In Teyvat, it all begins with rescuing the grass god.

Dixia is arguing with a guest.

She had to hurry and find Rod.

Inside the door, neither Dixia nor Kusera were watching what she was doing.

It was just because of that yelling from her daughter.

Kucera's body trembled uncontrollably.

a long time.

His face suddenly darkened, and he seemed to have lost all his energy. He weakly uttered a few words: "Okay, I'll go."

Say it.

He walked mechanically, limping towards the door, as if he were about to die.

I watched Kucera's retreating figure.

For some reason, Dixia felt a sudden pang of reluctance.

She reached out her hand, trying to call out to Kucera.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say them.

Coincidentally.

Just as Kusela was about to leave, Rod's voice rang out from outside the door again: "Hey, Uncle, where are you going? You've come all this way, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The voice fell.

Rod pulled Kucera by the hand, and no matter how unwilling Kucera was, she couldn't break free of his grip and could only watch helplessly as she was forcibly dragged back.

“Dixia, you too.”

"Your father only comes to see you once in a long time, how can you just watch him leave like this?"

"Really, what kind of daughter are you?"

After complaining for a while, Rod pushed Kusela in front of Dixia and then took the vegetables and meat he had bought to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

"that."

"Dixia".

Kucera spoke awkwardly.

"Do not talk to me."

"Hurry up and leave after you finish this meal."

Dixia ignored Kusela.

However, she did not leave.

She knew very well that given Rhodes's personality, since he had just said he would leave Kusela behind, if she went out now, she would definitely be dragged back.

So I decided not to go out at all.

At worst, I'll just stop talking to Kousela.

This awkward and strange atmosphere continued until Rod shouted, "Dinner's ready!"

No matter how unwilling you are.

Desia brought Kusera to the dinner table anyway.

And so a bizarre scene unfolded in Rod's house.

These past few days, Adbay has been engrossed in new knowledge. He's holding a bound lab report in one hand and haphazardly scooping food from the dishes in front of him with a spoon in the other, stuffing whatever's in his mouth. He's oblivious to what others are saying, and he doesn't even notice that there's someone else here.

Meanwhile, Cole cautiously hunched over, secretly observing the situation, glancing left and right as she ate, afraid that Dixia would get angry again.

Of course.

With so many people around, Dixia naturally wouldn't spoil the atmosphere. At most, she would just stay silent and drink alone, looking rather sullen.

As for why she was so unhappy.

It's not just because of the addition of Kucera, but also because of Rhodes, that overly enthusiastic bastard.

This guy is usually quite good at reading people.

Why are you acting like you're blind today?

Even though he was already making that face, he was still chatting and laughing with Kousera. Even if Kousera ignored him, he could still talk to himself and laugh.

It's so annoying!

Rhodes's lavish hospitality was too much for Kucera to handle.

Even though he had tried his best to say he didn't want to drink, Rod still managed to get him drunk.

When he woke up again, the moon was already hanging in the sky.

He tiptoed out of bed, rubbed his still-aching head, and then got up and walked towards the door.

Kucera is quite skilled.

Despite having one leg broken, he didn't make a sound and easily jumped over the wall.

Before leaving.

He turned around and looked deeply into Rhodes' house, his expression shifting between sadness and joy.

At last.

He sighed heavily and walked alone and forlorn into the depths of the desert.

But he hadn't gone very far.

Then he heard the sound he least wanted to hear.

"Uncle Kucera, where are you going so late at night?"

"The legacy of the God-King?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 100 Crimson King's Messenger?

The legacy of the God-King?

Upon hearing the name, Kusela's expression immediately changed. With a clang, he gripped the scimitar at his waist and gritted his teeth, saying, "You are a descendant of the God-King?"

"Don't be so sensitive."

Rhodes waved his hand, signaling Kusera to calm down: "If I were a member of the God-King's Legacy, I would have broken your good leg by now."

"."

That sounded reasonable. Kusera paused for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in approaching Dixia?"

They are not descendants of the God-King.

Yet he is so familiar with his entanglement with the legacy of the God-King.

What exactly does this friend that Dixia is talking about do? Is he a mercenary? But judging from his manner of speaking, he seems like a villager.

What Rhodes said next caused Kusela's expression to change drastically in an instant.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"It's just that I know a little bit more than others."

Rod pinched his fingers together and made a gesture, then said, "For example, Mr. Kusela, Dixia's adoptive father."

That's what he called "foster father".

This completely shattered Kucera's defenses.

He kept this a secret from Desia for over twenty years, not even from his brothers in the group who were as close as family. How could someone like Rhodes, who had never had any contact with him, know about it?

"Who exactly are you?!"

"Why do you know this!"

With her deepest secret exposed, Kucera lunged forward and grabbed Rod's collar, her movements so agile that she didn't seem like someone with a broken leg at all.

He roared like a madman, "What is your purpose in approaching Dixia?!"

Rhodes did not break free, but mysteriously raised his chin, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, his expression becoming like that of a charlatan: "Your every move is under the Red King's watchful eye."

Red King! ?

Kucera's expression immediately changed, and he asked with surprise and uncertainty.

"King Chichi!"

"Could it be... you... you..."

"You are also a follower of Lord Red King?"

Upon hearing the words "Crimson King's followers."

Rhodes chuckled and said dismissively, "A believer? Have you ever seen a Red King believer like me?"

Say it.

A grass-green light emanated from Rhodes, a holy radiance from the gods, which almost made Kusela, who was bathed in it, kneel down and worship.

Seeing Kusela's eyes widen suddenly as if she was about to say something, Rhodes raised a finger, smiled, and whispered, "Shh, watch your words."

"Oh, oh!"

Completely misunderstanding Rhodes' identity, Kusera was at a loss and became increasingly agitated: "Um, um, Divine Envoy, would the Crimson King even care about a nobody like me?"

"Nobody?"

"Ah--"

“Every child of the desert is a child of the Red King. Even if you are just a drop in the ocean among them, who wouldn’t care about their own child?”

At this moment, under the shroud of holy divine power, Rhodes truly resembled a genuine charlatan.