Original God, I am the only designated Red King God Envoy of Xumi

"I really can't stand that Nafis. Every time I go to bring him food, he scolds me! The problem is that I can't teach him a lesson!" A young guard slapped his thigh to vent his resentment.

"Who isn't? I used to scold him too. It's been better since you came. Back in the beginning, the old man had a lot more energy and scolded even more harshly!" A guard who was older in both seniority and age patted the younger guard on the shoulder. "Just bear with it, it will pass. You can't hit him, so what else can you do?"

"...That's right." The young guard lost his temper in an instant. The other guards just nodded silently at the discussion between the two. They had all experienced being scolded.

Nafis, a sage of the Assumption School, is notorious for his hot temper. Now he is imprisoned here by force. Naturally, he will not give a good face to the lackeys who are guarding him. The few guards present have basically been scolded by him.

At first, the guards were at least respectful towards the sage of the Life Theory School, but now they are too lazy to maintain any superficial respect.

"The old man didn't eat the meal sent to him today, right?" The guard who had been keeping silent spoke up. He looked at his companions around him. For a moment, several guards looked at each other, but no one knew the answer.

"...I'll go and take a look this time, it will be your turn next time." The guard who raised this question sighed, and took on this heavy responsibility under the gaze of everyone. He walked out of the small compartment and slowly came to the compartment where Nafis was imprisoned. At this time, the light in the compartment was on, and the guard did not dare to make any noise. He walked lightly and leaned on the window to look inside.

But this look was shocking. The old man, who looked a little weak, was holding a bowl of rice in his hand, and he looked ready for battle. When he saw the guard showing up, he threw the bowl of rice away.

Nafis had a very good aim, and the blow was very accurate. The guard fell heavily to the ground in pain, holding his tailbone and wailing in agony. The soup stuck to his face and clothes, and some of it even went into his clothes through the collar. Fortunately, it was cold now, otherwise it would not only be uncomfortable but also painful.

"F**k you!! Old man, I'm gonna kill you!" The guard staggered to his feet, shouting furiously into the cubicle. He kicked the iron door hard, but the kick injured his tailbone, causing him to cry out in pain again.

The other guards rushed out when they heard the noise. The older guard obviously understood the ways of the world better. He immediately stepped forward, and without caring whether the injured guard was clean or not, he helped him up and took him a few steps out.

Nafis in the compartment laughed uncontrollably at the screams outside the door, and then came the verbal abuse that the guards were all too familiar with. For a moment, all the guards present frowned.

"Newcomer, go boil a bucket of water and wash him later! And Ah Yang, go prepare some plaster for the injuries!" With that, the old guard helped the injured guard out. After a few steps, he turned back and warned the remaining guards, "After all, this old man is a sage. Don't be impulsive! Otherwise, if the great sage blames us, we won't be able to bear it."

The old guard was obviously very prestigious among the group. The new guard and A Yang immediately set off and made preparations according to what he said. Although the other guards were quite angry about this matter, they finally obeyed the old guard's warning.

They let Nafis waste his breath and curse them, and returned to the compartment in silence. The old guard prepared a new set of clothes and a large towel for the injured guard to wipe his body.

"Hiss... Thank you, Brother Hong." The injured guard sat down carefully, with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, and was wiping the leftovers on his body with the wet towel.

"No need to thank me. You know what this old man is like. Be careful next time." The old guard patted the injured guard's shoulder. "More people may be sent here soon—those who refuse to join. If you don't learn to be careful, you may suffer greater injuries in the future."

"Well, but Brother Hong, you said that it's okay to kill this old man. As a sage of the Shenglun School, he can't be killed easily, but why doesn't the Great Sage just eliminate the rest of them? If they are all put here... it will be quite troublesome." The injured guard sighed and asked the question in his heart.

"Hey! Don't speak ill of the great sage! Just say these words to me, but don't tell anyone else—never speak ill of others." The old guard sternly warned the injured guard, "The hot water will be ready soon. Wash yourself well and I'll get you the ointment."

