Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

Carrying the briefcase, Link slowly walked among the passing crowd. Recently, Link always had an inexplicable feeling, as if he was being targeted by something, but whenever he used counter-reconnaissance methods to conduct reverse reconnaissance, But always get nothing.

Is it because I am too sensitive, or is the observer really extraordinary?

Link frowned slightly, thinking as he walked, and before he knew it, he came to the door of the embassy and pushed open the door.

"Good morning Lord Link!"

"Good morning, Lord Link!"

"Well, morning everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Link returned the favor with a smile as was customary, and then walked towards his office.

After Monica became the executive officer, Link took the initiative to step aside and transfer his position as head of the embassy to Monica.

Link knew his situation, and rather than occupying his position, it would be better to give it to someone more suitable.

And because the previous curator's office was also given to Monica, Link's current office is the same studio that was sorted out before.

The office environment here is definitely not as good as the curator's office. Fortunately, Link basically doesn't work now, and no one will arrange work for him. He occasionally paints a few paintings during working hours, mostly for studying magic.

Standing at this height, Link has more or less experienced the state of Dawson Morgan.

Sometimes, many things are not cold-blooded, but it is really difficult for you to reach empathy with a life that can be strangled at will.

When your combat power is enough to overthrow a tribe, a city, or even a country, will you still care about the so-called worldliness?

Unruliness is the freedom of the strong, and it is also the loneliness of the strong.

dong dong dong-

"Enter."

"Lord Link." Monica's head poked in from the door, "The new recruitment interview has begun. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"If you don't go, just take full responsibility."

"Okay." Monica nodded and didn't say much. Seeing that Link was not interested, she was about to close the door...

"Wait a minute, Monica." Link suddenly stopped Monica.

"Lord Link?" Monica turned around in confusion, but there was no look of expectation or surprise on her face.

"Monica, you are an executive now. Don't focus all your energy on work. You should also pay attention to your magic practice."

Link took out a green magic book from the drawer and handed it to Monica.

"What is this?" Monica curiously took the magic book from Link's hand.

"This is some of my experience in wind element magic when using the Evil Eye. It records the slashing magic of the wind element, and also includes various elemental operations under this magic faction, including wind gang and wind tunnel. , Wind Blade, etc. Take it and take a good look at it, then return it to me after you have finished reading it."

Link moved his wrist and said, "You have now succeeded the lady as the eighth seat. If Pantalone wants to take a step forward, he will initiate a usurpation duel against you. In addition, as for the position of the seventh seat Sandonne, you first Don’t think about it.”

"The executioners of the Fools are all experienced in many battles, and each has his own special skills. Although I have not fought against Sandone, but according to Arecino, Sandone's puppets are different from ordinary puppets. , is a very special existence that is difficult to deal with."

"I understand, I will study hard." Monica nodded seriously.

"But don't worry too much."

Link smiled and said, "Pantarone is not warlike like Dadalia, and with him stuck in the ninth seat, the next few will not be able to challenge you directly. In addition, what is the difference between you? You can also ask me."

"Thank you, Lord Link, for your concern." Monica bowed respectfully, then looked at the watch on her wrist, "Lord Link, my interview over there is about to begin. If you need anything, please contact me directly. That’s fine, I’ll go over first.”

"Well, let's go."

Link looked thoughtfully in the direction Monica left, picked up the cup, and poured himself a glass of water.

I don’t know why, but I feel like after Monica became an executive, she wasn’t as attached to herself as before, and things at work basically just clicked. She no longer prepares snacks such as afternoon tea for him. She usually buys something delicious and brings some to Link.

Too busy at work? Or is there any other reason?

Link gave a wry smile and shook his head.

Maybe people are just mean. They feel upset when they are clinging to you, and feel a little uncomfortable when they are no longer clinging to you. Link laughed at himself for claiming to be rational, but he didn't expect that he would eventually fall into the trap of cliché.

The man took a deep breath and put his thoughts back. Women's thoughts are fickle and difficult to guess. He is a little interested but not much. After all, she is not his wife. Link's desire to control is not that strong.

Link returned his gaze to the painting in front of him.

Different from the previous exquisite paintings, the painting in front of Link has a rough composition and messy lines. It can only be vaguely judged from the large blue and green blocks. This seems to be a tree covered with countless The big tree is penetrated by water spears, and there are some red patches on the green patches.

What does this... mean?

Link fell into deep thought. Although this painting was made by him, Link actually did not paint anything intentionally when painting.

He condensed the rich water element into a brush, dipped it in paint, and followed the hazy and complicated lines in his mind to complete the painting.

"…………"

Link felt like he had touched a magical door, but unfortunately, the door seemed to only open to him a thin crack.

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In the staff restaurant of the embassy, ​​Monica and Alisetta sat facing each other in the corner near the window.

Monica took some green vegetables and fruits, and a few slices of bread for carbs. Elizata, on the other hand, had no scruples and would put something delicious on her plate whenever she saw it.

I have been busy since I got up from bed in the morning, and I have been busy until now. Finally, it is time to eat. What should I do if I don't treat myself?

Jingle, jingle, jingle--

The noise in the restaurant is very noisy, the sound of plates clattering, the sounds of diners talking, the sound of chewing food...

Although the gramophone in the restaurant was playing an elegant piano piece, there was still no way to cover up the din of all kinds of noise.

But as long as you look down at the tiny pedestrians downstairs through a window, you will have a comfortable feeling of being isolated from the world, and your mood will calm down unconsciously.

"Sister Nika, why are you in a daze again?"

While Alizata was eating the grilled sausage that had just been baked, she looked curiously at Monica, who was staring out the window in a daze.

Since returning from the executive selection, Monica seems to have spent more and more time in a daze. Speaking of which, it seems that Master Link has been in a daze for a while?

"Nothing, just thinking about work." Monica came back to her senses, smiled, picked up a piece of sunflower fruit with a fork and put it into her mouth.