He changed Tiwat

"It's your fault for not being honest and always pretending to hold a grudge..."

"I'm not faking it! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hold a grudge against you!" Yura glared.

"...Go ahead and remember... I'm not afraid..."

Fortunately, he wasn't too drunk, otherwise his next words would have been, "Anyway, you can't beat me."

Yura sighed.

"Actually, some people advised me to be humble and cautious in my words and actions, saying that this might gain me forgiveness... But they think that way only because they've never been a true 'sinner'... A 'sinner' isn't easily forgiven, so it's better to be more carefree, go and seek revenge, and have a fair and square confrontation. If you win, I'll accept whatever punishment you give me, but if I lose, you'll have to meet my demands..."

"Did you actually go to anyone's door to seek revenge? Did you hit those drunkards who caused trouble at the city gate the night before last on the head with your greatsword?" Han Fulai asked.

Yura stammered, "This... I... I haven't had time yet..."

"So who's afraid of you... Everyone knows you're all talk and no action, and they'll still bully you. That's what you call good people getting a gun pointed at them." Han Fulai shook his head. "My Ahe is much smarter than you. She knows that if anyone tries to bully her, she'll grab their head and slam it on the ground three times."

"You!" Yura slammed her hand on the table again, but because she was too drunk to do anything, she barely made a sound.

Han Fu continued, seemingly oblivious to the fact that being a good person isn't without its advantages... Actually, you already have many good friends. For example, Amber, Qin, and Yanfei... Although you don't have many friends, they are all genuinely good to you. Hmm, I guess I can be considered one of your friends too?

"Hmm...um." Perhaps because she was drunk, Yura, unusually, did not refute.

"Actually, where a person is born is not something they can decide. A truly reasonable person will not care which family you belong to, but only what you have done. ... My fellow villager from Guhua once said something good: 'A hero is one who cannot distinguish between gratitude and grudges, a true man is one who can distinguish right from wrong, do good deeds and don't worry about the future.'"

“Hmm, isn’t that your ancestor…” Yura suddenly laughed, “I know, you’re drunk, you’ve lost.”

Then she started touching the Eye of God on her shoulder, "...But that sentence was so true, I need to write it down. Notes, notes..."

Yura pulled out a knight's manual and started taking notes.

Han Fu looked at Yura and laughed. "As long as you stick to your path, you will always see hope. Yes, you will see it soon."

Yura looked up from her notebook: "Really?"

“It’s true,” Han Fulai said with absolute certainty. “It was said by your Wind God. He said: ‘The wind will change direction. One day, it will blow in a brighter direction.’”

"Oh, truly worthy of being called a god."

Yura started taking notes again, and the quill brushed against her nose, making her sneeze loudly.

"Ah!"

Han Fulai paused for a moment, then pointed at Youla and burst into laughter.

Yura blushed and finally found someone to take the blame: "It must be the Gunnhildr daughter gossiping behind my back again. ...Hmph, I'll remember this grudge."

Chapter 250 Experienced hunters often appear as prey. [4k]

In the office on the second floor of the Knights' headquarters, Gunnhild's daughter, who was working overtime, also sneezed.

The cavalry captain, who had returned to report to Qin on the progress of a newly appointed honorary knight and a certain "Wave Knight," looked up from the pile of documents and cautiously asked, "Qin, if you're not feeling well, you should get some rest. Or should we call it a day and call it a day?"

Well, the important thing is that overtime ends here.

Since stepping into this office this afternoon, Kaiya hasn't been able to leave... He's already starting to regret saying those extra words to the Knights—even if that Deputy Minister Han really is a blockhead and insists on refusing Yura's invitation, this really won't work... He can just have his salary docked at worst.

Even having my wages docked is better than being conscripted by Qin!

Because they captured members of the Fools' secret intelligence organization, the Knights had been working tirelessly for the past two days, and the initial interrogation concluded tonight. Apart from the guards protecting the interrogation hall, the knights who had worked overtime were given leave and have now returned home for their rest.

Currently, besides Jean, only Kaeya is still working late into the night.

Qin glanced at the clock in the office and then picked up a schedule from the table.

This is a schedule detailed down to the minute.

From getting up early for a morning run and buying breakfast for Lisa on the way, to washing clothes by hand at night and tidying up the clean clothes, every little thing is listed.

The paper was filled with dense entries, the schedule incredibly tight, it was practically a relentless work machine. Even Han Fulai, who had managed Keqing and Ningguang's schedules, would probably be amazed if he saw it.

This chart was inspired by a training chart that Jean's mother, "Alder Knight" Frederica, drew for her ten years ago.

