Genshin Impact: I am an ordinary executive

"Do you need me to investigate?" Abe tide let Zuo tide's hand rub her head. "Give me the samples from Dulin, and we should be able to research something."

Since leaving the snow-capped mountains, she had never returned to that place. She had been abandoned there, and it was impossible for her to be completely indifferent. But if he needed her to do something, she would be willing.

“No need. I didn’t bring you here to do things for you.” Zuo tide patted Abe Xi’s hair again before letting go, satisfied. “Besides, I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting you go to a place like that. Dulin’s influence is hard to remove. Judging from Yura’s reaction, ‘purification’ doesn’t seem to be working.”

He had already tried the routine when he was in contact with Yura, and the purification ability he had gained that could remove the effects of the "Abyss" didn't seem to have any effect on Yura. He hadn't investigated the specifics yet, but he absolutely couldn't let Abeshi go to such a place.

"So you're just going to let me go?" A cold, mocking voice sounded beside me, with a hint of helplessness in it.

Suddenly, a spatial distortion occurred in the previously empty space, and a figure with light blue hair, dressed in winter clothing, wearing a bird's beak and a mask, appeared abruptly there.

Neither Zuo tide nor Abe tide were surprised by the voice, since this person was someone they had called over together.

"Don't say that, Dotore. I only let you investigate because I trust you. Besides, isn't the dragon Dulin the subject you've always wanted to study?" Zuo Xi shrugged and pointed to the seat in front of her. "Sit down. I've prepared your favorite drink for you."

That guy with light blue hair and a bird-beak mask was, of course, the only remaining Dotore slice in the world—the one who was specifically responsible for recording, without being involved in or participating in any research, and who was later assigned to specifically contact Zuo tide, and who ultimately used the other slices as a pledge of allegiance to kill them all.

"Personally, I don't like this drink. The person who likes it would have been crushed to death by now." Despite saying that, Dotole obediently sat down and started pouring himself a drink.

The slice he was referring to was the one from his childhood who had approached Zuo tide on the snowy mountain and was pushed out as a bargaining chip by a group of slices. After guiding Zuo tide to kill him, he completely tied Zuo tide and them to the same boat.

Although, judging from the Ice Queen's current attitude, that level of threat—referring to using infighting among colleagues as leverage—seems completely meaningless, since everyone can see the Ice Queen's favoritism.

“Yeah, speaking of which, that slice is actually one of the few that’s pleasing to the eye. Maybe it would have been better for ‘you’ to choose him as a liaison rather than a bargaining chip?” Zuo Xi shrugged, not caring about these things—after all, it was Dotore, killing him certainly couldn’t have been a mistake. “So are you going or not? If you’re not going, I can send someone else. Anyway, Scaramchi is already used to the Abyss, so he shouldn’t be worried about Dulin’s influence.”

"The gods have spoken, how can I refuse?" Dotore shook his head helplessly, but anyone could tell from his tone that he was pretending to be innocent after getting the benefit.

“However, I’ve always been involved in documentation. If you’re hoping I can help you research something… I’m afraid I shouldn’t have too high expectations.” To avoid being held accountable later, Dotole cautiously added this sentence.

Well, he had already learned about three-dimensional defense when he dealt with the other party in Sumeru. No matter what he did, he made sure that Zuo Xi would not find any fault with him and attack him. For "Dottore", only by doing this could he possibly avoid being killed by Zuo tide for no reason.

It is precisely because he possesses this talent—meaning he is both thick-skinned and cowardly enough, and doesn't mind losing face in order to survive—while keeping his hands "clean," that he was pushed out to do this dangerous task that requires specialized communication.

"I don't expect you to come up with anything. The heart on the snow mountain has probably mutated. Just go and find out the specific reason." Zuo Xi waved her hand and comfortably sipped her tea. "Speaking of which, you don't need to be so afraid of me. After all, you're practically my savior. Do you think I'm the kind of person who repays kindness with enmity?"

“Of course not,” Dotole shook his head, “but if I may be so bold, could you please tone down that expectant look on your face before you say that?”

He thought to himself that this entrapment was too obvious; he was now completely immune to such low-level tricks.

"This is so boring, Dottore. I still prefer your old, unruly self." Zuo Xi waved her hand dismissively. "Alright, go find out why. I think this matter is probably not that simple. The Mondstadt people are well prepared, but they may not be able to withstand it."