Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Wood leak tea room.

The low table that should have been decorated with exquisite tea sets was occupied by hemostatic medicine and gauze. Nanke rested his palms on the corner of the table, letting Thomas, who was sitting on the other side, treat the wound.

As for Kamisato Ayato, after calling Toma, he waved and ran away. When he left, he had a Mona Lisa smile on his face, as if he was going to do something big.

"Master of the house, how can you let a lady stand in front of you?" Thomas frowned, cut off a piece of gauze, and wrapped it around Nanke carefully while thinking to himself, "Miss Nanke, I will give it to you later." Find some medicine and remember to change it frequently every day to prevent scarring..."

"Thank you." Nanke raised his hand slightly to make it easier for him to bandage, "Mr. Toma, are there many guests in Mulao Teahouse these days?"

Thomas tied a standard bow on the back of Nanke's hand and raised his head in surprise: "Why do you ask?"

Nanke's eyes pointed at the several types of wound medicine that were temporarily found on the table, as well as a large roll of gauze that had long been used.

"Uh," Thomas raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, his eyes wandering, "This..."

"Mr. Ayato said a few days ago that he was going to contact the rebels on Kaiji Island," Nanke asked, "Have they already arrived?"

"So you know," Thomas breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "We did arrive, but there was an accident on the way. Only one team successfully entered the city. I don't know if you have heard of the person who led the team, but... "

"Ahem." The door was pushed open, and Kamisato Ayato walked in with narrowed eyes, "Toma."

"Master!" Toma jumped up in a second and stood at attention with a military posture.

"How is Miss Nanke's wound?" Kamisato Ayato's eyes wandered around the table, picked up an empty teacup, sat opposite Nanke and poured tea by himself.

"The blade was smeared with poison. Fortunately, the wound was shallow and not serious, and the bleeding stopped." Toma replied calmly.

"Well," Kamisato Ayato took a sip of tea, raised the cup and pointed outside, "Your guest is tripped by Taro Maru, Toma, go and help."

Thomas immediately responded, turned around and went out without complaint.

"Mr. Ayato," Nanke put his left hand on his injured right hand and stared at Kamisato Ayato and asked, "Did you just go talk to the rebels?"

"Miss Nanke cares about the rebels?" Kamisato Ayato put down the cup and swept the wound medicine and gauze in front of him to the corner of the table to pile them up.

"Um……"

Can't say I don't care.

After all, there should be some among the current Kaiji Island resistance forces...

"It doesn't matter," Kamisato Ayato looked at her hesitant expression and chuckled, "Miss Nanke is my savior. It's just a little bit of irrelevant curiosity. It doesn't matter if I just tell you."

There was some movement outside. Nanke glanced through the door, held his breath, and then asked, "Among the people who came with the rebels, are there tens of thousands..."

"Help! Stop smelling my ass!"

There was a terrible scream outside the door.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"You two, leave Taromaru to me!" Toma shouted quickly, "Take advantage of this opportunity! Hurry up!"

As soon as the words fell, a shadow slid in with the momentum of breaking through the door like lightning.

Nanke's unfinished words disappeared from his mouth, and he looked at the unfamiliar boy who was out of breath with his hands on the ground, dark brown dog ears and big tail hanging down.

"Ha, ha... I'm saved..."

The corner of Kamisato Ayato's mouth raised sharply and then lowered. He kept his elegant expression at the critical moment and said: "Thank you for your hard work, General Goro. I apologize on behalf of Taromaru for your overly enthusiastic attitude."

"No, it's okay..." Wulang regained his composure, panting and changed from kneeling to sitting, "I'm used to the occasional things..."

Wulang said, when he saw Nanke, the blue dog's eyes widened and he was stunned.

Nanke witnessed with his own eyes that Goro's furry ears and tail exploded into antennae and stood up, and his cheeks quickly turned red within a few seconds, like a braised apple heated by high fire.

The air became quiet for a moment.

