Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Fontaine-Buffati Mansion, the House of Fireplaces.

Mu Feng sat upright by the pond, the Eye of the Wind Element floating in his left hand, his right hand casually resting on the fishing rod, his pensive figure unfathomable.

In reality... it's the Air Force.

No! A fisherman's pride won't allow him to leave empty-handed!

"Mufeng, Mufeng, dinner's ready!"

Clementine peeked out from the doorway of a small building in the distance, cupping her little hands into a megaphone shape and calling out loudly.

Silently putting away his fishing rod, Mu Feng skillfully cast a few wind blades, stunning several arrogant blackback bass that were swishing their tails. He then packed them into a bucket, grabbed his bag, and headed home in one smooth motion.

How can you call it "fishing" when it's the work of a fisherman? It's just a different kind of fishing.

Just tell me whether you caught any fish or not.

Clementine chuckled and moved closer to Mu Feng, poking the fish in the bucket with her delicate white finger, teasingly saying:

"Hehe... Brother Mufeng, you didn't catch anything again?"

Mu Feng, carrying the bucket, kept his eyes straight ahead, his face radiating righteousness.

"How could that be? Otherwise, look what's in the bucket!"

Clementine, unconvinced, put her hands on her hips and waved a belly-up sea bass in front of Mu Feng.

"Then why aren't these fish moving?"

"Oh, they're probably water-sick."

Mu Feng tapped Clementine's forehead, his face serious and righteous.

The young Miss Clementine was deeply shocked by Mu's shamelessness and could only silently count a 9 in her heart to express her feelings.

Seeing Clementine's suspicious gaze, Mu Feng felt his dignity had been challenged, so he raised two fingers and began to solemnly swear:

“I solemnly swear to Barbatos.”

May the wind god deceive you.

The inexperienced Clementine was clearly fooled by Mu Feng's rhetoric. She took the bucket full of bass with some skepticism and temporarily chose to believe his story.

"Okay, then come and have dinner."

"Otherwise, your little cake will belong to Clementine!"

Victorious, Mu Feng strode into the restaurant, triumphant and full of victories. Today was another day without any disappointment.

"Brother Mufeng! Come here quickly!"

Upon seeing Mu Feng walk towards the dining table, Elodie was the first to excitedly stand up and wave her hand, gesturing for Mu Feng to look in their direction.

Peruvier quietly moved a seat to the side, making room for the late-arriving Mu Feng.

Sitting casually in an empty seat, Mu Feng, who was starving, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. Elodie, who was sitting next to him, immediately and considerately handed him a glass of juice.

"Thank you, Elodie."

Mu Feng swallowed the food in his mouth, gently pinched Elodie's soft little face, and reached out to straighten the crooked bubble orange hair tie for her.

"You're welcome, Brother Mufeng."

Elodie put her little hands behind her back, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mu Feng, this is discrimination!"

Clementine, who squeezed in from behind, puffed out her cheeks in a sour tone. Why was it that Clementine always used a stern punch when facing her, but spoke softly and gently when it was Elodie's turn?

This is discrimination! This is psychological violence!

Mu Feng glanced sideways at Clementine, who looked indignant, then at the juice in front of him and the small cake that had just been placed on the table and handed to Clementine. His meaning was clear.

"Ugh... Don't look at me like that!"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Clementine instantly lost her momentum and weakly turned her head away to avoid meeting Mu Feng's gaze.

Clementine's embarrassment immediately drew mischievous laughter from the group, and even the expressionless Peruvieri slightly twitched the corners of her mouth.

Elodie covered her mouth and chuckled secretly, then suddenly seemed to remember something and casually mentioned:

"Oh, by the way, Elodie has a mission tonight."

"They're escorting the injured members to get treatment."

……

Nighttime, eastern foothills of the Munsos Mountains.

It's so dark.

Holding a torch, Elodie carefully led a few wounded men to knock on the slightly dilapidated wooden door.

Is this really a hospital or something?

Looking at the dilapidated wooden door that seemed ready to crumble at the slightest push, Elodie couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Password."

The leaves rustled, and an old man wearing a hood appeared unexpectedly by the wooden door. His deep, hoarse voice startled Elodie and her companions.

Elodie quickly relayed the password personally given by Kujavina. The old man gave them a deep look and silently made way for the wooden door.

"go in."

Whether it was an illusion or not, the old man's gaze only casually glanced at the injured members behind him, but seemed to linger on himself for a long time.

Elodie turned around and looked at the old man in confusion, but the spot where he had been standing was now empty.

Never mind, treating the wounded is the priority.

Elodie shook her head, led several wounded men through the small wooden door, and her figure gradually disappeared into the brass pipes behind the door.

……

"thump."

The sound of the body falling to the ground was unusually muffled in the night, and was drowned out by the chirping of insects after only a few steps.

Where is the "Doctor"?

Mu Feng held the wind blade in his hand against the throat of a Fool soldier disguised as a resident, his gaze cold and sharp.

The fallen musketeer tried to resist, but the sharp wind blades had already drawn blood on his neck, and the faint smell of blood made him stop moving instantly.

"If you don't tell me, you will die."

The threat of death made the musketeer barely suppress the urge to swallow. He cautiously pointed towards the dilapidated wooden door, then shook his head to indicate that he knew nothing more.

With a single chop to the neck, Mu Feng knocked the Fools unconscious. He then swiftly transformed into a blur of motion in the darkness, silently slipping through the dilapidated wooden door.

The brass pipes were quiet, except for the dripping sound of water droplets hitting the metal wall.

However, a hidden world awaited at the end of the pipe.

Tall iron mesh doors blocked the access to the state-of-the-art laboratory, while the Fools' soldiers tirelessly patrolled and monitored the surrounding area.

The private research institute built by the "Doctor" is attempting to uncover the secrets of the original fetal water.

The wind elemental force was quietly activated, and Mu Feng's figure quickly merged into the breeze, bypassing the guards and entering "Doctor's" laboratory without any danger.

Inside the laboratory, Elodie and the others lay sprawled on the ground, all unconscious, but thankfully they seemed to be unharmed for the time being.

Mu Feng rushed forward anxiously, crouching down to check on Elodie's condition, when suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

"It seems a mouse has gotten into the lab."

"Who?!"

Sensing someone approaching, Mu Feng suddenly turned around, his Divine Eye at his waist lighting up, instantly preparing for battle.

A blue-haired man wearing a pointed mask strolled into the laboratory. His eyes, gleaming with a sharp glint, were hidden behind a shaved head and a cloak with a raven-like hood. The blue needles on his earrings gleamed coldly.

"Doctor" Daughtore.

However, upon seeing the newcomer, Mu Feng suddenly relaxed and withdrew his attack stance.

"Good evening, Dr. Tottore."

"Oh? You know me?"

Dotole looked at the calm young man who had suddenly lost his aggressiveness and became slightly interested, but his words still carried a hint of nonchalance.

"Of course, Dr. [Name]."

Mu Feng stood up and looked directly at the second seat of the Fools' Clan Executive, who was high above him, his gaze filled with calm.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."