Chapter 111 – 111: Boss Yun

This was naturally the special effect of Heartfire of the Earth.

After obtaining the equipment, Bai Luo couldn’t resist testing it out, and the closest person happened to be Childe…

Heartfire of the Earth dealt pyro-elemental damage, unlike Fairy Glitter, which inflicted true damage. Elemental damage could be blocked or evaded. Even if it hit Childe, it wouldn’t cause much harm.

What Bai Luo didn’t realize, however, was that Childe was putting on a dramatic act atop the mountain at the time…

In the end, Bai Luo’s small test spiraled into an unintended incident.

With the final medicinal ingredient, the Juvenile Jade, secured, Qiqi decided to return to report as per her orders. Bai Luo, too, chose not to linger in the wilderness and followed her back to Liyue Harbor.

After all, his main goal was to uncover the reasons behind his system’s strange glitches through Qiqi.

By the time they returned, it was already noon. However, the city was livelier than ever, as the brilliance of the Fairy Glitter had been too dazzling. Although the Liyue Qixing had issued a gag order, they couldn’t completely suppress the rumors.

“Luo Bai, I’m heading back.”

“Alright, take care on your way.”

Qiqi needed to report to Bubu Pharmacy, but Bai Luo chose not to accompany her. Firstly, after the previous incident, he had become a public enemy there. Secondly, after using the Heartfire of the Earth to prank Childe, the latter had been lingering near Bubu Pharmacy, and Bai Luo wasn’t eager to invite trouble.

After avoiding that area, he entered Liyue Harbor itself.

Clouds, dispersed by the Fairy Glitter, had gathered once more, hinting at rain. Many in the city had taken out oil-paper umbrellas, creating little personal havens under the cloudy sky.

The rainy scenery of Liyue was beautiful, and the rivers of oil-paper umbrellas on the streets even more so. Their colorful patterns, like blooming flowers, adorned the rainy streets.

Once back, Bai Luo’s first priority was to visit a restaurant. Having spent time outdoors eating roasted fowl or boiled vegetable soup, his palate had grown desperate for something flavorful.

He had already tried Liyue Cuisine, sampled the Yue Cuisine, and even disrupted Wanmin Restaurant. Now it was time to try a new eatery. He initially considered the popular Zhongyuan Chop Suey, but the crowds were overwhelming and led him instead to the area near Heyu Tea House.

Initially, Bai Luo had no intention of entering, as the storytelling there often recounted tales of the Geo Archon or ancient Adepti legends—hardly anything new.

“Boss Yun is debuting a new opera tonight. We must secure good seats!”

“Indeed! I never thought Boss Yun was so talented. People say she’s almost surpassed her grandfather.”

“What do you mean? Could she truly be better than Master Yun himself?”

“Well, rumor has it that recent plays sung by her were written by Boss Yun herself. Even some classics sung by veteran performers are said to be her creations.”

“You mean even Clouds and Seas, Snakes and Beasts…”

“Yes! That’s why I said she’s catching up to Master Yun. It won’t be long before Boss Yun becomes the star of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe.”

Boss Yun?

Hearing this title, Bai Luo paused mid-step. Could the Boss Yun they were speaking of be the one he had in mind?

He decided not to leave just yet. Donning his mask, hiding the Fatui insignia on his sleeve, and carrying his oil-paper umbrella, he followed the crowd into Heyu Tea House.

Inside, there was a designated area for umbrellas. A tea house attendant, noticing Bai Luo’s distinguished appearance, bowed to take his umbrella but was politely refused.

The attendant tried to explain the rules of the establishment but was left speechless when Bai Luo waved his hands. The red oil-paper umbrella, emitting a faint plum blossom fragrance, vanished into thin air.

“An… Adepti?”

Such a technique was unheard of for the attendant, who could only attribute it to divine intervention. Nearby, someone more experienced recognized it as a trick from an ancient sect of Liyue.

The attendant, now shaken, respectfully led Bai Luo into the tea house. Bai Luo looked at the rows of backs in front of him and sighed softly.

Had his Vision truly been a genuine Anemo one, he might not have even seen the backs, only broad shoulders blocking his view.

The Yun-Han Opera Troupe wasn’t just renowned in Liyue but also had fans in Fontaine, Sumeru, Inazuma, Mondstadt, and the other nations. Unfortunately, Inazuma’s current closed-border policy meant its opera enthusiasts couldn’t visit Liyue often—a regret among theater lovers.

Some fans even took pride in witnessing the amazement of foreigners during performances. A few would translate foreign reviews, earning them the nickname “roasting scholars.”

Sweeping his gaze over the crowd, Bai Luo spotted some businessmen and Fatui agents from Snezhnaya in the front row.

One agent, surrounded by the businessmen and attended to by beautiful women massaging his shoulders, was clearly living his best life.

Seeing this, Bai Luo squeezed toward the agent.

At first, some people grumbled, but upon noticing his mask and the Fatui insignia, their expressions changed, and they instinctively made way.

In no time, Bai Luo reached the agent and flicked the back of his bald head.

“Who the hell—”

The agent slammed the table in anger, sending fruit and snacks scattering to the floor. He stood up to glare at the perpetrator but froze upon recognizing him.

Fatui Harbingers might not know all their subordinates, but subordinates certainly recognized their Harbingers. The twelve were the pride and power of the Fatui.

The black cloak and white mask unmistakably identified Bai Luo as the Harbinger whom Childe pursued in vain—Bai Luo, the Ausbilder.

“It’s… you? No, I mean—it’s me? No… It’s you, sir!”

This agent was likely influential within the Northland Bank, but no matter how high his status, it paled before that of a Harbinger.

Unless, of course, he were the Tsaritsa’s lover.

If that were the case, Bai Luo might just consider defecting to Liyue—after all, the Tsaritsa’s taste would be too unique to stomach.

“Move.”

“Right away! Please, have my seat.”

The bald agent immediately yielded his place. The spilled snacks were promptly replaced by fresh ones from the tea house staff.

“Why are you all standing around? Attend to the Ausbilder!”

The agent barked at the hesitant Snezhnayan merchants and maids, who quickly began showering Bai Luo with compliments and attentive care.

It wasn’t just Bai Luo’s high status—his strikingly handsome features, revealed after removing his mask, also captivated them.

In some places, men with his looks would attract attention even if they had no money or power. With wealth and influence added to the mix, they were practically irresistible.

Amid this lively atmosphere, the stars of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe finally took the stage.

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