"Yeah! Thank you, Brother Hong!" The injured guard nodded. He watched the old guard slowly go away with deep gratitude in his eyes.

The old guard, with his back to the guard in hand, took a few steps and sighed imperceptibly. He had no idea what the great sage was thinking. But what could a man like him, over fifty years old and still neither high nor low, do? He could just be a useful tool and maybe even earn some soup.

The storm ended like this, and soon the guards gathered in the compartment again. They started playing cards, but no one knew that someone in the dark had seen all of this.

"The Great Sage's future private prison... that's quite a good plan." Amber observed the ruins before her. They were indeed extremely well hidden, but unfortunately they weren't deep enough to escape Amber's perception. Now, after some renovations, they were indeed a good hiding place.

Seeing that the guards had returned to the cell, Amber did not delay any longer. She walked slowly to the cell where Nafis was imprisoned, without making any sound like a cat. After arriving outside the door, Amber waved her hand slightly, and with a faint flash of dark gold, her body disappeared outside the door.

Short-distance teleportation is one of the applications that Amber has mastered, but the movable distance is too short. She can achieve the same or even greater effect in the same amount of time as the normal teleportation by simply using speed. Therefore, it is usually only used when crossing some obstacles.

“……?!” Nafis was shocked to see a living person suddenly appear in the cell. He was about to shout, but Amber grabbed his throat directly. According to Amber’s experience, covering the mouth directly in this situation would have no effect and would make it easier to be bitten. In comparison, it was more appropriate to attack the throat with appropriate force.

"Don't make any noise. I am a friend of your student Tinari." Amber said this quickly, then let go of Nafis' throat. At the same time, she was ready to strangle Nafis' throat again.

"...Cough, huh." Nafis obviously heard Amber's words. Although she was still half-believing and half-doubting, she cooperated with Amber for the time being. Amber's appearance in the cell openly was naturally to confirm that there was no surveillance device in it, otherwise she would not be so reckless.

Nafis is an old scholar whose character can be seen from his face. He has drooping eyes and eyebrows that look angry at first glance, as if he is always shrouded in an inexplicable anger. However, Nafis's condition is not very good at the moment. He looks much thinner and a little weak.

But his usual conversation was quite normal. After looking at Amber for a few times, he spoke: "You said you knew Tinari? How can you prove it? And what is your purpose in coming here?"

"You should know the paper on the dualism of mind and body that Tinari co-authored with others, and I am one of the co-signers. You can call me Nefi." Amber took off her hood and showed her face to Nafis. In order to be ready for action, she chose a hooded coat that was windproof, waterproof, dustproof and dirt-resistant.

"This appearance... yes, it is indeed the star of the Sulun School." After confirming Amber's identity, Nafis slowly walked to the bed and sat down. In this room, only this metal bed was intact, and the other furniture was somewhat damaged.

"How did you find this place? Did Tinari ask you to come?" Nafis asked several questions in a row, and Amber signaled Nafis not to be anxious. She organized her words a little and explained the reason to Nafis.

"...You're collecting evidence of the sages' crimes—I'm afraid it's useless." After hearing Amber's words, Nafis expressed pessimism about Amber's idea. "It was the Great Sage who did these things, as well as the other three sages besides Khawaja and me. As much as I hate to admit it, unfortunately, Xumi has nothing to judge them at the moment."

"Don't worry too much about that. I'm not collecting this to use the power of the Disciplinary Officer to judge them." Amber chuckled. "After all... you can't expect the decree to take effect on these people. I need to put a sword to their throats, and then the decree will truly exist."

"Good!" Nafis affirmed Amber's words, his eyes full of admiration. "I don't know if you're just bragging, but your courage is worth commending."

"Don't be so excited... otherwise it will be bad if the guards are attracted here." Amber reminded helplessly, but Nafis gestured to Amber to be at ease after hearing this.