But times have changed, and the training schedule has now become a work schedule.

Every day, Qin would make a schedule for the next day before going to bed and try her best to follow it strictly.

It's only a quarter of an hour until midnight, but there's still so much to be done.

On that schedule, every completed task was marked with a checkmark, and the reasons for delays due to external factors were noted.

Qin shook her head: "I understand it's a holiday season and you want to take a break, but if you hadn't come to talk to me about something unrelated to work this afternoon, the work should have been finished by now."

Her subtext was, of course, that Kaiya should be held responsible for delaying her work by making her gossip.

Kaiya sighed. This is what they call reaping what you sow…

"Precisely because it's a celebration, the security and maintenance of public facilities are even more important. How long will it take for the 'Mondstadt Public Facilities Review Report' to be completed?" Jean asked expressionlessly.

"..." Kaiya looked at the pile of reports in front of her, "...it will take at least two more hours..."

Behind the entry for "Mondstadt Public Facilities Review Report" on the paper, Qin wrote a note: "Expected to be completed before 3 a.m.

She then added a smaller line after that: "Failure to complete the work strictly according to the schedule, the reward time for reading the novel before bed tonight is canceled."

This is Qin's reward and punishment rule for herself. If she does an excellent job, she will reward herself with a monthly allowance to buy girls' novels or a happy bedtime reading time. On the contrary, if she fails to complete her work on time, she will be punished.

If she could finish her work ahead of schedule, she had planned to reward herself by reading the new issue of "Dog Half," which Lisa had given her yesterday.

Just then, Qin heard what sounded like something coming from downstairs.

"Kaiya, go check it out. It sounds like someone is knocking on the door?"

Kaiya shrugged and stood up.

Even the guards at the Knights' headquarters had gone off duty at this hour, but he still had to work as a guard. How miserable was that?

Not long after, Kaiya returned to his office.

Qin caught a glimpse of the strange smile on Kaia's face.

"What happened?" Qin asked, puzzled.

Kaiya smiled and shook her head: "No, a drunk tourist from out of town mistook this for a hotel. I've already sent him away."

It was only when Han Fulai saw the bill that he truly understood the advice Mona had given him.

Tonight was the most enjoyable drinking session Han Fulai had had since his transmigration. The wine tasted excellent, truly living up to its name as "the gift of angels." He also had a pleasant chat with Yura, and everything he was doing in Mondstadt was going smoothly, putting him in a very good mood.

It was a beautiful night no matter how you looked at it.

But the bill sobered him up completely.

— "Three million eight hundred thousand Mora?"

If it weren't for Diluc's sake, he would have definitely denounced "Gift of the Angels" as a rip-off.

They drank a lot of alcohol, but it's alcohol, not gold. How can it be so expensive? They spent 3.8 million Mora in one night. Do you Mondstadt people drink like this every night? Are you all billionaires?

Han Fu glanced at Yura.

The person who was supposed to pay for the meal is completely drunk and is now sleeping soundly on the table, looking blissfully asleep, probably having some wonderful dreams.

Yura has excellent drinking manners; even when drunk, she simply sleeps peacefully, neither causing trouble nor talking nonsense, and even her breathing is very soft—truly befitting of her privileged upbringing. The only problem is that she sleeps so soundly that she can't be woken up...

So the person who was treated had to pay the bill.

Well, Han Fulai was somewhat prepared for this result, so he wasn't too surprised.

But the amount spent was really unexpected, and he didn't have that much cash on him.

Although asking about the price might seem stingy, he lowered his voice and asked the waiter who handed him the bill, "Could you tell me what this 3.8 million Mora covers?"

The well-trained waiter maintained an impeccable smile as he explained the bill item by item: "Reservation fee, service charge, the two bottles of this spring's new dandelion wine that Miss Lawrence ordered, the tomato terrine omelet and iced raspberry mint liqueur you ordered, and all of this on the table... It adds up to a total of eight hundred thousand Mora."

Han Fulai did the mental calculation, thought it made sense, nodded, and then asked, "What about the extra three million Mora?"

The waiter smiled and said, "It's the dandelion wine you ordered. You said you wanted us to make the best dandelion wine for you."

"The best dandelion wine?" Han Fulai frowned as he looked at the empty wine glasses on the table.

The waiter nodded and pointed towards the bar: "Our best dandelion wine is an 82-year-old vintage from the Dawn Winery. There aren't many bottles left in all of Mondstadt. We currently only have less than ten bottles in stock. Each bottle costs three million moira. The price is listed at the bar."

