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

Click.

The doorknob was turned.

The person outside the door was also cautious and only pushed the door open a slit, revealing an eye.

Adele looked warily towards the window.

The porcelain vase on the edge of the window sill remained intact.

After a few seconds of silence that could be heard as the needle dropped, the sound of the door shaft rotating sharply was accompanied by the sound of footsteps entering the room——

As soon as the burly figure with bronze skin appeared from behind the door, he was grabbed by the neck from behind by a nimble black shadow in the blind corner and knocked forward.

Adele reflexively put his elbow on the ground and turned over to fight back. Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength was amazing. He suddenly hit him hard in the middle of the back with his elbow or knee.

Dull pain instantly paralyzed his whole body. Adele's vision went dark and he lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

The dagger in his mouth was also pulled away, and the sharp blade crossed the corner of his mouth, cutting a long gap in the carpet.

The arm that passed through his peripheral vision was slender and white, and Adele suddenly realized that the other party seemed to be raising a knife. Before he could react, another deep and sharp pain broke the muscles of his right shoulder.

His throat vibrated and he screamed in extreme pain.

But there was only one sound, and then it disappeared with the enemy's huge hand strength that was like crushing the mandible.

The knife between the shoulder bones was cruel and sharp. It inserted into the bone seam and slowly rotated deeply, as if it was about to cut off Adre's remaining arm.

He barely stopped before cutting off a line of muscle and bone.

Then, with a light "creak", the door behind him was closed.

Adre's face was pale and he was sweating. He felt like a dead fish on the chopping board.

"What's wrong with Nanke?"

The person behind him loosened his grip and asked in a cold tone.

His lips and teeth were trembling with pain, and he couldn't answer immediately.

The skirmishers looked coldly at the mercenaries at their feet.

He has never been patient.

The skirmisher stood up, stepped on the opponent's head with the teeth of his clogs, and crushed him hard, forcing him to turn his face sideways: "Three, two..."

Adele kept gasping and his eyes hurt from the painful sweat.

The sharp pain between the shoulder bones suddenly seemed to be alive, and it penetrated every layer of skin and muscles along the injured area like an electric current.

His limbs began to twitch like he was about to die, and the unexplained smell of burnt flesh flooded into his nose.

"Needle...!" Adele tried his best to squeeze out a word from his spasming throat.

The skirmisher lowered his eyes, looked at him, and moved his feet.

Adele took a long breath as if he was desperate, and took out a glass box tremblingly from his arms.

"Fools?"

The skirmisher recognized the iconic coat of arms on the lid of the glass box, frowned slightly, took it and opened it.

There is a syringe embedded in the box. Judging from the empty grooves next to it, it seems that there were at least five syringes inside.

It's self-evident where the other four went.

Adele explained angrily: "Winter people, let us...inject...every day, otherwise...you will die."

The skirmisher raised the needle and used the light between the curtains to see clearly the row of small vertical characters engraved on the outer shell.

"Complex Nutritional Injection".

People trapped in long-term dreams cannot eat, and life-sustaining measures are necessary.

But as far as he knew, this type of nutrient solution had the effect of neutralizing elemental power and was not suitable for injection into Eye of God holders.

The skirmisher broke off the needle and threw it away with a dark face. He quickly walked towards Nanke and checked her arm.

Under the lifted sleeves of her pajamas, her already thin arms were swollen like a carrot due to unprofessional injections.

The murderous intention towards the mercenaries behind him reached its peak in an instant.

Fortunately, apart from the fact that the thunder element he gave her was exhausted, there were no other serious problems for the time being.

He also took out Nanke's other arm and inspected it carefully. After hearing her steady heartbeat again, Xiansheng's tense expression softened slightly, and he pressed his lips tightly and tucked her into bed again.

Adele stared at the young man's unprotected back.

As a qualified mercenary, what you should do at this time is either to take the opportunity to escape, or to fight back violently.

But he had no strength to resist at all.

The boy knew how to torture people.

Adelai was even more surprised by the young man's delicate movements like protecting fragile items when facing Nanke.

Adele knew that Nanke had a lover who was a scholar.

I just didn't expect that the other party was so young.

The methods are so ruthless.

The uncontrollable spasm in his body finally subsided. Adele did not dare to act rashly. He raised his upper body and glared at the boy: "Someone reported that Nanke was the holder of the Eye of God, but no Eye of God was found on her body. It turns out that you are the real holder of the Eye of God?”

