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

Nanke left the tent.

The Sumeru boy looks similar in age to the wanderer.

Among the people Nanke has met, there is no one who meets Wendini's conditions, which means that the "son" Wendini is looking for is probably the owner of this dream that she has been looking for.

The search scope is greatly narrowed.

Even Nanke, whose family members were similar to young people, was not spared.

After questioning everyone and searching all the vacant carriages and tents to no avail, the time was very close to the end of the dream.

With no one around, Nanke asked the Rangers to release Lambaris.

"Lambaris, can you feel that there are people in the dream that you haven't checked yet?"

Lambaris shook his head: "Narananke's feathered flower has a clearer perception than Lambaris."

It was precisely because he could no longer feel any strange presence that Nanke called out Lambaris with the last glimmer of hope.

Nanke frowned in confusion: "Everyone has checked it out, and the owner of the dream must also be in this dream... Why can't he find a teenage child?"

"Nanke," the wanderer said, "Undine never said that her child is only a teenager."

Nanke was startled.

She started sorting through Undine's words again, and finally settled on——

"It's been so many years that I don't recognize him at all."

Nan Kefu reached his heart and suddenly understood.

People's impressions of things are not lasting. Most memories will gradually become blurred over time, and often only the characteristics remain.

If the child she last saw was still young, no matter how many years have passed, even if she knows in her heart that the other person is an adult, Undine will still have the implicit hope that "a boy of a similar age is her son."

No wonder, at the beginning, when Nanke said to Undine, "She is about the same age as the person next to me," Undine reacted so warily.

Fortunately, she found out about Undine's lies in advance.

"I took it too much for granted," Nanke tapped his temple a few times with his fingers, looked at the wanderer, and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you."

The wanderer's cheeks were slightly red and he replied softly: "If I can be of any help."

"Of course," Nanke returned the bamboo hat to him, "Let's go. I already know who Undine is looking for. I hope that's the person we're looking for too."

The autumn night that had just rained was a bit cool, and the sky was dotted with stars.

Those who had free time gathered together to chat and enjoy the night, while those who were afraid of the cold hid in tents.

Taranis poked a half-wet branch into the campfire, watching the flames dwindle dimly, sway a few times, and then brighten again as the heat gradually increased.

The desert has a large daily range, and the native mercenaries are not afraid of heat or cold. They have been wrestling with each other for a long time, leaving him alone as a newcomer to dry clothes here.

Taranis turned over the coat that was placed above the flames. He heard the sound of soft footsteps in front of him and looked up.

The tall girl and the boy wearing a bamboo hat walked one behind the other, facing the firelight. The two long shadows behind them snaked into the distant night, which was inexplicably daunting.

Taranis threw away the branch, rubbed the black ash on his palms with his trousers, and asked: "Are you here to compete with me? Or are you here to ask me if I want to do it?"

Taranis used a joking tone, but there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

The relationship between surveillance and surveillance is inherently one of nature. Nanke and Wanderer come to the door many times, and everyone will suspect that their motives are not pure.

Nanke also saw his guard, stopped one meter away, unfolded the scarf in his arms: "Mr. Taranis, do you recognize this pattern?"

The beige knitted scarf is embroidered with a light brown willow leaf pattern.

Taranis's eyes widened and he stood up: "Where did you get it from?"

"A single mother who lives in Erjingdian and is nearly fifty years old." Nanke stepped forward and handed the scarf to him.

Taranis clutched the scarf tightly, staring at the pattern on it and unable to move his eyes away, and said angrily: "What about her?!"

Taranis was in a strange mood.

Nanke thought for a moment and did not say Undine's name: "She is here. Mr. Taranis, before I get to know your mother, can you allow me to ask a few questions?"

Taranis raised his eyes and looked into a pair of calm black eyes.

"Hmph," Taranis threw the scarf back to her, returned to where he was and sat cross-legged, poking at the fire with a branch impatiently, "Just ask!"

He frowned and looked depressed.

Fortunately, I didn't resist talking to her.

