I traveled through Genshin Impact, and there was a chat group.

"enough."

"I love so much."

Severus was taken aback, and the next second, the wrinkles on his brows smoothed out.

In my memory, Severus always looked like he had a deep-seated grudge, and the sternness on his face could never be erased.

It was as if everyone owed him millions of Mora.

But today, Siever is smiling.

Sunlight shone on Severn's silver hair, making it gleam with a golden light.

Every wrinkle and every hair on his face seemed to be smiling.

This little old man protected Sivir in his own way, even though he himself didn't actually have much power.

But he still went without hesitation, grabbed Sylvie, stole a camel cart, and drove her to the desert.

He doesn't have the Eye of God, nor has he received any formal training.

He was driven solely by passion.

Six years ago, a disheartened Silver saw that ambitious paper.

Ten-year-old Sivir crossed the desert to reach the Church House, just to demonstrate her talents.

However, because of his identity as a desert child, he was disliked by the other mentors.

Siever saw in the boy's paper the ambition to change Sumeru. Perhaps it was the similarity of their names that brought them together, or perhaps the boy's spirit rekindled the fire in the old man's heart.

"If no one else will take it, I will!"

Severn resolutely transferred Severn to his own name.

Today it is today.

The sun gradually set.

The boy and the old man got back into the camel cart and resumed their journey to Aru.

The two men's laughter and curses echoed through the desert, carrying far and wide.

Chapter 49 With a loud bang, the house exploded into a riot of colors.

at the same time.

Winter has arrived.

A man wearing a bird-beak mask glanced toward where the executives were having their meeting.

Without a doubt, this person is Dottore, the slice that rushed back from Sumeru.

At this moment, the clown is carrying the slice of Dr. Zhidong and discussing the construction work of Zhidong with the rich man and Mr. Rooster.

This is a great opportunity.

Dotole wrote a long note, then, carrying several dangerous items, he headed off in the direction he was looking.

Sandonne, who had just finished a tea party, led Columbia, who was eating bread, to the door. She looked curiously in the direction Dotole had left, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

What is that guy Dotore up to now?

Forget it.

Ignore him.

Pronia pushed open the door, and Colombia and Sandoni immediately found their seats and sat down.

The clown didn't care about the two's sudden intrusion; he just kept watching the rooster Puccinira ask the rich man Pantalone for money.

"Pantalogne, where's the money?!"

"Salaries have all been paid. Recently, the bank is short of funds, so please wait a while, Mr. Rooster."

"Wait, wait... I've been waiting for this money for a whole month!"

The clown only found the two people noisy and disruptive. He looked at the girl and the puppet; one was sleeping on the long table, while the other was engrossed in his research.

For a moment, the clown fell even more silent.

Couldn't we find someone more composed and efficient?

Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside, startling everyone!

The arguing between the rich man and the rooster abruptly stopped, and Dotole, who was watching the scene unfold, suddenly chuckled.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Dotole.

"Dottore, has your experiment gone wrong again?"

Sandone handed the pen and paper to Puccinira and glanced at Dotole.

"No, I just suddenly found the way the rich man and Mr. Rooster abruptly stopped quite amusing."

"interesting?"

The rooster frowned, exchanged a glance with the rich man, and then flicked his sleeve!

"Humph."

Jester Piero stood up from his seat. It seemed these two were going to argue for a while. Let's go see what's going on.

Dotole followed the clown with great interest.

Sandoni glanced at Columbia, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Columbia suddenly appeared behind Sandonne.

"Sandonie, do you want to go see it?"

Sandoni shuddered.

"I don't want to go!"

"But I want to go."

"Then go ahead!"

"Shall we go together?"

Sandonne's eyelids twitched as she carefully examined the closed-eyed Columbia: "Tsk, troublesome."

"Pronia, let's go."

The two sat on Pronia, slowly hanging behind Dotole and the clown.

When he arrived at the site of the explosion, Sandonne's eyes widened.

The explosion occurred right in front of Piero the Clown's house!

The clown was clutching a piece of paper with a sentence written on it.

Want to know why I blew up your house?

Then let's go to Sumeru.

I left all the answers in Sumeru.

Oh, don't try to ask me about the slices I left at the winter solstice; he knows nothing about them.

Dottorelli.

The clown's expression remained calm, seemingly unmoved. Meanwhile, Columbia and Sandonia, using Pronia's height, were able to read the words on the note.

"Pfft."

Sandoni couldn't hold back.

But in an instant, Sandonne suppressed a laugh and quickly looked away.

"Sandogne, you smiled."

"I don't!"

"But I heard it."

"Annoying, you misheard me!"

"Oh."

Columbia raised her hand and poked Sandonne's cheek, and Sandonne quickly dodged away.

"Columbia! Don't touch me!!!"

The clown remained silent, simply turning around and looking at the Dotole slices present.

Dotole quickly shifted the blame.

"Oh, don't ask me, didn't he already say that I don't know anything?"

"But I didn't show you what was on the note."

The clown Piero's steady voice rang out, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

As a former court mage of Kanria, deceiving someone was quite easy for him.

When Piero discovered what was written on the note, he simply ignored it.

He didn't want Dotole to see it, so Dotole naturally couldn't see it.

But Dotole now clearly knows what's written on that note.

Dotole was sitting in the conference room having a meeting, and the ink on the note was still wet, so it was obviously freshly written.

How did he know what was written on the note?

"You'd better give me an explanation."

Dotole stopped talking and looked away.

He was determined to carry out the premise that he knew nothing to the very end.

The clown saw that Totole remained silent, and in the end, all that remained was a sigh.

Ugh.