"Those guards have been scared by my scolding for a long time. The compartment they usually stay in is quite far from here. Besides, this room has nothing good except sound insulation - the walls are very thick." Nafis knocked on the wall. It was precisely because of the thickness of the stone wall that he had no tricks to escape. For a moment, his action seemed to be a bit of a joke.

"It's obvious that you haven't had a good time recently." Amber shook her head. "Tell me about your experience? Then we can discuss other things."

"Yeah." Nafis nodded and told the story of his experiences during this period.

Consistent with what Amber knew, Nafis received an invitation from the Great Sage, but was imprisoned here after refusing it. During his time here, he would occasionally scold the guards as entertainment, and go on a hunger strike as a protest - of course, he would still eat when he was really starving. He also hoped that one day he would get out of here and punch the Great Sage, and he could not die before that.

"Haha, you don't know the expression on that guy's face just now." Nafis described the appearance of the guard to Amber. It was obvious that he had been holding it in for a long time, and for a moment he seemed to be talking incessantly.

Amber didn't interrupt. Since they had plenty of time anyway, it wouldn't hurt to listen - as long as it could last within an hour.

Chapter 75: Wrongful Conviction

Nafis spoke enthusiastically for more than ten minutes, but this sudden enthusiasm eventually died down. As silence fell between the two of them, Nafis sighed deeply.

"...Alas, I don't know what the situation is like outside now." Nafis frowned. After his anger and passion faded away, only loss remained in his words.

"As for the current Xumi City... there's nothing big going on. However, the sages have launched a project called the 'Void Terminal Popularization Plan'. Now anyone who has entered Xumi City can get their own void device." Amber explained to Nafis, who became more serious after hearing this.

"They really are determined to have their own way... That's right, otherwise why would they lock me up here." Nafis waved his hand, his words tinged with anger, but his body was relatively weak at the moment, and he could no longer withstand frequent outbursts of rage. Therefore, he tried to control his emotions, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Nafis was silent for a moment, then looked at Amber again: "Miss Nafi, how much do you know about the plans of those sages behind this matter?"

"I think I know quite a lot." Amber's lips curled slightly. Facing this question, she did not intend to hide anything and told him everything she knew.

"It seems you're well-informed." Nafis nodded, feeling slightly relieved. This was one of the few good news he'd gotten so far. "Since you've come to me, you must be here to confirm something, right? Don't waste any more time, just ask directly."

Regarding Amber's purpose, Nafis immediately ruled out the possibility of "rescuing him". If he was rescued, the great sage would definitely find something wrong, and it would be very troublesome to do anything at that time.

"I already have solid evidence of Azar and the Sulun sage's crimes. I've also confirmed that you and Khawaja are unrelated. But as for the remaining two sages... I want to know if they were involved, and what their responsibilities were."

"I only know part of this." Nafis paused for a moment and sorted out his words.

In the next ten minutes, he told everything he knew, and Amber used tools to record it, which would also become part of the evidence.

According to Nafis, apart from him and Khawaja, the other sages were clearly involved in it. Among them, Azar, who came from the Minglun school, was responsible for the management of the entire plan, and the Yinlun school jointly undertook the data calculations. The Miaolun school cooperated with the Sulun school to be responsible for most of the projects in the plan, and was also responsible for logistics.

This is just the general aspect. Nafis only knows part of the more detailed things, but it still gives some direction.

Amber also asked Nafis about his understanding of the void, and the result was as Amber expected - on the surface, only Azar understood the void, and in fact, no one knew the void better than Azar.

The Void is Nashida's power, but at present she can only use it to a certain extent, and more authority is still controlled by Azar.

For example, the Knowledge Hidden Day is a day once a month when new knowledge needs to be recorded into the void. Every time the knowledge needs to be recorded, it takes one person a long time to be busy. But even so, Azar has always done it himself in order to ensure absolute control in this area.

