Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 167 The Legacy of the God-King (Part 2)

Sumeru, wind-eroded land, near the Hall of Manifestations.

Beside a small oasis, a few tents were scattered against date palm trees. One or two mercenaries lazily patrolled the camp, weapons in hand, but the rest of the group was nowhere to be seen.

This is the residence of Ahmar's Mustache, an affiliated corps assigned by the God-King.

Kucera sat in the center of the tent, absentmindedly wiping a toy sword in his hand. On the low table beside him were several pieces of parchment with scribbles and an empty wine bottle, and several empty glass bottles were scattered on the ground.

The dizziness from the hangover hadn't subsided yet. He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his messy hair, and a burning sensation suddenly rose in his chest.

I wonder how Dixia is doing...

Although he sent his brothers to secretly protect her as she left the desert, Kousera remained restless and anxious.

Judging by the time, they should have returned by now. Could something have happened to them?

As time ticked by, Kucera's anxiety grew. He became restless and unconsciously clenched his toy sword.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, reached for a gleaming longsword hanging on the wall, and decided to go and check the situation on Dixia's only route.

Although his body was no longer suited for high-intensity combat.

"Brigade Commander, we're back."

Just as he was about to set off, a rough voice rang out not far away, and three members of the troupe who had gone out to escort Dixia returned to the camp, covered in dust.

Although they were all carrying weapons, there were no signs of fighting on their bodies, which relieved the worried Kucera a little.

"Tikriti, Idrisi, Balsha, thank you for your hard work this time."

"How is Dixia...?"

Kucera hurriedly left the tent, his brown eyebrows and eyes revealing barely concealed anxiety.

"You guessed right. Miss was intercepted by the Relic of the God-King as soon as she reached the vicinity of Aru Village. Fortunately, she was rescued by a passing rainforest scholar and is now out of danger."

The largest of them, Balsa, replied with a solemn expression that when they were ambushed by the Relic of the God-King, they should have appeared to protect Dishia's safety, but the rainforest scholar acted too quickly, and the battle was over before they could react.

In a short time, the sixty-seven mercenaries who attacked were cleanly and decisively defeated. Even though the mercenaries were not the elite of the God King's legacy, this strength still made them feel a chill.

Even their brigade commander at his peak was far inferior to that seemingly frail scholar.

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have any malicious intent.

“We secretly followed them to Aru Village, where Miss is currently recuperating. Once she is fully recovered, we can escort her out of the desert as you have arranged.”

The relatively composed Idrisi continued reporting from Balsha's words. Upon learning that Desia was safe and sound, Kusela's anxious heart gradually calmed down.

It's good that Dixia is alright...

"Brigade Commander, I don't understand why we need to arrange for Miss to leave here?"

"If you have a good talk with Miss, she is so understanding, she will definitely understand your predicament."

Tikriti, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. The group of them had raised Dixia from childhood, and the sudden separation naturally made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Kucera was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, his voice unusually somber and dejected.

"And...what about after that?"

The three fell silent. Yes, what about the future?

As an affiliated group of the God-King's Legacy, the God-King's Legacy possesses all records of their crimes.

Once this criminal record is made public, they will inevitably face a joint hunt from both the desert and the rainforest.

Although the vast majority of these cases were committed under duress from the remnants of the God-King, this is not a valid excuse and does not change the fact that they had committed numerous crimes.

Dixia will grow up. Even though she will always be a child in their hearts, she is no longer the little girl who pouts and rehearses plays with them.

She began to have her own ideas. Although they tried their best to keep her away from the world of mercenaries, the child of the desert could not escape the fate of facing the wind and sand.

Confronting the bloodshed, confronting the slaughter.

Confront interests head-on, confront betrayal head-on.

Stay? And then what?

Will we, like them, become mindless zombies struggling to survive, turning into sharp knives wielded by the remnants of the God-King against the rainforest?

They are already hopelessly mired in a quagmire, but Dixia should not, and cannot, become like them.

Leaving the desert might be the best option.

Yes, their hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, whether it was voluntary or not.

And the hand that once raised the butcher's knife

What right do they have to promise her a bright future?

"Tikriti, Idrisi, Balsha."

"You've been following me for over ten years now, haven't you?"

Kucera looked up at the gray night sky. The cold desert wind blew, and the starry sky was reflected in his bright brown eyes.

"Reporting to the brigade commander, I, Balsha, have been venturing into the desert with you since I was seventeen years old, and it has been nineteen years now. Although Tikriti and Idrisi joined us later, they have been here for sixteen years as well."

The burly Balsha answered immediately and without hesitation, his expression solemn.

"Yes...it's been more than ten years."

“I have given you nothing, and I am still living in the desert, exposed to the elements and dependent on others.”

Kucera chuckled self-deprecatingly, went into his tent, and after a moment took out a bulging money bag, which he solemnly handed to them.

That contained all his savings.

"Brigade Commander... what are you doing?"

The group was immediately shocked, but Kusela's movements were unusually resolute, and for a moment, even the incredibly strong Balsa could not break free quickly.

The three of them suddenly realized that the spirited brigade commander who had vowed to conquer the desert was standing in front of them once again.

"This is my request to you. If possible, I hope you can secretly escort Dixia to Sumeru City."

Kucera's eyes held a resolute glint as he forcefully placed Mora into the hands of the three, then added sternly:

"Take the money, that's an order."

The three exchanged glances, finally sighed, and silently accepted their share.

That's just how the brigade leader is; apart from Miss Desia, very few people can change his mind.

They watched Dixia grow up, and even if the brigade leader didn't say anything, they would spontaneously escort her out of the desert and watch her safely enter the prosperous city in the rainforest.

Even though she had no idea what they had done.

Seeing that the three had accepted the payment, Kucera's face lit up with a smile again. He laughed and patted the three on the shoulder as he entered the tent, looking relaxed.

"Come on, let's drink until we drop tonight!"

"When you get back, we'll drink here for three more days. I want to see who gets drunk first!"

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