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

the other side.

The servant's index finger tapped the crystal cup intentionally or unintentionally, listening to the vibration of the glass and playing a rhythmless note, while staring indifferently at the strange woman on the other side of the dance floor.

It's not quite right to call her a woman. She's just dressed more maturely, and judging by her expression and posture, she must be in her early twenties at most.

She has a typical Hokuriku appearance, with black hair and black eyes. She wears a black backless tube top dress that makes her skin tone cold and white. The front placket of the skirt is particularly short, which is in sharp contrast with the tail that hangs down from the waist to the ankles.

Did the scrutiny I felt just now come from the other party, or the boy with the animal ears next to him?

The servant watched the interaction between the two of them. The boy was extremely beautiful, but he was just a docile plaything. He was dismissed with just a few words.

The woman is probably the one who calls the shots.

Thinking that he was going to come up to talk, the servant waited quietly, but unexpectedly the other party took a few sips of water, then turned around and looked out the window alone.

The servant's thoughts changed and he looked at the boy who was sent away.

Actually went to Linny's place?

interesting.

The servant curled his lips slightly.

It was winter, and the Fontaine nobles had always followed the rules, so most of the people present had their bodies wrapped tightly in luxurious fabrics.

The servant lived till winter and was not afraid of the cold. The reason why he dressed up so prominently was simply to attract the attention of a certain god.

I hope that strange woman who is also out of place doesn't have the same purpose as her.

While trying to figure out the other person's identity, the servant is waiting for him, tonight's male companion——

That's right, best man.

It was finally too late.

"Ms. Arecino, I'm sorry, we ran into some trouble on the way."

The young man with brown-orange hair walked in carelessly with his hands raised, his shoulders still covered with unfinished snow, and his smiling face so frank and cheerful that it made people want to sigh.

The servant turned his body slightly in the opposite direction to maintain a distance: "Your Excellency, your Excellency, you are going to dress up like this for a dance hosted by the Water God himself?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Dadalia didn't feel anything was wrong at all, and asked with his hands spread out.

Although he looked like his usual silver-gray casual suit at first glance, in order to show off his personality at the ball, he only buttoned one button and wore his coat naked.

In the middle of winter.

Young Master thinks he is super cool.

The servant gave him a blank look.

If this guy hadn't said hello without hitting Fontaine who came to take charge of her, she wouldn't have bothered to care about him.

But when things come, making the best use of everything has always been a virtue that servants are proud of.

"Look over there, the woman in the black skirt." The servant spoke concisely and pointed his chin in the direction of the woman just now. "It doesn't seem easy. Go strike up a conversation and pry something out."

Dadalia followed the servant's signal and looked over. Among the crowd of Fontainebleau people who were eager to show off their flowers, a slender figure in a black skirt was caught at a glance.

Dadalia's eyes brightened slightly, and she moved her wrist bones and walked towards the man.

"Not simple" preferably refers to force.

Fontaine follows rules and regulations everywhere, and even if he teaches a roadside gangster, he will get into trouble, but he has already had enough.

Dadalia looked around at the layout of the ballroom, planning how to trick the other party out for interrogation.

Nanke, who had been observing the situation through the reflection of the glass, noticed the direction he was heading and had no choice but to turn around: "Mr. Dadalia, what a coincidence."

"Do you know me?" Dadalia paused and opened her eyes slightly, "...No, I seem to have seen you somewhere..."

At the dock in Liyue.

Nanke thought.

Even though it was just a one-time relationship.

The young master quickly reacted, walked up to her and hooked her shoulders and walked out: "Miss, let's talk somewhere else."

Nanke followed him out of the dance hall.

The tools people bring to your door are not used in vain.

A glass window isolates the bustle behind them and the servants' eyes. Nanke and Dadalia are standing on the indoor balcony of the ballroom. Outside the semicircular terrace is a mini greenhouse garden. A thin layer of snow light shines through the skylight above, making it as pure white as splashed silver. .

"If I remember correctly, you seem to be," Dadalia bent her elbows and leaned against the edge of the terrace, her face aching as she scratched her stomach. "You seem to be Mr. Zhongli's friend?"

"Yes. We are neither from Liyue nor from Fontaine. It is a rare fate to meet again here." Nanke smiled lightly and raised his glass to Dadalia to show respect, "Dada Mr. Leah, the lady I saw with you just now is very charming."

"Ha..." Dadalia twitched her lips, "You'd better stop looking at her. Arecino is already suspicious enough."

"Is that so? I'm sorry for causing trouble to you."

Nanke turned his head and stared at the small gurgling fountain in the greenhouse garden.

She had a calm temperament that transcended her age. Dadalia looked at her and looked for words: "By the way, I forgot to ask, what is your name, Miss?"

"Just call me Nanke."

"You came to Fontaine alone? Where was the boy who was with you last time?"

"His name is Guobeng, and he is my lover. He is also at the dance, but Mr. Dadalia may not recognize him when he sees him."

After all, Skirmisher is a "cat" today.

Dadalia only accepted the first half of Nanke's sentence, and opened her mouth in surprise: "I thought that was your brother!"

"We are often misunderstood by people." Nan Ke said with a smile.

The impression that young man left on Dadalia could only be described in two words. One is pretty, the other is fierce.

Dadalia lowered his head and frowned: "No! Then he saw me putting my arm on your shoulder, wouldn't he be angry?!"

Nanke's tactics are to drink water and hold back laughter.

She thought that even if the skirmishers didn't see it, their hands would be itchy if they bumped into Dadalia.

Before the water god showed up, Nanke had already decided to stay away from the stragglers today.

Dadalia didn't want to go back and compete with the servants.

They simply stayed on the balcony in a tacit understanding and continued to talk about something.

Not long after, the conversation in the hall suddenly stopped.

From behind came the girl's melodious voice like a character in a play: "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the water-tasting ball organized by me, Fonina de Fontaine!"

Nanke turned around.

The shadowy figure blocked the water god himself.

All she could see was that the crowd suddenly became excited like fans meeting their idol at the airport.

"Lady Funina!"

"It's our honor, Lady Funina!"

anyway.

Nanke took Dadalia's arm and said, "Mr. Dadalia, let's go in too."