Nanke looked at Ayato Kamisato.

Why don't you say something to ease his embarrassment?

Kamisato Ayato picked up the tea cup to cover his mouth, suppressing laughter until his hands shook.

"I made you two laugh," another person stepped in from outside, closed the door, and said politely, "This is the first time we meet, I am a corporal of General Goro..."

Wearing a maple red kimono, her silver hair was tied low behind her head, and her calm and gentle eyes were like two pure carnelian stones.

"...Maplehara Manyo."

Too many years have passed, passed down from generation to generation, and Wanyo's facial features are no longer able to capture the shadow of his ancestors.

However, he raised his eyes lightly.

It has nothing to do with appearance, but the indescribable charm and temperament engraved in the bones.

But it instantly pulled Nanke back to a hundred years ago.

Nanke couldn't control himself and stood up suddenly: "Lord Niyu!"

Wan Ye followed the sound and looked at Nan Ke with surprise on his face.

Huh? How did she...

Nanke came back to his senses, lowered his head and gripped the corner of the table, his heart pounding out of rhythm.

"Well, everyone," Wulang raised his head slightly, twitched the tip of his nose and sniffed, "It seems to smell like blood?"

"Miss Nanke." Kamisato Ayato tapped her finger on the table as a reminder.

After realizing it, Nan Ke felt the pain and lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand.

The wound that had just been bandaged was stained with blood due to excessive force.

"This is a friend of mine who was injured nearby and stopped by for treatment." Kamisato Ayato briefly introduced Goro and Manyo, glanced at the red bandage on Nanke's hand, and shouted outside, " Thomas——"

"Wow wow wow wow!"

Taromaru responded even faster than Toma with a series of excited barks.

"Wait, don't open the door yet!" Wulang's face turned green, he took a deep breath, and looked at Nanke with pleading eyes, "Please let me bandage you!"

Nanke subconsciously looked at Wanyo for help.

Wan Ye was startled for a moment, then nodded obediently: "Well, I'll do it."

"I'm sorry." Nanke lowered his head, ashamed.

"With a little effort," Wanye knelt down in front of Nanke, held up her wrist, and untied the gauze, "Excuse me, have we met before?"

Nanke bit his lip: "Probably... not."

"Niwa, I remember that he belongs to another lineage of the Isshin sect with the Kaedehara family," Kamisato Ayato sat across from him and interjected while watching, "Is he the ancestor of Lord Manyo?"

"Yes," Wan Ye responded, "but that was hundreds of years ago. Now the Niwa family and the Maplehara family have declined, and I am just a ronin named Maplehara."

"It is clear that as long as you are determined, it is easy to revive the family business. Your Excellency Wanyu has a really indifferent temperament."

"Kamizato-sama is ridiculous, Wan Yoshi is not here."

"Alas." Kamisato Ayato sighed with regret, "It's a pity that the Five Thunderbolts..."

Wulang squatted beside him and tilted his head to observe Nanke's wound: "Looking at the wound, it is slender and neat, and the angle does not look like it was injured by someone else. It looks like it was accidentally scratched by myself?"

"Ah, here's the thing," Kamisato Ayato clapped her hands gently and Dai Nanke explained, "Today Miss Nanke and I went into the city and were enjoying the cherry blossoms and chatting. Suddenly, we picked up a flower on the roadside. I took a fruit knife and within two steps, I picked up a fresh and plump violet melon. This wound was caused accidentally by Miss Nanke when she was peeling the violet melon."

Manyo's movements paused slightly, and he looked like he had something to say. He was interrupted by the curious Goro: "Oh - what about Jingua?"

"It was snatched away by a passing rabbit."

"So that's it!" Wulang suddenly realized.

"That's it." Kamisato Ayato nodded with a smile.

Nanke sighed secretly.

This guy.

There is no need to draft any lies.

However, she was not qualified to say that he was the one.

Instead, she had to thank him for helping her change the subject.