——At present, judging from the degree of conviction and reliance of the people in Xumi City on the void device, whoever controls the void is equivalent to controlling the people's thoughts. As long as some personal remarks are spread into the void, these personal remarks will be followed as the truth.

"In that case... I'll have to put in a little more effort." Amber sighed slightly. "I've been here for too long. I need to hurry back. According to my calculations, the decisive battle will be in about half a year. If we win then, I will arrange for someone to rescue you immediately."

"Well, I wish you success." Nafis waved his hand. He had seen the current situation early on and was not surprised by Amber's choice. He turned around and walked to the bed. In the time it took him to turn around, Amber had already arrived outside the cell and was walking slowly towards the ruins.

About two or three minutes later, the guards started a new round of patrols. They had come once before during the conversation between the two men. In Nafis's memory, they were very diligent in patrolling at the beginning, but as his scolding became more and more harsh and fierce, and there was no risk at all, they became passive and lazy, as if they were trying to avoid Nafis.

"Hazard's lackey! Come here, I have something to say!" When the guard came near the compartment, Nafis spoke towards the window. The guard outside the cell was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then slowly popped his head out from the window. He looked very reluctant and at the same time very alert.

"Damn it, I get mad just seeing you guys!" Nafis spoke again in the face of the guard's "here we go again" expression, but when the guard was waiting for Nafis's next words which would surely be mixed with swear words, Nafis took a deep breath to suppress his surging emotions, which made the guard's eyes widen.

"I'm tired of scolding you every day. I'm so bored here all day long, almost like dying. Why don't we both take a step back? You get me some books and fitness equipment, and I won't make things difficult for you anymore." Nafis waved his hand, as if he had made a huge concession.

These words, however, actually brightened the guard's face—God knows what life was like before! They were scolded daily, but because he was a sage, they couldn't teach him a lesson. They even had to meticulously care for his health, lest any problems arise and the great sage would blame them. They were caught in the middle, feeling miserable and unnatural.

"Oh my god...oh my god, oh my god!" The guard was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment. "Sage, you are finally willing to spare us poor little bugs!"

There were even tears in the guards' eyes. Logically speaking, they were just a group of low-level guards who followed orders. At most, only the old guard had a higher status. He came here because he believed the lies of a researcher who worked under the sage - his cousin.

At first I thought it was a really good job, but when I got here I found out what was going on. Now I can’t leave, and it’s very uncomfortable to stay. Now the biggest source of my discomfort has chosen to step back. Is there any better news than this?

"I don't have time to listen to your complaints. Just tell me whether you agree or not." Nafis's words were full of impatience. The guard nodded repeatedly when he heard it. He said that he was willing, but he still had to ask the captain for permission. As he spoke, he trotted to the compartment where the other guards were. A moment later, the old guard came here with a few people.

"Sage," the old guard said respectfully, "I've heard your request. We can immediately provide you with fitness equipment, but you need to explain why you want it. As for the books, I'll need to consult my superiors. For now..."

The old guard thought for a moment. He looked at his brothers, who were almost driven crazy by this abusive sage, and finally relented. "...I can give you a copy first. You can read it first. I will do my best to make you happy later. How about that?"

"Alright." Nafis was too lazy to argue with these people. "As for what the fitness equipment is for—of course, it's to help me build up a good physique! When I get out, I'm going to beat up that old bastard Hazard! At the very least, I'll die of old age a few years later than he does!"

Nafis was quite excited for a moment, and his aura made several guards tremble subconsciously. As for these remarks... they were quite consistent with Nafis's usual style.

"...I will report your request truthfully to my superiors, sage." The old guard saluted respectfully to Nafis, and then instructed the people around him to prepare the equipment, but he still kept a note of caution - in order to prevent Nafis from trying to escape from prison using these equipment, the equipment must be inspected by him, and the patrols must be restored to their original frequency and system.