Nanke folded his scarf, bent over and gathered up his skirt, and sat down by the fire.

"First of all, are you really that person's biological child?" Nanke asked, expressing his doubts.

Aside from the fact that Taranis doesn't seem to be looking forward to the reunion of mother and son at all.

As a normal person with decent eyesight, no matter how you look at it, Taranis is an authentic black-skinned desert citizen, and he is completely different from Undine like mother and son.

Even Undine herself was afraid of the desert people and did not set her sights on Taranis at all.

When Taranis heard this, his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. He looked at her with a glare and lifted up the vest around his waist: "Yes, I don't believe you about birthmarks."

Under the vest...

Under the vest, there is indeed a dark birthmark on the ribs, much larger than the one embroidered on the scarf, exactly the same.

But what's even more surprising is the fair skin color covered by the fabric.

Nanke couldn't help but look up and saw a clear black and white skin color line under the wide shoulder straps of the vest that had been pulled out of position.

Nanke pupil earthquake.

Are sun marks of this magnitude real? ? ?

"Have you seen enough?" Taranis said angrily.

"Ahem," Nanke coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment and looked away, "Sorry."

Taranis pulled off his vest and instantly transformed back into a dark, authentic desert man.

"After so many years, your appearance has also changed. No wonder your mother can't recognize you," Nanke asked again, "However, your mother can't recognize you, and you don't remember your mother's face? "

"Are you afraid that I will do something evil and pretend to be her son?" Taranis sneered at Nanke's repeated questions, and said with fire in his eyes, "Like my dead father, she is out of town all year round. I am taken care of by my grandparents." Big. Not to mention now, even back then, I didn’t quite recognize her.”

So, they were robbed during a rare family reunion?

Nanke couldn't help but think of mercenaries' old profession of robbing homes and houses: "Can I ask why you want to be a mercenary?"

"I was sold to the Gilded Brigade by her." Taranis said in a cold tone.

"Eh?" The wanderer was surprised and lost his voice.

"When they were doing business, they borrowed a lot of debt. After her father died, she wanted a divorce because she didn't want to repay the debt." Taranis narrowed her eyes, "Owing so much money, debt collectors will come to her even if she gets divorced. So, she secretly signed a deal with the Gilded Brigade, left me with my grandparents, and ran away with the money."

"But, we heard that she didn't know you were sold until after the divorce," Wanderer argued with a frown, "She has been looking for you for more than ten years."

“When I was twelve years old and kidnapped by the Gilded Brigade, my grandparents and human traffickers all told me this,” Taranis snorted, “Could it be possible that they would still work together to deceive me into a child? "

The air was silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of fire cracking firewood.

"I think," Nanke said, "Maybe they are afraid that you will come back to retaliate against them when you grow up."

There was a "click", the sound of burnt branches being broken.

Taranis held half of the broken branch and turned to look at her, doubting his ears: "What?"

"If your mother really sold you, she should be afraid of meeting you after so many years, right?" Nanke explained, "After all, you didn't go to an ordinary family, but to the Gilded Brigade. You endured the humiliation when you were a child. , wait until you grow up and become stronger before taking revenge, you should have seen this kind of example in the Gilded Brigade."

Of course Taranis had seen it before, it was a common occurrence in the harsh desert.

But he is not a desert person, and he has never thought of this kind of thing to himself.

He opened his mouth but made no sound. His expression gradually became shaken. After a while, he lowered his head and covered his forehead with his palms: "I was just a child at the time. Do they need to do this to this extent?"

"If you want to know the truth, do you want to give it a try?" Nanke looked at his confused look and said, "Make a wish to go back to that day."

"Again, making a wish?" Taranis chuckled disdainfully. After saying this, after a moment, he took a deep breath, straightened his upper body and closed his eyes, "Just make a wish, that selfish woman, if I really blame you. Got someone..."

Taranis said nothing.

As his voice disappeared, the swaying flame in front of Nanke suddenly fell.

Followed by.

——The wilderness is reversed.

——The starry sky fades.