Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

As time passed, the three of them soon arrived in front of a mansion that was not big but not small either.

Chang Ming rang the doorbell gently, and soon a neatly dressed butler walked out of the mansion.

There is a saying circulating in the upper circles of Fontaine: The style of a butler's work can reflect the style of his master to a certain extent.

It’s still the same theory as before: if you spend enough time with certain kinds of people, you will naturally become that kind of person.

The butler lives with the owner of the mansion day and night, and also has to take on some tasks from his employer.

In a sense...this kind of behavior can also be called assimilation.

When the butler of the Noklan family walked out of the mansion gate, his steps could be described as...arrogant and haughty.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, but his wrinkled old face had a haughty look that would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

But when he saw that the person who was kept out of the mansion was the regent of Fontaine and the traveler who had been in the newspapers recently...

The moderate pace suddenly quickened, and the expression on his face changed rapidly as if he had learned a traditional Liyue art called "face changing".

The arrogance in his expression quickly turned into a kind of politeness that made people feel a little sick.

The legendary face-changing king belongs to him.

Looking at the butler jogging over, Paimeng's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

To her...this man's performance was far more exaggerated than that of the guard of Lord Maocai whom they met in Liyue.

"Mr. Regent, is there something important that you are here for? Or... do you have something to inform my master?"

The butler quickly opened the door and asked in a somewhat attentive manner, trying to get some information out of him in advance.

He knew very well that if the regent, who stayed in Momang Palace all year round, went out... it meant that something big was going to happen.

And these "big things" are basically bad things, none of them are good.

So as a dog, he naturally had to help his master find out some information.

Chang Ming certainly understood what the housekeeper meant. He paused slightly, looked at the wrinkled old face with a half-smile, and said softly:

"Nothing, I just have some things to discuss with your master."

Hearing this, the butler's face froze, and then he smiled apologetically and led the three people to the reception room.

After making tea for the three of them, he fled from the reception room.

Although he didn't get any useful information, he could sense one thing from Chang Ming's expression.

——The Noklan family is about to be ruined again.

In order to continue to live decently in this world, the old butler who had served the Noklan family for decades decided to run away.

......

"Mr. Regent, it's almost time for dinner. Would you like to... have a quick meal first, and then we can talk?"

Noklan Sal looked at Chang Ming who was looking at him with a smile and asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Chang Ming shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Sal, I'm not to the point where I get hungry if I don't eat for an hour or two. I think... you're the same, right?"

Chang Ming looked at the fat and big-eared man in front of him, whose weight was estimated to be around 300 kilograms, and said meaningfully.

It’s hard to imagine how much Mora belonging to the common people has been eaten in such a fat body.

When Sal heard this, his face froze, and then he laughed awkwardly.

"Ah...yes, that's right. My wife recently said that I was too fat and asked me to lose weight."

Looking at Chang Ming, whose expression remained unchanged, Sal felt a chill on his back, as if a knife was pressed against it.

He knew that the regent would not take such jokes, so he quickly said:

"So...what exactly are you doing here at this late hour?"

"If Mora is needed for the recent disaster relief, my Noklan family can donate 80 million Mora. What do you think...?"

Looking at the attentive guy in front of him, Chang Ming shook his head slightly.

"Do you know Noklan Edward? As I recall...he's your nephew?"

When Sal heard Chang Ming say this name, he was stunned at first, then nodded slightly.

"Yes, of course I know him, but...because of some conflicts, I expelled him from the family two months ago."

"He is now...even if he makes a mistake and enters Melo Petersburg, it has nothing to do with the Noklan family."

"If he is now a fugitive suspect, I will immediately use the guards hired by the Noklan family to search for him and then hand him over to you for disposal!"

Sal patted his chest and said in a deep voice.

"Edward got into trouble, so Chang Ming came to him." This was the only possibility Sal could think of.

It was also because of this that he wanted to quickly separate himself from Edward and use this to express his loyalty.

In this way... maybe those little tricks he did could be covered up.

However...

He was wrong, and very wrong.

bang-

With a crisp sound, the evil eye that was broken by Chang Ming was thrown directly onto the table.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

Chang Ming asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, Sal looked at the evil eye on the table and was a little confused for a moment.

How could Sal, who has been in the business world for many years, not know the evil eye?

But he had no choice. Under such circumstances...he could only pretend not to know him.

"Is this... the broken Eye of God?"

"This is the Evil Eye, an artificial external magic organ created by the Fatui. It consumes lifespan to replace the power of elemental forces."

Chang Ming explained calmly.

Hearing this, Sal, who was already confused, became even more confused.

His business scope does not include evil eyes at all? Why did Chang Ming come to him with this thing?

Sar was puzzled. After a long silence, he trembled and asked:

"...You mean...Edward is selling this evil thing?"

Chang Ming shook his head, then said softly:

"He did not sell the evil eye, and he has no connection with the Fatui."

"The reason I came to you... is because he wanted to use this thing to kill me. The two people next to me are witnesses."

"In his confession, he wanted to kill me because he wanted to return to the family, and the Noklan family has always hated me for exiling you, so I came here."

Chang Ming did not continue speaking, but just smiled gently, as if the person who was assassinated was not him.

"I need a reasonable explanation, Mr. Sal."

"Why... is it such a coincidence?"