Original God: Becoming the elder brother of the Thor twins

Mondstadt at night,

Cassius Lawrence walked with his seemingly elegant but slightly sinister steps and came to a quiet and deserted street.

Behind him, a cat followed slowly with light steps. It smelled the delicious aroma of dried fish.

The corners of Cassius' mouth rose slightly, revealing an extremely sinister smile, which was full of the pleasure of success.

Turning around, he quickly found himself in a dead end filled with a damp and stale smell.

The cat tilted its head, its eyes flashing with desire for food and a little vigilance, but it still followed.

Cassius suddenly attacked and grabbed the cat, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to quietly leave the alley with the cat to carry out his next revenge plan, a voice came from the roof.

“I didn’t expect that the Lawrence family still has the habit of abusing cats.”

The voice was cold, like a sharp knife cutting through the silence in the alley.

"Who?"

Cassius Lawrence was startled. He looked up at the roof warily, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

He saw a man wearing a crimson bamboo hat standing there, staring down at him.

"It's you, the Fatui's executive officer. What can I do for you?"

Cassius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person coming was a skirmisher.

Although the relationship between them was nothing more than a fragile alliance based on interests, at this moment, he was still glad that the person who came was not a more troublesome person.

"Is there nothing wrong with me watching you torture the cat?"

The skirmisher's tone was mocking, and he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Cassius below.

Cassius Lawrence frowned, extremely displeased by the skirmisher's contemptuous tone.

He thought to himself, this guy was just an outsider with ulterior motives, so what right did he have to blame him?

He abused the cat because he hated the Cat's Tail Tavern. The tavern's booming business was largely due to a little girl. If it was a gift from an angel to steal Lawrence's property, it would be fine, but why would a little tavern do better business than them?

In his distorted cognition, he wanted to find a way to destroy the Cat's Tail Tavern, including these cute cats, so that he could get some relief from the resentment in his heart.

"Do you also like to torture cats? If you want this cat, I can give it to you."

As Cassius Lawrence spoke, he grabbed the cat by the neck and lifted it up. The cat struggled desperately in his hands and made a shrill cry. The sound echoed in the alley, which was heartbreaking.

"Then I'll accept it."

As the skirmisher finished his words, a crimson lightning bolt struck Cassius Lawrence's arm with pinpoint accuracy, like a streak of angry flame.

Cassius screamed:

"what!"

His arm was instantly torn to pieces, blood gushing out, and the cat broke free from his grasp and landed steadily on the ground.

"what are you doing?!"

Cassius Lawrence's eyes widened, filled with anger and disbelief.

He staggered back a few steps, leaning his back heavily against the wall, and pressed his injured arm hard with his other hand. Blood continued to seep out from between his fingers and drip onto the ground.

"Nothing, it's just that Lawrence's cooperation with the Fatui has ended."

The skirmisher waved his hand expressionlessly, as if brushing away a cloud of insignificant dust.

A debt collector slowly emerged from a dark corner, shrouded in a black cloak and emitting a gloomy aura. He approached Cassius Lawrence step by step, and each step seemed like a countdown to death.

"Are you crazy? This is Mondstadt. The Knights of Favonius will not let you go."

Cassius Lawrence was incoherent with fear, his voice trembling with fear, and his eyes looked around frantically, trying to find a possibility of escape.

"Oh, really? You'd better take care of yourself."

The skirmisher responded indifferently. He stood on the roof, like a ruthless judge, watching Cassius below fall into despair.

"Do not……"

Cassius Lawrence cried out in despair, his body trembling slightly with fear, his clothes soaked with cold sweat on his back.

Outside the alley, the soldier stared at the kitten for a long time. He knew that the debt collector would take care of the trouble with Cassius.

The kitten was licking its paws, as if it had gradually forgotten the thrilling scene just now.

"Still looking? Can't you go home by yourself?" Sanbing said to the cat, with a hint of driving it away.

"Meow~"

The cat tilted its head, made a sound in response, and continued to lick its paw.

"Does it have to be me?"

The soldier sighed helplessly, walked forward and picked up the cat.

The cat meowed again and tried to hug Sanbing's arm. It looked quite cute.

"Don't push yourself too far."

The soldier pulled the cat away with disgust, and then quickly walked towards an alley not far from the Cat's Tail Tavern where the lights were still on.

When he reached the alley, he put the kitten on the ground.

"Come on, poor stray cat, there will be a place to take you in."

The soldier spoke softly, a rare and imperceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes.

"Meow~"

The cat came over again and tried to rub against the soldier's legs. Its furry body had a warm feeling, as if it was completely defenseless against the soldier.

"roll!"

The skirmisher quickly dodged and shouted sternly.

He didn't want to get too emotionally entangled with the cat. He had his own things to do, and he wasn't used to this kind of intimacy.

The cat was obviously frightened, screamed sharply and ran away quickly.

After running a few steps, it looked back at the skirmisher, and saw the skirmisher stomping his feet again and running hurriedly towards the Cat's Tail Tavern.

Its small figure quickly disappeared in the direction of the tavern, where a warm fire, delicious food and kind people were waiting for it. The skirmisher turned around and disappeared into the night of Mondstadt, leaving only the screams of Cassius Lawrence and the diffuse smell of blood in the alley.

Not long after, Diluk the Righteous arrived on the scene.

His cloak fluttered slightly in the night wind, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings like a night owl.

When he stopped at the entrance of the alley, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I'm late."

He whispered to himself, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

His eyes wandered around the alley. The place had been cleaned up and there were no obvious signs of a fight. However, the pungent smell of blood lingered in the air like a ghost, refusing to dissipate.

Diluk had been through a lot and was very familiar with this smell. He already had the answer in his heart.

After all, just on his way here, a familiar guy held him back, preventing him from arriving in time. There were not many forces that could do such a thing in Mondstadt, and he knew very well who was behind it.

"Damn fools!"

Diluk pulled up his black hood, the shadow of the brim obscuring the rage burning in his eyes, but that rage seemed to emanate from the tense lines of his body.

He stayed there for a moment, as if considering his next move, but eventually turned and left.