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

It is rare that there is no clanging sound of iron in the knife forging workshop.

The door was not closed tightly, and the Yu Yuchang was sitting at the table with his long hair disheveled, carefully stroking the long knife in his hand.

The jet-black blade has a blade wider than an ordinary long knife. The handle is decorated with a metal rhinoceros-shaped guard, and a purple rope hangs down.

"Mr. Escher, I have already said that I am not impressed by your skills..." Yu Yuzhang raised his head when he heard the voice, and saw Nanke holding a lunch box. He frowned and put the long knife on his knees, "It's you Ah, thank you for your hard work."

"Master Yuyu, has your sword been forged?" Nanke put down his lunch box and asked.

"There are only finishing steps left before the theft." Yu Yuzhang was putting the long knife on the weapon rack next to him, and suddenly smiled lonely, "I thought we were destined to be destined, so I thought I might as well forget it... Maybe this is what is called It’s fate.”

"Can I touch it?" Nanke was ready to make a move.

Yu Yu Changzheng's expression was slightly teasing: "Of course, after all, it can be made thanks to you."

Nanke's claws suddenly froze in mid-air when he touched the knife.

"I mean, the mineral powder used to forge the knife was ground by your own hands."

"Oh oh oh, that's what I meant," Nan Ke breathed a sigh of relief, touched the long knife with his fingertips, and changed the subject, "Master Yuyu, your knife is so beautiful."

"Yes." Yu Yuchangzheng's eyes flashed with a trace of recollection, "It's so beautiful."

According to Gui Mu, Yu Yuchangzheng put a lot of effort into forging this sword.

But when the knife was actually finished, he didn't look happy.

Nanke thought of his deceased mother, pursed his lips, and suppressed excess curiosity: "Master Yuyu, would you like to eat first?"

Before leaving, Yu Changzheng handed Nanke a small note and asked her to say sorry to the owner of the note.

On the note, black charcoal was used to draw a knife and an old man holding grass in his mouth, connected by a thick line.

Nanke could use his toes to figure out who this childish and rough strokes were.

But Yu Yu Changzheng didn't say it clearly, which meant that he didn't care about A Wang.

Nanke silently expressed his gratitude and left the workshop like flying.

As he walked, he scorned his own naivety.

Where did I get the confidence to think I could hide it from Master Yu Yu?

The truth behind the throwing of the sword is probably clear to even Niwa-sama and Kaneo.

Just don't say it.

She covered her face in shame.

When Awang came back later and saw the note, he twisted it into a ball and threw it directly into the stove.

"Awang, what do you mean by that painting?" Nanke asked curiously.

Awang glanced at her and said in a muffled voice: "If you want the knife back, just exchange it for the herbs that can cure grandpa."

"Uh……"

"Anyway, Yu Yu Changzheng will not agree to my conditions." Awang picked up a bare wooden stick and pushed the small ball of paper into the fire. "When I learn to write, I will steal another piece of paper from him." ...Ouch!"

Guobeng, who was frying tofu next to him, flicked her chest with a cold face.

Ah Wang covered his forehead with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that the little girl's eye circles were painful and red, Nanke quickly helped her, "Now do you know what to say and what not to say?"

Ah Wang looked unconvinced and glared at Guobeng: "It turns out that Yu Yu Changzheng's mother is also a sinner. Why should he be an official here..."

Guobeng raised his hand threateningly again.

Awang quickly hid behind Nanke.

Nan Ke said, "Ah Wang, Mr. Yu Yu is very generous in not blaming you for the theft. Only a good boy can correct his mistakes and correct them. If the country collapses, so will you. A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Why do you always do this?" Violence?"

She said and looked over with a bit of resentment.

Not only had she been knocked on the head by him, but she had also been electrocuted by him.

"Are you sure you want me to talk?" Guobeng shook the shovel in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

His venomous words were still ringing in his ears. Nanke opened his mouth and then stopped immediately: "...Not sure, thank you."

The corners of Guobeng's mouth turned up, and he smiled like a devilish maniac.

Nan Ke burst into tears.

I really miss the time when his humanoid computer Angel Heart was there.

Why did it become like this?

Guimu walked in from outside carrying a bucket of water, sniffed hard twice, and said in surprise: "Hey, something seems to be muddy?"

Guobeng's expression changed, and he immediately lowered his head to shovel the tofu.

It's too late, it's already carbonized.

Nanke stared at the lump of charcoal that was lifted into the plate: "...sprinkle some cumin?"

Guobeng: "You eat?"

"It's over, there's no food to go with the wine." Guimu felt distressed for a second about the tofu he finally bought from the workers, and rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen, "How about cooking some pickled wild vegetables?"

into the night.

Niwa arrived first and saw them still running around in the hall. He picked up the wine jar in his hand and smiled: "Kuimu, if you continue to linger, I will have to drink wine with Changzheng and wait for you later."

Gui Mu: "Hurry, hurry!"

"Niwa-sama," Kaneo had already been helped to sit at the table. He briefly saluted Niwa and said, "Nanke made a pot of 'sauerkraut fried rice', but forgot to add salt. Just put it back in the pot."

"When will Nagamasa come?" Niyu sat down next to him.

"I guess it will be soon."

Niyu put the wine bowl aside casually: "I'm kind of looking forward to his expression when he sees this."

Two small square tables were put together to form a long table, with small plates of fried food, fresh cold dishes, and cut fruits.

Guimu brought the rice bowl over, and Nanke and Awang followed closely behind and put the tableware on. Just as they were hurriedly setting it up, Guobeng's deliberately amplified cough came from the direction of the entrance.

Nanke and Guimu looked at each other tacitly, took their places, smiled and clapped toward the door: "Master Yuyu, congratulations on the completion of the forging of the sword!"

The imperial chief, wearing a newly made beloved sword on his waist, stood still at the door.

Guobeng stood quietly in the shadows behind him.