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

The corners of Nanke's mouth curved slightly: "That's great."

The mercenary had already snatched the purse from her hand with his other hand. Hearing this, he paused warily: "What?"

"If you were as old-fashioned as Mr. Adley," Nanke explained calmly, "I would feel guilty instead."

In the blink of an eye, a violent purple flash was accompanied by the piercing sound of the air being crackled, thunder and lightning intertwined, locking the mercenary's limbs.

The money bag made a heavy falling sound, and the round currency made of precious metal rolled along the cracks in the floor and rolled to the ground.

"save……!"

The mercenary's voice was hoarse in his throat, leaving only a vibrato with an overly tight throat.

Because the sharp tip of the knife touched his upper lip.

"Don't make a sound, don't move." The woman in front of him snatched the dagger from his numb fingers at some point, slyly imitating his previous tone, and turned around.

The mercenary's lips pressed against the blade couldn't help but tremble, he swallowed and held his breath.

Nanke observed his reaction for a few seconds, lowered the dagger, turned and sat down on the soft chair by the window: "People who have experienced a death fight are different. They can still remain calm at such a juncture."

"You, you are the holder of the Eye of God..." The mercenary was shocked and angry. He did not dare to speak loudly because he was concerned about the thunder element that was less than a centimeter above the surface of his skin and could go berserk at any time.

Nanke was not interested in answering: "I want to know about Adele, everything is detailed."

Loyalty to your employer is not as good as loyalty to material desires.

Loyalty to material desires is far less important than one's own life.

The mercenary in front of him is obviously this kind of person.

"Adre... there are two people in his family, a gambling father and a twelve-year-old daughter. Before joining the Thirty-member Group, his family was in a pretty good situation..."

Without Nanke's prompting, the mercenary told all of Adele's weaknesses very intelligently.

Nanke listened quietly, nodding occasionally: "No wonder he seems out of place."

Adre, who became a mercenary on the way, did not commit robbery like most mercenaries. He chose to do this career mostly with the mentality of getting out after making money.

"What happened to his arm?" Nanke asked.

"I heard that one of the escorts encountered the Gilded Brigade and was cut off."

"Then his strength is pretty good?"

"It was good before I broke my hand."

Nanke hummed in a long voice, rubbed the thin surface of the dagger with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

It seemed that just like threatening the mercenary, coercing Adele to side with her by force would not work.

On the one hand, he has to pay off debts and support his family. On the other hand, he suffered a broken arm. Apart from the profession of mercenary, it is difficult to find other livelihoods. Adre has a down-to-earth personality. If he is not on the line between life and death, I am afraid he will not agree to let him. He lost his job.

It was impossible for Nanke to really kill him.

But if you don't think of a way to deal with him, it's always inconvenient to do things while being monitored...

The skinny black mercenary's expression gradually became more relaxed after he realized that Nan Ke was just trying to steal information and had no intention of harming anyone.

"What else do you want to know, Miss? I know everything I know!" the thin black mercenary smiled flatteringly. Because he was tightly restrained by the thunder element, he did not dare to move and was covered in cold sweat.

Nanke looked at the food box placed on the carpet next to the door and thought for a moment: "Please buy me two more cups of coffee. One with sugar and milk, the other with ice. I want the bitterest one."

The restraints of the thunder element were untied and dissipated, and the thin black mercenary lost his legs and knelt on the floor, gasping for air for the rest of his life: "Yes, yes..."

"Don't be afraid. I have already dismantled all the devices in the room. As long as you obey me, you won't lose your job or your life." Nanke bent down and returned the dagger to him, half-smiling. "Thank you for your hard work tomorrow and bringing me food."

The thin black mercenary nodded repeatedly, rolled and crawled around to collect Mandimoura, and returned it to her with both hands.

Nanke counted five hundred and threw it into his hand.

The thin black mercenary's eyes shone: "I'll come back as soon as I go, villain!"

He ran away like the wind.

Nanke got up and went to the window. After about half a minute, the mercenary quickly walked out of the hotel door below with a smile on his face and entered the coffee shop across the street.

Not long after, another blond man carrying a suitcase came from the direction of the Order and skillfully pushed open the ajar door of the coffee shop.

"Oh?" Nan Ke held his chin, full of surprise and interest.

Coffee refreshes you, milk and sugar help you sleep.

When people are extremely sleepy, the latter is obviously more effective.

The window was open, and the night wind blew in, as light as the breath behind the ears.

Nanke's back was pressed against the warm body, and a hand was wrapped around her waist, skillfully crumpling her nightgown.

Nanke knew who it was without opening his eyes.

"Are you awake?" A voice came out from between the lips and teeth biting her ear, carrying the bitter aroma of coffee.

Nanke made a snorting noise. He just woke up from his sleep and didn't want to open his eyes: "Guobeng, you came back later than last night."

"You are not allowed to come back from the Teaching Order. I will sneak out at night to see you," the skirmisher said, with a small kiss on the back of his neck, "You don't have to wait for me in the future."

He's too good at squeezing.

Nanke thought drowsily and couldn't help but hide outside.

Now that the people have been completely awakened by him, the skirmishers are no longer polite.

Pushing away the thin quilt that was in the way, he hooked her shoulder straps and pulled the fabric of her nightgown down to her waist.

The moon is bright and the breeze is bright outside the window.

After struggling in bed for a long time, Nanke was pressed against the window again.

It was a moment of complete silence. Looking out from the third floor, there was only a dark blue sky, covering countless roofs with black shadows in the night.

Why do you prefer this kind of drama?

There was still a short distance from the window, and even if a patrol of thirty people walked through the street below with lights, they would not be able to find any clues.

Nanke still couldn't control his nervousness.

The wind blew past the temples, and the hand holding the hard edge of the window sill couldn't help but exert force, and the shape of the butterfly bone behind it became clearer, as if it was flapping its wings and about to fly.

The skirmisher suddenly leaned over, picked up her legs and placed them directly on the window sill.

"The country is collapsing!" With his back completely hanging in the air, and the danger of being exposed to others, Nanke panicked and continued to think.

"Shh-"

With a "swish" sound, the curtains closed precariously behind the back.

The skirmisher's lips curved in the flickering dim light: "You can scream now. No one knows who it is anyway."

Nanke's response was to hug his shoulders and bite him hard to vent his anger.

After doing some physical exercise, Nanke felt even sleepier.

"Has there been any result on the matter you were asked to investigate?" The soldier rubbed her waist.

Nanke rested her head on his arm and said "hmm" groggily.

"Which one has more people studying mechanical energy or mechanical manufacturing?"

"They said metallurgy, probably manufacturing," Nanke opened his eyelids, "Is there any problem?"

The corners of Xiansheng's lips suddenly straightened. When Nanke raised his head, he lowered his head and rubbed her face to prevent her from seeing the expression on his face. His voice was slightly cold: "I'll tell you after I confirm."