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

[Qixi Festival Special - Nanke's if line failed to escape from the Evil Eye Factory and was captured.

Note: 1. Nanke took over Sandone’s identity for some reason;

2. In this article, Brother Beng has left his wife and is in a state of having a penis]

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Sandone.

"..."

Sandone.

"..."

A sigh.

Sandone.

The palm, which was composed of ball joints and metal bones, made a slightly harsh mechanical friction sound, covering Sandonie's eyes.

The changing light and shadow of the wind and snow under the balcony were suddenly replaced by shadows.

Sandone came back to her senses and turned her head to look up at the tall blond doll next to her.

Sandogne, there you are again, in a daze.

The blond doll's electrical signal entered her mind.

"Galatea." Sandone frowned slightly and pushed away its hand, "Go away."

Galatea had no facial features and could not make any expression. Her face was like a lime-grey white mask that followed Sandone's turning movements.

The voice that reached Sandonie's ears became aggrieved.

Sorry, sister.

Sandonie stood still, holding his waistcoat around his shoulders.

Silvery snow light fell into the room through the frozen glass windows.

On the short-pile carpet, she stood in the elongated shadow of the figure behind her, like a dead branch on a dry river bed that was pale and dark in the moonlight.

"It's not your fault, Galatea," Sandone turned back and looked at the silent puppet, with a slight smile on her lips, "I was just thinking... about something. It's almost time, get ready to go out. , Galatea, in order to obtain 'skirmishers'."

Yes, sister.

Galatea lowered her head.

In winter, the territory is severely cold all year round, with wind and snow blowing almost all year round. Today is especially bitter.

Sandonie stepped out of the carriage. A layer of cold snow had accumulated on the ground that had just been cleared a few hours ago. His boots sank into it. It was so soft that it made it difficult to walk on the ground.

What's more, she has to wear a fur coat that symbolizes an executive.

Although it is warm, it is also very heavy.

Next time you go out, it’s better to dig out the mobile robots that are idle in the warehouse.

Sandone exhaled a puff of white mist, waited for Galatea to jump off the top of the carriage, put on Galatea's cold metal fingers, and slowly walked towards the vast circular duel field ahead.

"It's the seventh seat! The seventh seat is here too!"

The people gathered in the duel arena quickly noticed Sandone and Galatea, pumping their fists and shouting excitedly.

Sandone can’t quite remember what the official name of today’s game is. Let’s call it the Solstice Challenge.

Hosted by the Hermitage, it takes place every four years. Participants are not limited to nationality or identity. There are also regulations that at least one executive must participate in each competition.

If the contestant can defeat the executive and win the first place, the contestant will be able to soar into the sky and take the executive's seat.

In the eyes of outsiders, it may be an event held by the Winter Palace to show off its military power.

But in Sandonne's eyes -

Sandonie walked along the edge of the duel field and glanced at the hundreds of people gathered around him.

The eighth seat [Ms.] suffered a disaster in Inazuma a few years ago and has been buried in the Queen's cemetery long ago, so it is impossible to be there.

The ninth seat [Rich Man] didn’t like fighting and didn’t show up.

The tenth seat [Captain] is still on a mission and is in the abyss.

Very good, then, the only one who can be called a competitor is——

[Master] Dadalia, who just came back from Liyue yesterday, has already put on the Demon King's armor, and stands proudly in the center of the duel arena, doing warm-up exercises in front of everyone.

It was as if he was arrogantly declaring, "Go and beat him up."

"Galatea," Sandone stopped from a distance and looked at Dadalia, "You won't lose to him, right?"

Of course, my dear, Sandonne.

Galatea replied.

Sandonne smiled silently.

For them as executives.

This competition is also a rare opportunity to shine in front of the Queen and advance to the seat.

The currently vacant executive officer seats are the sixth seat [Skid Soldier] and the eighth seat [Lady].

Among the fools, the top six executive officers not only have greater power and more money, but also have the qualification to become immortals.

Nothing is more confusing than endless time.

For hundreds of years, the Queen has never awarded the sixth seat of the medal to anyone, simply because no one is worthy of that position.

This time, it's up to her to prove it to the Queen.

Sandonne's wisdom is worthy of immortality.

The first game was a melee.

Where the hem of Galatea's skirt swirled, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Sandone gathered up the gorgeous black skirt and sat on the chair it built with the body parts of the defeated, watching silently.

It would be perfect if you have a cup of afternoon tea.

Sandonne thought as he looked at the battlefield.

About half an hour later, the cold wind subsided a little, and a rich, sweet smell filled the duel field, which was both nauseating and exciting.

Dadalia was laughing and fighting at the same time, which is the best evidence.

Sandone didn't quite understand the idea of ​​​​a fighting maniac.

It was too cold and she felt uncomfortable staying out in the open.

She began to miss the machine shop with its warm fireplace.

Sandone raised her hands under her coat and covered her face with the thick black fur collar of the coat, thinking of her most beloved doll in the workshop.

Long gray hair, blue eyes, wearing a dress.

That is Sandone's most proud work.

It has a constant body temperature and soft skin, which is different from the cold Galatea.

Like - real people.

But Sandonne didn't have the heart to let her take action.

Because what Sandone was ordered to build was a war machine.

It would be a waste of resources to let a child like that fight.

if.

After becoming an Immortal Seed, it would be great if we could figure out a way to truly "come alive" for that child.

She can be considered to have a real family.

Thoughts were aimless, and while Sandonne was absent-minded, the first game was declared over.

When Galatea came back, there was a large amount of dazzling blood-red mucus hanging on the long hanging claw blade.

Sandone looked away and stood up: "Go home, Galatea."

I thought that a guy like Dardalia who was so keen on fighting would definitely participate in the whole game without him.

When Sandone went to play in the group matches the next day, he was nowhere to be seen.

A few days later, when Sandone was sitting in the workshop tightening screws and receiving the promotion letter for the finals inexplicably, he finally figured out the reason.

Young Master lost in the group stage.

And her opponent also voluntarily abstained because he was afraid of running into the person who defeated Young Master in the final.

It wasn't because he was afraid of dying at her hands as an executive.