Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

She gripped the blunt sword hanging at her waist, watching Su Ming with some tension, ready to fight at any moment.

"I wouldn't do that kind of thing."

Su Ming's expression was calm as he looked toward the West Wind Cathedral. He couldn't see anything from there, but he could hear the bells ringing.

"Time is up."

The clear chimes rang out, echoing throughout Mondstadt.

Ying blinked in confusion, looking somewhat bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Su Ming smiled lightly, said nothing, placed a key in Ying's hand, and then left.

"What a strange fellow."

Paimon said with great doubt, she had never seen anyone act so illogically.

Ying gripped the key in her hand, which had a plaque with the number 418 hanging on it. "Never mind all that, let's go in and take a look first."

Outside Mondstadt.

A fair hand gently lifted the hood, revealing a pair of calm eyes, which may have held a hint of nostalgia, but now only the cold wind and snow remained.

"Mond..."

Rosalyn glanced towards the shadows to the side, where a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

"Long time no see, my dear colleague."

Su Ming waved to Rosalin with a smile, saying it without a care in the world.

"I hope you won't disappoint me, hermit."

Rosalind gave Su Ming a deep look before continuing forward.

The time has come.

It is time to draw back the curtain and seize the power of the gods.

Chapter 077 Miss Rosalyn, your XP is quite unique!

"If I remember correctly, I gave you the key to the hideout."

Rosalyn quickly glanced at where the money was spent, and when she saw that the Goethe Hotel had been booked for an entire year, she still felt it was a bit outrageous.

Will Pantalone have a heart attack from seeing the bill?

Rosalyn looked at Su Ming with a hint of admiration, as if to say, "You're really ruthless, kid." Wasn't this guy worried that Pantalone wouldn't allocate funds to him in the future?

“How can such an important hiding place be used as a residence? What if it gets discovered?” Su Ming said logically. “It’s all for concealment and strategic purposes, definitely not because I want to enjoy myself.”

Rosalyn had a feeling that things weren't going as she'd imagined, but since the Hermit was also an Executive, she couldn't jump to conclusions.

"So what preparations have you made these past few days?"

"Hey, you've hit the nail on the head! Come on, I'll show you the results of these past few days!"

Su Ming, full of confidence, walked ahead to lead the way for Rosalind, and also introduced the recent situation in Mondstadt.

Rosalyn nodded slightly. As expected of an executor personally chosen by Her Majesty the Queen, her professional skills were quite proficient. It seemed that the Hermit's intelligence gathering work was very effective.

The two arrived together at the hideout of the Fools. In the past few days, only Su Ming had been here; even Ling Lan had not been here.

"Let's go, Miss Rosalyn. We'll treat you to a welcome dinner tonight."

"You seem to be very familiar with the procedures in Liyue."

"Heh, that's just basic etiquette," Su Ming said, pushing open the door and lighting the candle in the dark room.

He had wanted to complain about this for a long time. It's not like we're short of Mora, so why do we have to rely on candles to maintain the light source?

Or is it simply to create a mysterious atmosphere for the hiding place? That would be too far-fetched.

Rosalyn remained silent for a long time after entering the hiding place. Although it had been a long time since she last came here, she still remembered roughly when I was setting up my plan.

She walked to the wall, looked up, and fell into deep thought as she gazed at the white pantyhose hanging in the display case.

Finally, turning to Su Ming, he posed the soul-searching question: "What is this?"

"Hmm... Your question is very insightful, so let me explain it to you."

Su Ming cleared his throat, walked to the display stand, and began to explain in a deep, resonant voice: "Okay, what is now in front of you is a pair of white pantyhose worn by Sister Barbara of the Favonius Cathedral in Mondstadt."

"Look, the gold patterns on the side show reverence and respect for the wind god Barbatos. From this, we can conclude that Barbatos was very popular among his people in Mondstadt."

"stop."

Rosalyn's lips twitched slightly. "Can you say something useful?"

Everyone knows this, right? Who wouldn't love their own god?

After collecting clues for so long, this is all?

Su Ming said with a smile, "Then please look here."

Rosalyn looked at the spot Su Ming pointed to, where a pair of exquisite suspender stockings were displayed, exuding an air of luxury just by looking at them.

So, what does this have to do with seizing the heart of the wind god?

Does it matter?

Rosalind's smile grew even more amiable, though she already had the urge to slap her colleague to death.

"Don't worry."

"Can you feel the power of judgment within these stockings?"

