Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Early morning, the back courtyard of the Opiclie Opera House.

The elevator to Mero Petersburg slowly arrived, and Navelette and Mu Feng appeared at the elevator entrance on time.

Good morning, Mr. Mu Feng.

Navilette, holding a scepter, said solemnly, "The purpose of my trip to Mello Petersburg is to reinforce the seal of the Primordial Sea of ​​the Womb. I sincerely thank you for your help."

“Mello Petersburg is nominally independent of the Fontaine system and is not subject to the jurisdiction of the court.”

"Although I have some personal connections with the managers here, please do your best to abide by the rules here."

"That is right, Your Honor."

Mu Feng naturally agreed to Navelette's request with great seriousness.

Navelette nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and the two then boarded the elevator and headed towards the underwater Peterhof Palace.

……

"We've been waiting for you. Welcome to Mero Petersburg, Sir Supreme Judge."

The current administrator of Mero Petersburg, "Duke" Leosley, stood with his arms crossed at the elevator entrance, waiting for Navelette's arrival.

Beside Leosley stood two rows of clockwork mechanisms serving as an honor guard, creating a very grand scene.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Leosley.”

Navelette gave a polite nod and shook hands briefly with Leosley before getting straight to the point.

"What is the status of the seal?"

"Not optimistic."

Leosley's expression was stern as he replied succinctly, "We can discuss the details in the office."

Navelette nodded solemnly, then introduced Mu Feng, who was standing to the side, to Leosley.

"This is Mr. Mu Feng,"

"His authority can help me strengthen the seal."

Leosley looked at the boy following behind Navelette with great interest and politely extended his hand in greeting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mufeng."

"I am Leosley, the warden of Melo Petersburg. Welcome to Melo Petersburg."

Mu Feng also reached out and shook hands with Leosley's strong hand.

"I have long admired your name, Your Excellency."

……

After exchanging pleasantries, Navelette and Leosley headed towards the Duke's office to investigate the reason for the seal's loosening.

Mu Feng, who had nothing to do for the time being, left the group and headed towards the medical room in Mero Petersburg.

Along the way, the scenery was noticeably different from what it was four hundred years ago.

Advanced machinery replaced outdated tools, and the scrap metal shops and franchised canteens now have a considerable number of goods.

The most noticeable difference was that the various items in the prisoners' hands had been replaced with special permits.

Licenses...

Mu Feng sighed with emotion.

Four hundred years ago, before the existence of special permits, the only way for prisoners to exchange daily necessities was through barter.

The arrival of Pantalone, the ninth executive of the Fools, completely changed this situation.

In an effort to explore alternative economic forms to Mora, Pantalone used Melló Petersburg as an experimental site and pioneered the concept of charters, independent of the Mora system.

As for why it's a replacement for Mora... those who know, know.

How do you say that?

There are only three types of people in Liyue.

The Emperor's fans, the twisted Emperor's fans, and the Emperor himself.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, the experiment ended abruptly for unknown reasons.

However, the concession system did not disappear as a result; instead, it gradually built up the economic system of Melo Petersburg.

Lost in thought, Mu Feng quickly passed through the familiar long tunnel and arrived at the door of the medical room in Mero Petersburg.

As Mu Feng placed his hand on the cold handle, he hesitated, feeling a mix of trepidation and a sense of returning home.

It's been four hundred years.

She left without a word, and four hundred years have passed since then. How must Siegwen feel?

With a hint of guilt, Mu Feng gently knocked on the iron door of the infirmary.

A crisp knock echoed through the empty brass pipes, but no response came from inside the medical room.

not here?

Mu Feng felt a pang of doubt and gently pushed the doorknob.

With a creaking sound, the unlocked iron door slowly opened, casting a sliver of light into the dark medical room.

Mu Feng stepped into the familiar medical room and precisely found the chandelier switch in the darkness.