After handing over the short-term management work to a trustworthy person around him, the old guard packed up a little and rushed to Xumi City alone. After several rounds of communication, his news finally reached the hands of the great sage.

"This Nafis is quite leisurely and elegant." Hazard stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in his exclusive office with his hands behind his back, listening to the report from his assistant behind him. He did not make any comment in the face of Nafis's rather offensive words in the report, and looked as if he didn't care at all.

"Great Sage, Sage Alphis is so rude...don't you need to arrange someone to teach him a lesson?" The assistant raised his doubts, and Azar was probably in a good mood. Facing the assistant's questions, he smiled and patiently gave answers.

"Now, soon, I will accomplish an unprecedented feat. In the face of such achievement, why should I care about these trivial slanders?" Hazard stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed into slits. The recent progress in the experiment made him extremely happy. "He's just a short-sighted prisoner. It's not worth getting angry about it."

"Great Sage, you are wise." The assistant had no intention of understanding Azar's meaning. He knew that the compliment was enough at this moment. "So, regarding the request of Sage Alphis... what are your plans?"

"Ha, let's just grant his pathetic request." Hazard waved his hand. "Within a year, he'll be regretting his shortsightedness in not accepting my invitation."

"Yes! Great Sage!" The assistant who received the order saluted Azar. He was about to turn around and leave to take care of this matter, but was stopped by Azar.

"Wait a minute, how is Setale, the very talented scholar of the Sand People, whom I placed in your department, doing now?" Azar narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Your Excellency, within the department, she has displayed immense enthusiasm for the project, like a scholar on the path of truth. I've experienced this feeling myself, and that kind of motivation doesn't seem fake."

"Oh, Alphis should really take a good look at this—that's what wisdom is! He really should step down from his position as sage and replace him with someone as intelligent as this!" Azar's words were tinged with sarcasm, yet also with a touch of pity. "Test her briefly. If there's nothing wrong with her, include her in the core team—people like her are crucial right now."

"As ordered!"

Chapter 76: The Third Turn

"Traveler, this day has finally arrived - thank you for your willingness to accompany me to visit the scenery of Liyue." On the Death Star, Wan Ye held a knife in his arms and stood side by side with Ying at the bow, looking towards the other side of the Solitary Cloud Pavilion, in the direction of the Kingdom of Thunder.

"What's there to thank me for? Strictly speaking, we are in a relationship of mutual help - didn't you also teach me your swordsmanship?" Ying was very nonchalant about Wan Ye's gratitude. She waved her hand to signal Wan Ye to rest assured.

"Then I will accept these kindnesses with peace of mind." Wan Ye's face showed a rare clear smile, just like his divine eyes - in the past, he always seemed to be shrouded in some dark clouds, but now he has become more spirited, which is in line with the appearance of such a handsome young man.

"But our destination of this trip, Inazuma... is not a good place. Once you get there, Ying, you might encounter all kinds of troubles that are much more dangerous than the previous Mondstadt or even Liyue." There was some worry in Wan Ye's words. He had previously mentioned the dangers of Inazuma to Ying.

A series of chaos such as war, pollution, resource shortage, and rampant vagrants have jointly created Inazuma, which is probably the most chaotic among the seven countries.

"Manye, don't worry so much. Ying is a very capable fighter!" Paimon put her hands on her hips. Although she was talking about Ying, she puffed out her chest with pride. "Don't forget the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament before. In the end, Captain Beidou personally took the field. Wasn't Ying the winner there?"

"...Paimon." Ying held his forehead and shook his head when he heard that. Wan Ye was also amused by Paimon, but compared to Ying, Wan Ye still explained.

The Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament was a unique martial arts tournament held at the Solitary Cloud Pavilion half a month after the reconstruction of the Qun Yu Pavilion and when the Death Star docked. Beidou provided the prize money out of his own pocket, which attracted many people - the important thing was not the prize money, but the opportunity to show up in front of the "Dragon King" Beidou. If you were noticed by her and boarded the Southern Cross fleet, would you still be worried about not being successful in the future?

