Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

And now, after completing the so-called essence of nobility - conversation and manners, Sora has learned it, but whether he has mastered it or failed will depend on the feedback after meeting Schubert.

But before going to meet Schubert, Eura suggested going to the Deer Hunter first to prepare a meeting gift for her uncle and have lunch on the way. After all, it was already time to eat.

Come to Deer Hunter.

Amber was chatting with Sarah about something.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Amber turned her head. After seeing a familiar person, she greeted her warmly, her eyes smiling like two crescent moons: "Yora, there are Honorary Knights and Wutong! Hello!"

"We meet again, Amber, we are really destined." Paimon waved his hand, then picked up the menu on the table with ease, and scanned it up and down, thinking about what to eat today.

Amber looked at the people in front of her expectantly: "Hey, I just came back from outside the city, and I was thinking of coming to the Deer Hunter for a meal. Since you are here, let's come together!"

The three of them didn't mind it at all, and Youla nodded in the same way: "Okay, it's been a while since we've eaten together. Come on, come on, sit down. We'll talk about the meeting ceremony while eating."

After ordering almost six meals, Yora asked Sarah to make another fried pork with pickles and pack it.

Paimeng tore into the sweet flower-stuffed chicken in his hand and tilted his head. The name of the dish was something he had never heard of before.

Eura cut off a piece of fried fish and explained that it was a hidden dish of the Deer Hunter. Only old diners like her uncle knew about this dish. It was very in line with the taste of the old nobles.

Because pickles taste sour, many people don't like them, so gradually no one wants to order this dish.

Chatting and chatting.

They were obviously talking about Youla, but this simple good person never took it seriously. He just used to express goodwill by holding grudges. I don't know why he suddenly turned to Wutong himself, and then brought up the incident a long time ago.

That embarrassing incident where she beat up an old aristocrat from the Lawrence family who was very rigid and dogmatic just by his age, and then was led by Qin to the door of his house to apologize.

Go back in time.

The first meeting was actually one-sided. Wutong was not too old at the time, so it was just an accident. One afternoon after she was practicing martial arts with a slime, she met Yura dancing by the lake.

Sparkling water, sparkling dancers. Raise your hands, stand on tiptoes, turn sideways, turn in circles... no matter which one it is, it's worth her stop.

She always liked beautiful things, so she naturally watched them in silence for a while, and then quickly returned home. Inspiration came to her like a fountain. Even though she stayed up until midnight the day before because the pub was full of customers, she got up early this morning to finish the painting album she had ordered.

Wutong clearly knew that his body was exhausted and he might die suddenly on the spot if he didn't rest for a second, but his brain was extremely excited. She seems to be in the universe, the flowing lines are like the Milky Way generated from her pen, and everything she sees during the day is like stars falling on it.

So she didn't dare to stop, so she spent almost another whole night, and when she couldn't hold on anymore, and she really closed her eyes and fell into coma, she drew all the rough line drawings of the work.

To be considered a real acquaintance, it was in Mondstadt.

At that time, it was extremely difficult for Yura to buy anything because of everyone's hostility.

Wutong, who had just returned from outside the city, was holding a pile of painting materials given by Lisa. At that time, she was already carrying heavy loads on her way to the door of her house. Halfway there, she was surrounded by people who were inexplicably forming a circle. He couldn't even take a step forward if he was in the way, and he was in a dilemma even if he wanted to find another way around.

With a frown on his face, Wutong hugged the crumbling bottles and jars in his hands, panting, and looked around to see what terrible thing was happening in front of him.

The businessman, who was usually quite gentle, slapped a sign saying "out of business" on the counter, and yelled fiercely at Yula, "Not for sale."

Okay, so that’s what happened.

Wutong, who knew the Lawrence family and the personal story about Youla, changed direction and planned to continue working on her way home. She didn't want to get involved. First of all, she can't represent this group of angry Mondstadt people. After all, she has no grievances with Yora and Lawrence. Secondly, she is not the Virgin. Everyone has their own choices, and every country has its own choices. History, why waste time trying to persuade this group of people to put down their hatred.

The important thing is that she has to go home. The paint she just received can't be dropped and stained all over the floor. She doesn't want to wash the floor on the road.

"Please give way... give way, hey, don't squeeze! I borrowed it, I borrowed it, thank you, thank you... Ah! Wait a minute! Don't-!"

Despite all the precautions, the saddest thing happened.

The most precious white pigment, which can be adjusted to thousands of shades, the most indispensable white pigment, seemed to be slowed down. Wutong clearly felt the smooth body of the bottle slipping past her fingertips that were hurriedly trying to save her. Then it fell from the front without any explanation, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang. After it shattered, it exploded into a snow-white ground.

Just like her silent heart at this moment, it was white and cold.

The only new ones that arrived were two bottles of white paint. The one at home had already bottomed out, and she even had several drawings that had not been painted. Moreover, this was given to her by Lisa, saying that it had added new ingredients, not only did it not have a pungent smell, but it also had good color retention and fixing power.

The movement on Wutong's side was like a thunder on the ground. In addition, she exuded an aura of patience that was about to explode, causing the people around her to become silent unconsciously. Then, like wildfire spreading, soon, Wutong and Yula were surrounded by A passage was opened.

Let's meet here as a new version of Magpie Bridge. Only give way to this road leading to Youla.

Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and then opening them again, Wutong only hated that Teyvat didn't have a phone. Sometimes he was really helpless in Mondstadt and wanted to call the police.

Bypassing the pool of precious white paint that had been lost, Wutong looked at Yura, who was wearing simple civilian clothes. Wutong's tone was calm and he asked flatly: "What do you need?"

"..." She didn't know if this person was here to humiliate her in another way, or if he had another purpose. Yula didn't answer for a while. But for a moment, the etiquette she had learned from childhood told her in her heart that she couldn't do this, so after being mentally prepared, she said firmly: "One bag of flour, two cans of sugar, and five bottles of milk."

"A thousand morahs."

The decisive offer made Youla's eyes widen unconsciously. She always felt that it was a scam. The more ordinary the other person was, the more she felt something was wrong, and she even started to think about what to say next so as not to put herself in an even more embarrassing situation.

"You don't have a thousand? Then eight hundred, but I need you to help me move my things back." Looking at the other party's shocked expression, Wutong put his leg against the bottom box and changed the angle of force.

It's not easy to be a noble these days. You can't even afford a thousand moras.