With a soft click, the old incandescent light quickly illuminated the quiet medical room.

Walking past the hospital beds and around a small screen, you'll find Siegwen's small worktable quietly placed in the corner of the infirmary.

Mu Feng walked to the table, where various medicines, strange alchemical materials, and a half-mixed nutritional milkshake were laid out.

Frog, crystal nucleus, sea dew flower, heterochromatic crystal...

Mu Feng's lips twitched, and he gained a deeper understanding of the "taste of desolation" that Leosley had mentioned.

Among a pile of bottles and jars, a small, inconspicuous glass jar was placed in the most conspicuous position.

The glass jar looked very old, and the cork at the mouth of the jar was slightly weathered, but the jar itself was very clean, obviously because someone wiped it often.

Mu Feng silently picked up the glass jar. There were still some cookie crumbs left in the jar, and at the bottom, there was a small Meiluxin sticker.

Due to the erosion of time, most of the sticker's color has faded, leaving only a blurry outline, a record of the passing years.

Four hundred years is a long time; anything can be lost without a trace.

However, this small glass jar became a survivor of time.

Perhaps, it is also waiting.

Waiting for the day when someone will be able to fill it again.

After a long silence, Mu Feng gently pulled out the cork and took out the cookies he had just baked that morning from his backpack.

He carefully arranged the cookies one by one in the glass jar, sealed it with a cork, and gently put it back in its original place.

……

“Mr. Navelette, Duke, I must take my leave now.”

"Remember to drink less tea."

Head Nurse Siegwen smiled and waved to the two who were about to discuss important matters, then left the Duke's office with light steps.

Navelette watched Siegwen's departing figure, about to say something, but then subtly shook her head, remaining silent as always.

"What is it, Sir Supreme Judge?"

"nothing."

Today is the day to collect mail.

Siegwen walked toward the post office in Mello Petersburg, ready to collect the letter that had come from the water.

However, today's letter seems somewhat unusual.

The number of letters was several times greater than usual. At a glance, it seemed that almost every little Meilushin in Fontaine had written a letter.

Was there any accident?

Hisewen, carrying a large stack of letters, walked unsteadily toward the infirmary, looking puzzled.

She glanced at the calendar next to the mail stand, and as if she had suddenly thought of something, Siegwen's eyes dimmed.

Mu Feng's birthday is coming soon.

Perhaps, like in previous years, it's an invitation to a gathering at a coffee shop.

But each of these gatherings seemed to be a constant reminder that her beloved Mu Feng had already passed away.

Siegwen lowered her head, staring at the red cross pendant swaying on her chest, hiding her expression behind the thick envelope.

Soon, the familiar iron gate of the infirmary slowly came into view of Hisewen.

That's strange. Did you not close the door properly when you left?

Looking at the wide-open iron gate and the lights, Siegwen gently touched her chin with her index finger, pondering in confusion.

Taking out her self-defense tranquilizer gun, Siegwen quietly stepped into the infirmary, only to see a dark figure swaying slightly behind the screen.

Who? Is it a thief?

Hisewen immediately became alert, tiptoed, and slowly approached the screen.

Why steal?

If someone asks for help openly and honestly, they certainly won't refuse to help.

The figure in the corner slowly lifted an old glass jar, seemingly fiddling with something.

Higewen's beautiful ruby ​​eyes suddenly widened, her gentle gaze now burning with fierce flames, and her small fingers involuntarily tightened their grip on the tranquilizer gun.

It's simply... unforgivable!

Mora, coupons, or other valuable items were far less important to Siegfried than this ordinary old glass jar.

After all, these were the last two things her brother Mufeng left behind...

The usually gentle and kind-hearted Siegwen was no longer soft-hearted. The nurse raised the tranquilizer gun and pulled the button to fire the tranquilizer dart without hesitation.

"thump."

The figure fell to the ground with a thud.

[This is my last double update, I've run out of drafts, sob sob sob]