Although the martial arts competition was actually to capture someone, it didn't matter. Ying was invited to participate in it, and she won the first place after overcoming all obstacles. After successfully getting the prize, Beidou was probably aroused by the fight and proposed a non-interest-related competition to Ying. Ying agreed with the idea of ​​seeing the strength of the Dragon King.

"Even though Big Sister admitted she was defeated by Ying, that doesn't mean Ying is stronger than Big Sister, right? In that match, Ying used elemental power, while Big Sister didn't use any of it the entire time. She just casually swung her sword—she only used about 40% of her strength."

"Forty percent strength?!" Paimon's eyes widened. "Then how strong would it be if it was at full strength?"

"--Probably enough to cut a small hill in half with one strike?" Wan Ye's lips curled slightly, with the intention of scaring Paimon, but his words were not false. The full-strength strike of the Dragon King Beidou did have the power to split a mountain.

"So strong!?!" Paimon covered his heart with his hands, looking scared again.

"However, Ying currently has about 60% of the strength of the big sister, which is already a very remarkable master among ordinary people." Wan Ye spread his hands. This evaluation was recognized by Ying. After the battle with Tartaglia, Ying finally understood how much weaker her current strength was compared to the original one.

"But it doesn't matter." Ying looked in the direction of Inazuma, "I will soon obtain the power of thunder. If I meet Tartaglia again then, it's hard to say who will win."

"What are you guys talking about?" Beidou held the wine jug, took a sip, and slowly walked to the bow of the boat.

"We were talking about the fight with you, Beidou. Wanye said you could split a small hill. Is that true?" Paimon flew to Beidou's side and circled around him while talking. She really couldn't figure out how Beidou had developed such strength.

"Haha, it's not as exaggerated as Manye said." Beidou laughed. She waved her hands casually, her every move showing her heroic spirit. "It can only be enough to split the Death Star in half from beginning to end."

"Hey, hey! This is no different from splitting a mountain!" Paimon used her ability to complain, and Beidou just waved her hand again, indicating that it was boring for Paimon to care so much.

"Ha..." Beidou took another sip, then covered the flask and put it away carefully. "We're almost ready to set off. I can't drink any more. If I drink too much, I won't be able to steer the ship."

"Ying, Manye, get ready. I'll go and inform the brothers to get ready for departure." After he finished speaking, Beidou strode down the bow to notify the rest of the crew on board. After hearing the news, this battle-hardened ship and its battle-hardened crew members made preparations in a very short time.

Dozens of large and small anchors that were used to prevent the ship from drifting with the waves were pulled up together and stored in the cabin. As the sails were hoisted, several large wooden wheels at the rear of the ship, which were shaped like water wheels, turned. The entire ship moved towards Inazuma in a mighty manner. From a distance, it looked like the legendary sea monster.

Someone shouted, and a powerful fisherman's song was sung together, and the huge sound waves echoed on the Death Star.

Ying held onto the wooden railing and gazed into the distance. She was initially quite curious about such a trip—a state that lasted until several hours later.

Facing the unchanging sea scenery in front of her, Ying sighed deeply. For a moment, she felt that the sea that originally looked so refreshing now seemed empty.

"Feeling bored, right? This is what it's like when you go out to sea on a normal day. There aren't so many thrilling adventures. Doing nothing is the norm." Wan Ye stood at the bow, listening to the wind and watching the clouds while talking to Ying.

"How does Wan Ye usually relieve his boredom?" Paimon leaned forward slightly, his words full of curiosity. Wan Ye smiled when he heard this, and he shook his head.

"I'm not bored. The scenery before me seems unchanging to ordinary people, but it's not the case to me. I can hear every turn and change of the wind, and the same goes for the clouds in the sky. Their changes will also cause changes on the sea."