The skirmisher didn't even look back, and pulled up the quilt covering Nanke's shoulders, with no intention of answering.

He was thinking about how to wake her up next, and whether to kill or keep this mercenary.

"You are a scholar. Do you know what the Teaching Council plans to do?" The mercenary behind him asked stubbornly in a vain tone.

The skirmisher finally paid attention from all kinds of thoughts and looked back.

Finally meeting the boy's eyes, the fear that had been suppressed not long ago came back. Adre reflexively clenched his fists, and because of the pain in his shoulders, he had to forcefully release his strength.

The young man's aura reminded him of the Solstice youth who visited a few days ago.

With that astonishing sense of oppression, he must be a high-ranking official among the fools.

If, if he were as powerful as the young man in front of him... he might really be able to change everything.

Even before everyone fell into sleep, Adrei had already sensed the unusualness of this mission by relying on his intuition as a mercenary for many years.

But these old people, women, and children.

After all, they are not his parents, wife, or children.

Adele was employed by others and had no choice but to fulfill his duties faithfully.

Watching these people being kept in captivity like trapped animals.

Some muddle through.

Some leap to their deaths.

Some are tempted in every possible way.

Now, they are all unconscious and no one is spared.

Even Adele, who prides himself on his loyalty, couldn't help but ask himself in the middle of the night when he was sleepless - would the Order House really let him, who had seen all these filthiness at a glance, walk out of here alive?

——And seeing these old, weak, women and children trapped in the quagmire and refusing to save them, is I really qualified to return to my family alive?

"I hope you can use your little conscience on more important things."

Nanke's words echoed in his ears many times.

She is right.

The second question still did not receive a response from the young man. Adelai was not discouraged, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and asked a third question: "You are going against the Order, can you win if you face it?"

"Ha," the skirmisher laughed sarcastically, turned around and sat on the edge of Nanke's bed with his arms folded, "You want to rebel?"

Loyalty is tantamount to the dignity of a mercenary. After being pierced by the skirmishers, Adele lowered his head in shame, gritted his teeth, stared at the carpet in front of him and said: "I have no conscience, but if you really have a chance of winning... Nothing is more important than life."

"'You'?" the skirmisher repeated playfully, "Nan Ke has been in contact with you?"

"Yes." Adele mustered up the courage to look up.

The mercenary looked sincere and showed no signs of lying.

The skirmisher let out a light "Oh" and looked at him condescendingly, without rushing to a conclusion.

What the skirmisher is going to do next is that she will inevitably have to leave Nanke for a while, and she needs a trustworthy person to protect her.

However, even if the mercenary was not injured, he was still far from qualified.

What's more, if there is one betrayal, there are two.

The skirmisher's deliberation did not last long. His cold eyes clearly reflected Adele's nervous face and he asked slowly: "Nanke, did she give you anything?"

Adele was stunned.

He and Nanke had a relationship between guard and guarded, and they even had several unpleasant encounters. How could Nanke trust him with the things?

But this answer is related to whether he can survive from the young man. Adre racked his brains to recall, opened his mouth, and suddenly an idea flashed: "Before she fell asleep, she asked me to put a package back in the room... But now, the package Still downstairs at the front desk.”

Adele's voice dropped breathlessly.

"No wonder I didn't see it," the soldier held his forehead and let out a helpless laugh, "Ha, ha ha ha..."

Adray didn't understand what the skirmisher was laughing about.

Except for the unconscious Nanke, no one could possibly guess what he was laughing at.

Adelai vaguely felt something bad from his laughter that was getting more and more cheerful and began to reveal evil spirits.

Fortunately, the skirmisher quickly stopped. His purple eyes filled with smiles were full of evil amusement. When he looked at Adele again, there was still a lingering sense of sinister deep inside: "Okay, since it was her choice. It just so happens that I have a chore you can do."

The skirmisher raised his hand, and the dagger that stabbed deeply into Adele's shoulder was quickly pulled out by the elemental force and flew out the window.

A stream of hot blood spilled on the carpet. Adele gritted his teeth and groaned. He supported his body with the crook of his elbow and almost fell down again.

"Go to the store across the street," the skirmisher ordered, slightly raising his chin, "bring the person who was stabbed with the dagger."