"These stockings belong to the mysterious Princess of Judgment of Mondstadt. They are a powerful obstacle that is deeply hidden. After these days of investigation, it has also been discovered that she can use the stockings to summon the dark demon god of judgment, Oz."

Su Ming explained earnestly, his face full of sincerity and trust.

Rosalind was silent for a few seconds. She had never heard of any Princess of Judgment or any Daedric Oz in Mondstadt. This person must be lying to her.

"Your so-called collection of clues won't all end up being just stockings, will it?"

Rosalyn frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the situation. She then looked at the remaining "clues" in the hiding place, and as expected, they were all white stockings of various styles, and even white boots.

Isn't this too outrageous?

Rosalyn understood the insane behavior of her executive colleagues, but this level of audacity was truly unprecedented, and it was expected that in a short time, it would surpass Dotore's level of audacity to become the number one mentally ill person.

Is the hermit's mental state really alright? I remember he wasn't like this the last time we met.

Rosalyn fell into deep thought. She vaguely remembered that the Hermit was quite normal during the winter. Could it be that no one was suppressing the Hermit because Columbia was not around?

“I’m not interested in white stockings,” Rosalyn said, sitting down on the sofa. Her long, slender right leg was casually crossed over her left, and a faint chill emanated from the depths of her eyes.

"I need more accurate intelligence."

Rosalyn's icy gaze locked onto Su Ming. She didn't believe that this guy had really come up empty-handed all these days; the only clue was these white silks.

Su Ming's lips curled into a slight smile as he said calmly, "The Abyss Order will be making some moves recently."

"The Abyss Cult?"

A meaningful glint flashed in Rosalyn's eyes. "Is that so?"

She nodded slightly. This intelligence was valuable; before exposing the real target, a storm needed to be stirred up to cover it up.

Use this storm to take the first step toward the Queen's great goal: seize the Heart of the Wind God and deliver a triumphant return.

We will spare no effort to achieve this goal...

She has no past; her only purpose in life is to move forward for the Queen and to change the world.

Even if it goes against the grain of the world.

"Well done, it would be even better if you did it normally next time," Rosalyn casually picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What kind of wine is this?"

Rosalyn frowned slightly. She often tasted wine in the winter, but she had never tasted a wine with such a subtle flavor.

It has a light, slightly sweet snow lotus fragrance, but also a stronger body odor. It's not unpleasant to drink, just a bit strange.

"You mean this? This is a drink I made myself, called Chu Bai."

Su Ming hadn't expected Rosalin to take a sip on her own initiative; he could only say she had commendable courage. "The raw material is taken from the little nun's sacred white silk. Don't worry, I've thoroughly disinfected it."

"?"

Rosalyn didn't speak, but remained silent for a long time before taking another sip and finding it inexplicably delicious.

This has stumped Su Ming. Wait... does anyone actually like to soak white silk in alcohol?

Miss Rosalyn, your XP is quite unique.

"I'm going to prepare to implement the plan. Contact me at the hideout if anything happens."

Rosalyn took the bottle with her and waved to Su Ming before leaving, seemingly quite satisfied with the information.

Su Ming shrugged helplessly. Who knew that this guy was most interested in white silk brewing wine? No wonder he was the executor of the Fools' Clan, his main focus was on being different.

Chapter 078 She was the one who arrived first, how did it turn out like this!

"Oh, isn't this Miss Ling?"

Su Ming said with a teasing smile, and Lily of the Valley in front of the Goethe Hotel stamped her foot, lifted her white dress and ran over, but her posture was still a bit strange.

"Where did you go?" Linglan pouted, finally managing to tidy up the sheets and blankets so that Su Ming wouldn't notice the traces when he got home that night.

"Nothing much, I just chatted with my colleagues for a while."

Su Ming chuckled and glanced at Linglan's clothes, somewhat amazed. After all, Miss Linglan usually wore dark colors, or more accurately, mostly black, gray, and brown, and rarely wore bright colors.

Today's white lace dress makes her look exceptionally youthful and energetic, and the bare legs revealed beneath the dress exude health and vitality.

Wait, bare legs?

Su Ming frowned and looked up to meet Miss Linglan's determined gaze.

"Starting today, I'm going to correct your erroneous XP!"

Linglan's words were full of righteousness. Su Mingge could not be allowed to continue to be obsessed with white silk. If this continued, the Empress's mission this afternoon would be completely ruined!