Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 375 Bald words

No one knows what the Winter Ambassador and the Grand Master discussed that night in the cellar of the Dawn Winery.

Even Mu Feng didn't know the true purpose of this Winter Envoy's trip for many years.

At least that night, all that could be seen was the Winter Ambassador, who strode out of the wine cellar with a gloomy expression.

Her movements were no longer as composed as before; without even saying goodbye, she turned and left the banquet.

From beginning to end, she didn't give anyone a second glance.

The armed Fool soldiers dutifully guarded her side, disappearing into the night outside the window with her.

The envoy left in winter, just as abruptly as she had arrived.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated, like ice and snow slowly melting, and the guests began to whisper among themselves.

At first, everyone was very cautious, as if they were afraid that the group of fools would launch a surprise attack. But as the footsteps outside the window gradually faded away, the conversation in the banquet hall gradually grew louder.

Of course, there is only one topic of debate.

What conditions did the messenger of winter propose?

The center of the discussion was, naturally, the Grand Master who had followed the Winter Ambassador back to the banquet hall with a leisurely stroll.

Everyone, including the knight captains around him, cast inquiring or curious glances at Falgar.

"Grand Commander, that envoy... and you..."

Finally, one of the knights could no longer contain his curiosity and tentatively uttered a few suggestive words.

Although I didn't get a clear answer, the meaning was quite clear.

This is inquiring about the outcome of the talks with the envoy who came at the winter.

The knight's question clearly voiced the doubts of everyone present. Judging from the way the Winter Ambassador turned away, this impromptu meeting held in the wine cellar did not seem to be going well.

So what kind of conditions would make the Grand Master reject them without hesitation and leave no room for negotiation?

However, Falgar's attitude was much more subtle.

The Grand Master did not answer the knight's question directly, but instead picked up his wine glass, lowered his head, and took a sip of wine with ice.

Then, amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, he gave a meaningful smile and slowly uttered two words.

"confidential."

The guests were instantly disappointed, but Falgar clearly didn't realize he had tricked them. He laughed and picked up his glass again, downing the remaining ice wine in one gulp.

Clearly, the Grand Master has no intention of responding.

The group then turned their attention to another person in the know, who was also the owner of the winery, Mr. Cripps.

However, his behavior remained equally enigmatic.

Faced with inquiries from several close friends, the middle-aged gentleman simply waved his hands repeatedly, refusing to utter a single word.

Their unusual behavior only fueled everyone's curiosity, and whispers filled the hall.

However, a few people stood out from the crowd.

Diluc picked up the glass he had been holding for a long time and took a sip of the dandelion liqueur mixed with melting ice.

His thinking differed from others; as long as the arrogant messenger failed to achieve her goal, it wasn't too bad.

He didn't care about the details of the process.

Kaiya stood silently to the side, not uttering a word, but the expression on his face clearly showed that he agreed with his brother's point of view.

Barbara was still somewhat shaken; the color drained from her face, and her knuckles, gripping Mu Feng's clothes, were slightly white.

The little girl was still young, and being suddenly in such a tense situation, she was clearly frightened.

Qin's expression was also not good, but having been in charge of family affairs for a long time, she was much more mature. Although she was a little nervous, she still maintained her usual composure on the surface.

She glanced at the boy standing in front of her and her sister, her eyes flickering, unsure for a moment who was the older one.

Xiao Feng... is as reliable as ever.

However, on the other side, unseen by Jean and Barbara, the situation was not as peaceful as they had imagined.

Mu Feng took a deep breath, slowly removed his hand from the hilt of the sword he was gripping, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

As his turbulent emotions subsided, he was startled to realize that the fabric on the back of his clothes was completely soaked with cold sweat.

Something's wrong. What happened to him just now?

The violent emotions had almost completely dissipated, but the traces of their burning presence still made Mu Feng feel uneasy.

He had no doubt that if a conflict had actually broken out just now, the West Wind Sword in his hand would have pierced the chests of all the Fools who stood in his way without hesitation.

That was not a momentary outburst of anger, but a deep-seated, long-suppressed hatred that had settled deep within his soul.

But...why?

He had no prior grudges or enmity with the Fools, and in fact, he had no memory of any interaction with them whatsoever.

So, where does this hatred come from?

Mu Feng forced himself to calm down, examine himself, and recall.

This time, he noticed a name.

When that arrogant messenger uttered that name, he wanted more than ever to pierce her throat and make that irritating tone never utter another syllable.

"PhD".

There's no mistake, this is it, this is the name.

Even as he repeatedly pondered this utterly meaningless title, Mu Feng could feel the anger rising within him.

The voice in my mind rang out again.

kill him.

Like the bone flute of a siren, its murmurs echoed in my mind, bewitching and enticing me with a thirst for slaughter.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Before anyone knew it, his pupils had become bloodshot.

"Hey, hey! Wake up, what's wrong with you?!"

Mu Feng was instantly awakened, the bloodshot color in his pupils fading in an instant, revealing Diluc's unusually serious expression.

"What's wrong with me?"

Mu Feng's thoughts faltered for a moment, and Diluc's expression grew even more serious as he met Mu Feng's bewildered gaze.

“You’ve been talking to yourself since just now, and you don’t respond when others call you. I was wondering what’s wrong with you.”

If Mu Feng hadn't known him, a chop to the back of his neck would have landed just now.

After all, the situation just now was indeed somewhat out of control.

Mu Feng's expression changed slightly. After a short while, he finally managed to process what had just happened.

……PhD.

What does this name actually represent?

Hatred, anger, sorrow, and intense negative emotions.

Then came an uncontrollable urge to kill.

My head hurts, especially when I try to recall these things.

Why is this happening?

Who is he...?

With a series of strong questions in mind, Mu Feng slowly raised his head and forced a slightly forced smile.

At the same time, he gave Barbara and Jean, who were looking at him with concern, a reassuring look.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking..."

"Just a nightmare."

Is that really the case?

Only you know the truth.

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