The morning time was very pleasant.
Being with little Yoimiya was a completely new experience. This child knew her boundaries well; even at a young age, she already showed signs of the gentle and cheerful personality she would have when she grew up.
By the time noon arrived, the old uncle reluctantly patted little Yoimiya on the head one last time.
Sigh, old uncle me has to go get crowned king now. Little Yoimiya, please don't ever start calling me something like "my lord" the way Lu Xun's Runtu did.
The old uncle set off on his journey to the Adventurers' Guild.
If his identity had truly been exposed, the Adventurers' Guild would be the first to receive the news.
Never underestimate the Adventurers' Guild's intelligence-gathering capabilities!
Speaking of which, it reminded him of something.
The issue of distance between people.
He recalled that in his previous life, there was an anime male protagonist who said he hated gentle people.
Because gentle people are gentle to everyone, it's easy for sensitive individuals to develop the misconception that "she treats me differently." Then, when they realize they aren't special after all, they get hurt.
Hmm... how should I put it?
That's true, but the old uncle still preferred to treat others with as much kindness and gentleness as possible.
The world has never actually been that beautiful. It's just that people like to decorate it with beauty, and that's why the world becomes beautiful.
The old uncle walked up to Katherine. If his guess about his exposure was correct, Katherine should be ready to transfer a large sum to him right now.
"Ad Astra Abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurers' Guild. Honored adventurer, you have a large amount of Mora incoming. Would you like to settle the account? This amount is quite substantial—shall we follow the usual procedure?"
The old uncle was familiar with the Adventurers' Guild's settlement process. The "usual procedure" here actually referred to how the Mora would be paid out.
But after all, the old uncle was a major adventurer who had resolved far too many matters. If settled in cash, the sheer weight of the Mora would suffocate him.
So the old uncle usually deposited it directly into the Liyue bank.
"Mm, same as always."
Looking at the enormous deposit that appeared in his account in an instant...
The weight of Mora—truly reassuring.
When I get back, I'll transfer some pocket money to little Ningguang...
I wonder if giving little Ningguang some capital early on would speed up her path to becoming the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing?
It probably would... right?
After all, Rex Lapis seems to care quite a bit about Ningguang. Last time, he even approved that Rex Lapis cat-dragon merchandise...
"Mr. Cid, there is a designated commission here from the Yashiro Commission. Would you like to accept it?"
The Yashiro Commission... the Kamisato Clan.
This was one of the downsides of rising status.
It was easy to inevitably get swept into political whirlpools.
Ah... but the Kamisato Clan...
"What is the content of the commission? I need to leave a message here about my whereabouts."
"The details of the commission have not been disclosed, but the head of the Kamisato Clan has arranged for a dedicated escort."
That means... I have to go to the Kamisato Estate to discuss it?
If I remember correctly, the Kamisato Clan in the original Genshin storyline was in a very difficult situation at this point.
Although both of the Kamisato siblings' parents are still alive right now, later on one dies from overwork and the other from illness.
The two children end up holding up the entire Kamisato Clan together.
Wait... holding up the Kamisato Clan...
"I'll accept it, but I need to wait for my traveling companion. I have to go to the Kamisato Estate with her."
"Understood, honored adventurer."
The old uncle sat down in the waiting area of the Adventurers' Guild hall and waited for little Eula.
He had originally thought it would be better not to let little Eula get involved in political whirlpools.
But how should I say it?
Little Eula will grow up eventually.
The history of the Lawrence clan, the so-called glory of the family, and her own thoughts.
These were all things the old uncle had promised little Eula he would help her see clearly.
And the Lawrence clan, after all, was little Eula's original home.