Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 392 Before the Chapter of Romance (3)

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching combination of a descendant of Lawrence's noble bloodline and a knight representing 'freedom'."

A slow, deliberate clapping, with its deliberately drawn-out rhythm and the underlying flippant sarcasm, was equally unpleasant.

The smile that had just appeared on Yura's face vanished, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her icy blue eyes.

That arrogant tone makes it obvious who it is.

The dress was buttoned all the way up to the neckline, her hair was styled in a meticulously combed manner, and her leather boots were polished to a shine.

The attire, which should have been elegant, appeared rather harsh when paired with the visitor's narrow eyes and unpleasant tone.

"Yura Lawrence, don't you feel it's a disgrace to your family's honor to associate with the descendants of a noble traitor?"

This condescending, lecturing tone made the girl's eyes turn completely cold, and her hand unconsciously reached for the sword.

That's right, she's prepared to break her own principles.

I won't hold a grudge today; if I do, I'll settle it on the spot.

Lawrence's glory? Ridiculous. Even if such a thing existed, it would probably have been completely tainted by these guys who are always stuck in the past.

Seeing that Yura was about to lash out, Mu Feng gently tugged at her sleeve, turned his head, and gave her a half-smile.

"Whether it's disgracing the family's honor is something I'm not sure about, but when it comes to self-positioning, some people's names are quite clear, wouldn't you say, Lord Lauther?"

He deliberately pronounced the last four words unclearly, making them sound even more like that sarcastic word.

Clearly, these words were very hurtful and insulting, and Lawser's pale face visibly changed color.

Especially the look of sudden realization followed by mockery from Yura, which made his face turn from green to purple.

"Heh... To be a nobleman yet only capable of manipulating words and relying on glib tongues, how pathetic..."

Lauther suppressed his anger, his forced smile faltering, and gritted his teeth as he tried to retort.

But clearly, Mu Feng didn't intend to give him that chance.

"If you need me to remind you how badly you lost in the last competition, now is a good time."

The knight's smile remained, but his hand had already touched the hilt of his sword at his waist, the blade ready to be drawn at any moment.

Seeing that the other party was really going to make a move, Lawser, who had just been blinded by anger, suddenly sobered up a bit.

The guy in front of me is nothing like those rigid knights.

He had no doubt that if a fierce battle really broke out here, the other side would be extremely happy, without any psychological pressure, and would unleash their most ruthless attacks without the slightest hesitation.

As for defeating the opponent... in previous encounters, it has been proven to be an almost impossible task.

The most outstanding swordsman of the younger generation, and the youngest knight in history, even Falgar himself praised him...

Haha, really, it's enough to make you jealous to the point of being unrecognizable.

As his fingertips dug into his palm, the pain only fueled the burning jealousy in Lauther's heart, and a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.

And then there's his nominal cousin, who spends all her time mingling with these commoners, never thinking of making any effort to revive the family.

So, what makes her so exceptionally talented?

Why wasn't he the one ultimately recognized in the family trial?

If……

A figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

Hehe, now it seems that only that one method remains.

You forced me to do this.

Lauther suddenly calmed down, reverting to his arrogant demeanor and revealing a forced, insincere smile.

"Heh, alright, Yura Lawrence, I will personally report to the head of the family about siding with the enemy when I get back."

After casually uttering the threat, he turned and left.

Mu Feng's smile turned cold, and he drew his sword halfway out of its sheath, seemingly considering whether to physically erase the other party's memory.

Moreover, the guy's expression when he left this time seemed a bit strange, giving him a vague sense of crisis.

Just like a dog that's about to bite someone won't bark.

Anyway, the Knights' disciplinary notices he received for being late, leaving early, and acting without permission already filled a whole box.

Well, this gives him a reasonable excuse to clear out the complaint letters that have been piling up in his box for half a year.

Although it can neither solve the problem nor the person who raised the problem, it can still serve as a vehicle for solving the problem.

However, this idea ultimately failed.

"I've remembered this grudge of standing up for sinners. I've remembered enough for today. Leave the rest to me."

The blue-haired girl sighed softly. Without a doubt, she would encounter a series of troubles after returning home today.

"Also, let's meet at our usual spot on the day of the Flower Festival."

"If I'm in a good mood, I'll probably put double the bacon in your moon pie. Just you wait and see."

……

That night, in Mondstadt.

The moonlight tonight is not very bright; when it shines through the gaps between the branches onto the ground, only a thin, lingering shadow remains.

Two Knights of Favonius on the night shift were on duty at the gates of Mondstadt as usual, but the calm of the first half of the night seemed to have lowered their guard, and drowsiness began to creep in.

"Ha... Anyway, it's been so long, nothing will happen. I'll rest for a while... just a little while..."

One man yawned, propped up his long spear, and closed his eyes.

Soon, even breathing could be heard.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, the Grand Commander will find out... Ha... You're right... I'm so sleepy..."

His companions seemed to be trying to wake him up, but not only did it have no effect, they also ended up in the same situation.

Taking advantage of the moment when both guards were asleep, a dark figure calmly passed through the city gate and left the city.

Ha, this is the Knights of Favonius. Aside from blindly obeying those giant babies, they have no basic vigilance left.

It's fortunate that he only added sleeping pills to his dinner.

The shadowy figure chuckled coldly, crossed the arched bridge in front of Mondstadt, circled Cider Lake, and entered Whispering Woods.

The Whispering Forest is much darker at night than during the day, and the gnarled branches in the darkness resemble lurking ferocious beasts.

The dark figure moved forward, its footsteps crunching on the soft fallen leaves, the sound particularly clear in the silent night.

“I told you, you would come back, Master Lawrence.”

A calm voice rang out from the darkness, its tone unhurried, as if it had already anticipated the visit.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the stuff, or there's no point in talking."

The shadowy figure's voice was icy, yet it contained a faint hint of urgency.

Laughter came from the darkness. The other party did not seem to be angry at the offense of the shadowy figure. Then, a light appeared.

The dark red glass ball lay quietly on the silk cloth in the center of the brocade box, its reflection in the black mist revealing the bloodshot eyes of the newcomer.

"As you wish, but I must remind you—"

"No matter what kind of power it is, it has all secretly set a price."

"Good luck."

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