's actions in Mondstadt are unpleasant, they have only occupied the Goethe Hotel and have not committed any substantial acts of sabotage or crossed any diplomatic red lines.

As the acting leader, she needs to be vigilant, but she doesn't need to overreact.

Thinking of this, Qin sighed softly, temporarily suppressing her doubts, and continued Yi Chen's topic.

"The Deer Hunter should be open by now. But it might be crowded at this time... Let's go, hopefully there will still be seats available."

She started walking, deciding to focus her attention on the complicated dinner in front of her.

As for the Fools and that mysterious "lady"... perhaps when Yichen goes to "ask for an autograph" tomorrow, he can find out something along the way.

The image of Yi Chen chasing after the aloof executive officer with a small notebook flashed through Qin's mind, and she couldn't help but rub her temples again.

Chapter 17 I am Barbatos!

The next morning, the familiar noise rang out again, just like a punctual alarm clock, right on time outside the window.

Frustrated, Yichen buried his head in the pillow, trying to resist the noise, which was even more ear-piercing than the howling of the Bichuchus, but ultimately failed.

He resignedly got up, pulled back the curtains, and sure enough, downstairs there was the same group of enthusiastic fans surrounding Barbara, who was on her way to church.

Barbara, surrounded in the center, still wore a forced and tired smile, but her eyes unconsciously looked towards Yichen's window upstairs, her large, watery eyes filled with helplessness.

Their eyes met, and Yichen instantly snapped out of his daze.

He gave Barbara a reassuring look that said, "Leave it to me."

The next moment, a few invisible winds quietly swept across the grass and bushes, precisely picking up a few sleeping beetles and flying ants, and "whoosh whoosh whoosh" accurately airdropped them into the back collars of the loudest fans.

"Wow! What is that?!"

"Ugh! It itches! There are bugs!"

"Please help me take a look!"

The scene instantly descended into a minor chaos once again.

Barbara seized the opportunity, quickly said to everyone, "Sorry, I have something to do at the church," lifted her skirt, and rushed into the church, disappearing from sight.

As the main character left, the crowd gradually dispersed. Yi Chen's gaze, however, remained fixed on the back of one of the men.

The guy who shouted the loudest, surrounded the most closely, and had the most fervent eyes was Albert.

This can't go on every day; it's severely impacting sleep quality and is especially troubling for Barbara.

But would you really expect the gentle and kind Barbara to personally reprimand her fans?

She definitely can't do it.

Yi Chen stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes.

Then let the "heroes" catch the "heroes," and the "good men" manage the "good men"!

He strolled down the stairs to the entrance of Mondstadt Cathedral, but did not go in.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a wisp of wind, like an invisible messenger, carried his whisper, cleverly slipping through the crack in the door and precisely reaching Barbara's ear as she calmed her breathing behind it.

Soon, a small door on the side of the church was quietly opened a crack, and Barbara peeked out. When she saw that it really was Yichen, she blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Yichen? Is it really you? I thought I was just hallucinating from exhaustion..."

"It's alright, Barbara, I'm here to help you solve this problem completely."

Yi Chen gave a reassuring smile.

Upon hearing this, Barbara's face immediately showed guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yichen, did I disturb your rest?"

"It's nothing, it's a minor issue."

Yi Chen waved his hand, moved closer, and lowered his voice.

"Barbara, listen to me, we should do this..."

Meanwhile, Albert was walking home, his mind still replaying Miss Barbara's angelic smile.

"Ah... Miss Barbara smiled at me... That was wonderful... I must go even earlier to wait for her tomorrow..."

He was completely absorbed in his own world, a fascinated smile on his face.

Just then, a sudden whirlwind enveloped him without warning!

"W-What happened?!"

Albert panicked and tried to struggle, but found that the wind was gentle yet impossible to break free from.

Immediately afterwards, a voice, ethereal yet majestic, seemingly from a distant time and space, resounded directly in his mind:

"A lost child..."

Albert froze abruptly.

"I am Barbatos."

"Lord Barbatos?!"

Albert stared in shock, his body trembling slightly with excitement and awe.

Lord Wind God! A divine decree has been issued!

The authoritative voice continued to ring out, as if it could see right through his heart.

“I know of your piety. However, entanglement and clamor are not true love, but rather become trouble and burden.”

Albert's heart jumped.

"From this day forward, you shall oversee the conduct of the other believers. No more noise or blockades outside the church, and no more trouble or hardship for the pastor. This is the decree of the wind god, and the true way of protection."

Upon hearing this, Albert's face showed a hint of disappointment, but even more so, awe for the divine oracle.

However, the voice suddenly changed its tone, taking on a persuasive and guiding quality.

"If you can do this well, maintain order, and guide people to express their affection in the right way... as a reward, I will have Barbara occasionally give you her autographs or unused merchandise to distribute or keep. Would you be willing?"

An autograph?! Miss Barbara's autograph?! And they even keep her merchandise?!

An overwhelming sense of happiness overwhelmed Albert! This was practically the ultimate form of his dreams! Not only could he indirectly interact with Miss Barbara, but he could also become a "manager" among the fans!

"Yes! I'm willing! I promise you, Lord Barbatos! I will do my best! I promise I will never let anyone disturb Miss Barbara again!"

Albert was so excited that he became incoherent, repeatedly making promises to the air as if he wanted to swear allegiance immediately.

The authoritative voice left behind its last word, and the gentle breeze that enveloped him quietly dissipated.

Albert, now free, stood there, his face flushed with excitement, clenching his fists tightly as if he had received the most glorious mission in the world. He turned and ran towards the homes of several other familiar fans. He was going to deliver the "oracle of the wind god"! He was going to establish "fan code of conduct"!

Just after Albert's figure disappeared, Yi Chen and Barbara slowly emerged from the shadows of a nearby alley.

Barbara watched Albert's energetic, even somewhat sacred, back as she nervously twisted her small hands together, her face filled with worry and uncertainty.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yichen... is this really going to work? Impersonating Lord Fengshen... isn't that a bit inappropriate...?"

"Don't worry, Barbara."

Yi Chen stood with his hands on his hips, a smug smile on his face, as if he had mastered the plan.

“Special management methods are needed to deal with special fans. Look at his enthusiasm, he'll definitely be more responsible for maintaining order for you than the Knights of Favonius.”

He paused, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, and clenched his fist.

"If that doesn't work... then I'll just have to elbow them..."