"...Did I really order this?" Han Fulai frowned even more. How come he didn't remember ordering any 82 dandelion wine?

The waiter bent down and snapped his fingers lightly beside him.

"It's true."

"Uh……"

This action reminded Han Fulai of something.

A few hours earlier, he was certain that his plan to make Yura "moved but refused" had succeeded, and he smugly snapped his fingers at the waiter, ordering them to bring two glasses of the best dandelion wine.

He genuinely thought the move was cool at the time.

Well, the waiter also thought that Sir Humphrey was very cool when he asked them to open the wine without even blinking, and he would have been even cooler if he had been more decisive when paying the bill.

Han Fulai finally signed his name on the promissory note of the Ningguang Chamber of Commerce with trembling hands.

He's already spent over five million Mora on this trip to Mondstadt. How's he going to explain this when he gets back?

After putting away the receipt, the waiter smiled and asked him if he needed them to hire someone to take the drunk Miss Lawrence home, which Han Fulai quickly declined.

He had already started to think like Mona, and for the next few days he lived on "satisfying salads". He was no longer willing to let the bar rip him off for his services.

Moreover... Yura dared to get drunk in front of him, which also shows that Yura trusted him.

How could he, as a close friend, shift the responsibility of sending Yura back to someone else?

So he waited for another half hour until Yura was slightly awake before letting her put her hand on his shoulder and half-carrying her out of the tavern.

Fortunately, there are drunkards like this everywhere in Mondstadt these days, so the two of them weren't particularly noticeable, otherwise there would probably be new gossip circulating.

Han Fulai remembered that Yura lived in the Knights' dormitory, so he took Yura back to the Knights' dormitory.

However, no matter how much he knocked on the door, no one from the Knights answered.

Do you Mondstadt civil servants really take holidays so easily? At least leave a few people on duty overnight!

Han Fulai felt as if he had returned to his university days, returning to his dormitory in the middle of the night to find the dormitory supervisor locking the door...

Yura had already fallen asleep on his shoulder again.

Looking at the Knights' tightly closed gates, Han Fulai felt nothing but regret. He truly regretted it.

But he couldn't just leave Yura at the Knights' gate, could he?

Helpless, Han Fulai had no choice but to carry Yura back to his hotel, the Goethe Hotel.

Yura barely woke up the whole way, letting him hold her, occasionally rubbing against him in his arms, her breath filled with the scent of dandelion wine.

Han Fulai entered the hotel and wanted to ask the front desk staff to book another room, but the hotel staff said that the hotel was already fully booked during the "Badminton Festival" and they could not book another room at this time.

If he and Yura were really a couple, sharing a room wouldn't be unacceptable, but that's not the case.

Looking at the sleeping Yura, Han Fulai knew that he would not have a bed to sleep in tonight.

To avoid suspicion, Han Fulai didn't even dare to stay in the same room as Yura.

After helping Yura into bed with the hotel staff, he covered her with a blanket, then took a blanket and went out.

He planned to spend the night on the hotel lobby sofa, and with so many hotel staff there to testify that nothing had happened between him and Yura tonight.

This wasn't just for his own sake, but also for Yura's reputation. Although Mondstadt was a free city-state, unmarried men and women sharing a bed was still considered excessive. Even if it were a real fiancée, people would gossip if they did this before marriage, let alone since they were just friends.

Hearing Han Fulai close the door, Yura opened her eyes.

The hotel bed was much larger and softer than the one in the Knights' dormitory. Lying on it felt like sinking into a pile of cotton, so comfortable that you couldn't help but want to drift off to sleep.

But Yura isn't actually that sleepy right now.

Although she was indeed drunk at "Angel's Gift," she was more than half sober by the time she stepped out of the tavern.

While not on par with the "Four Heavenly Kings of Drinking," Yura's alcohol tolerance is still considerable, and even when drunk, she doesn't get too intoxicated. Moreover, thanks to the "Mark of Solid Ice," she can remain sober simply by using this power hidden within her bloodline.

But she did not use any force to dispel the effects of the alcohol.

She should have refused Han Fulai's help and walked back to her dormitory on her own. But for some reason, a thought inexplicably popped into her mind at that moment—what would he do if I really got drunk?

An excellent scout knight is also a seasoned hunter. Under the tutelage of that old scout knight, Yura learned a great deal of disguise techniques specific to hunters, such as controlling her breathing.

For most of the journey, Yura pretended to be asleep.

When he picked her up at the entrance of the Knights, Yura felt her heart almost jump out of her throat.

Fortunately, he didn't notice the sound of his heartbeat.