The treasure thieves of Teyvat rob Shenhe

Just like a firefly

Can also shine a little light in the dark

No need to wait for the torch

If there is no torch after this

I am the only light.

Chapter 249 After the Thoughts Come to Light

That night, it rained heavily in Mondstadt.

It hasn't rained this hard for a long time.

Each raindrop was as big as a bean, hitting the houses, street lights, benches, and streets, making crackling sounds. The rain was pouring down, and the sound of urgent music was everywhere.

All that is left in the world is noise.

A small clinic in a civilian area.

The doctor was about to blow out the kerosene lamp and go back to the room to sleep.

There were knocks on the door.

The doctor was stunned for a moment.

If you still come to see a doctor at this time, it means that your illness is not small and it is very serious.

Logically, the doctor should open the door quickly, but he knew that residents in civilian areas usually could not afford treatment when they were seriously ill.

Over the years, every time the doctor encountered this situation, he would open the door and barely stabilize the patient's condition, but the other party could not even afford the first visit fee, let alone follow-up treatment.

But as always, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then ran over and opened the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a young girl carrying a little boy on her back.

"He has a fever!" Susan rushed into the clinic without the doctor's consent and said to the doctor anxiously, "Please save him!"

"Put it on the bed!"

Susan did as she was told.

The little boy was very thin, as light as a baby, and Susan felt no burden at all when carrying him on her back. When Susan put the little boy on the bed and she and the doctor observed Joniff, they realized how thin the child was.

He was so skinny that his exposed hands and feet were almost skin sticking to bones.

The doctor touched the little boy's sackcloth and said in surprise.

"How come you're not wet? It's raining so hard outside!"

Susan pursed her lips. She knew that it was the man who called himself Lin Ye who gave her a ball of black flame, like a burning umbrella, protecting them from the heavy rain.

The doctor touched the little boy's forehead again and found it was incredibly hot.

Without bothering to ask about the peculiarities between Susan and the little boy, the doctor hurried to find a syringe.

After a while of busy work, the doctor gave Jonif an injection of antipyretic and found some juice, which he fed to him through a straw.

In the continent of Teyvat, there is no technology to transfuse glucose.

"Due to long-term malnutrition and inflammation of the wound, it is raining heavily today and she has a high fever," the doctor said to Susan.

Susan nodded continuously, then took out a handful of Mora, not knowing how much, and wanted to hand it to the doctor.

The doctor waved his hand.

"Save it for the kid to eat. What's your relationship with him?"

Susan was silent for a while and said seriously.

“…They are all people who were rescued.”

doctor:??

Lin Ye shuttles through the noble area.

The dense rain fell towards the forest, but was evaporated before it got close. The reason was that the forest was covered with a raincoat made of black fire.

Lin Ye still chose to save the little boy and Susan.

The reason is actually very simple.

Lin Ye was fed up with the life of being restricted.

How can a person whose ideal is to be a traveler not care about freedom?

He does what Parsifal cannot do!

He saves those whom Parsifal could not save!

The little boy is about to die of fever, and Susan, who has been hiding for a long time, is about to be caught and punished...

Before the countdown ends.

The first night after Lin Ye came to Old Mond, Lin Ye experienced the little boy's hunger and Susan's numbness.

I also experienced Kreuzlid's confusion and Sorolla's stubbornness.

These people deeply hurt Lin Ye's heart.

For more than a month, Lin Ye played Parsifal and felt very depressed.

The person Miss Witch said she liked was the real Lin Ye.

Lin Ye suddenly realized.

He is not the chivalrous thief of the dark alley, not Parsifal, but Lin Ye, the partner of justice!

Lin Ye has never been afraid of challenges, so why would he put chains on himself?

Do what you want to do.

This is how Lin Ye decided to live in his second life, seeking enlightenment through one thought.

After asking Susan to carry Jonif to see a doctor, Lin Ye rushed to save the blindly confident Sorolla.

Sorolla was the man that Erberhard commissioned to assassinate Parsifal.

Lin Ye bet that Sorolla would go to Eberhart after returning.

As for where is Erberhardt?

Of course it is Parsifal's hometown.

Lin Ye sneaked into Imon Roka's castle.

Ordinary nobles are not qualified to build castles in Mondstadt, except for the three great nobles.

Similar to a medieval castle.

The tall castle was impregnable, with outer walls and hundreds of knights patrolling.

With Parsifal's memories, Lin Ye easily avoided the guards and reached Eberhart's room.

The luxurious corridor was brightly lit, but a little deserted, with the occasional sound of maids' footsteps.

Lin Ye stood in front of Eberhart's room and was about to open the door.

I heard a cold voice coming from behind.

"Master Parsifal, why are you here?"

Lin Ye turned around and saw Priscilla, Eberhardt's maid, the body that Eberhardt controlled when Lin Ye was in Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain.

Priscilla was extremely surprised to see Parsifal, but she did not show it on her face.

"Oh, I'm here to look for my brother. Is Erberhardt in the room?"

"No, the master is out."

"Where did you go?"

"I have no right to know that."

"Then I'll go in and wait for him."

"Master Parsifal! Even you have no right to enter the master's room at will."

"Priscilla, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No. That's not what I meant."

Lin Ye ignored him, opened the door and entered Eberhart's room.

…………

"Did you see your brother?"

"Ah."

"Will he leave Mond?"

"Will do."

"Good. Then you're of no use."

"Ah."

Erberhardt played with the royal hunting rifle and smiled at Sorolla.

"Do you remember this gun? I found the best craftsman to make it privately. Nobles have always regarded guns as crude weapons, but I know that guns are the most suitable weapons for me. Sorolla, your gun skills are also the most suitable fighting style for me."

"Seeking a one-shot kill, seeking assassination."

“On my way forward, many people blocked my way and made me feel distressed. But in the end, they all turned into dry bones.”

"Ah."

"You are still useful."

"Everyone hates witches and thinks they are evil. If I betray you, I can kill you in the name of a hero."

"If I do that, my reputation will improve again."

"Ah."

"You've been with me for so long, you know my goals well enough. Reputation, that's enough for me."

"For nobles who value bloodline, pure bloodline is more important than reputation. Otherwise, Buck from the Lawrence family would not have been the only heir."

“Ahead of me were my brother and Uncle Ingobert,” Erberhardt said.

If the head of the family ascends to heaven, it is normal for the eldest son to inherit.

An illegitimate child who does not have a surname is not qualified to be an heir no matter how favored he is.

Therefore, if there is no son, the younger brother will inherit the elder brother's business.

Therefore, Ingobert was the second biggest enemy of Erberhart in becoming the head of the Imon Loka family.

What to do with Ingobert.

Erberhardt had the answer in mind.

Just as Eberhardt was having a "heart-to-heart talk" with Sorolla, he heard a slight vibration in the secret room, which was a signal from Priscilla.

Is there something going on up there?

Eberhardt put down the royal hunting rifle and asked Sorolla to stay here while he went up to check.

Chapter 250 Take her away!

Unlike other nobles' rooms, which were lavishly decorated with all kinds of rare items, Eberhardt's living room was simple and clean, in line with his personality.

In addition to the various honorary trophies placed on the counter, they are the winning prizes from various aristocratic competitions.

Lin Ye sat casually on a chair, looking at Priscilla standing in front of him with a smile.

At this moment, Priscilla regained her composure. She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, lowered her head slightly, and maintained the attitude of a qualified maid.

"How long have you been serving my brother?"

"Seven years."