Genshin Impact: I Made the Entire Playerbase Cry

Chapter 383 381: Old Era's Scrap Iron, Fallen to Protect the Young Lady

Jakob didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't truly tear off all pretenses.

Instead, he shamelessly began to explain.

"You've misunderstood, Miss Mamere..."

"I never intended to deceive you. Even now, I still deeply admire your works."

Mamere gradually calmed down. "Just now, you clearly said these were messy scribbles or something."

Jakob still wore a fake smile.

"I apologize for my imprecise wording. It is precisely this unpredictable disorder that fascinates me deeply."

"Ah, I can understand the beauty in it that the world fails to appreciate."

[This is artistic understanding]

[So Melusines just paint randomly?]

[There's a kind of chaotic beauty?]

Jakob's flowery words once again made Mamere waver.

Mu Yang also understood what was going on.

Mamere's paintings likely held no value to Jakob.

What he wanted was the pigments in that small bottle.

But to Mamere, it felt like she had finally met a kindred spirit.

Melusines rarely interacted with the outside world.

The villagers didn't understand painting and had no common ground with Mamere.

At this moment, this silver-tongued Jakob appeared.

He easily gained Mamere's trust.

Unfortunately, at the critical final moment, Jakob mentioned Mora...

Yet the people of Merusea Village lived by barter.

Mora here could only exist in its essential form—stones.

Mamere didn't like these stones, which led to Jakob's subsequent scheming.

Did these pigments have some special meaning?

Mu Yang recalled that when he had previously come into contact with high-purity ore, it seemed like someone whispered in his ear...

Mu Yang comforted Mamere a bit, signaling her to be more careful.

Then he asked Jakob, "What do you want these pigments for?"

"An interesting question. You're very good at asking them, this foreign gentleman." Jakob crossed his arms.

"Or rather, what do you think these pigments could be used for?"

Mu Yang rested his sword on Jakob's neck. "Don't answer a question with a question."

[Don't answer questions with questions!]

[What a Yoshikage Kira line]

[The Calm Life BGM is starting to play]

Jakob seemed to believe Mu Yang wouldn't make a move.

"Why exactly? Consider it a homework question for after class. Let's set that aside for now. Allow me to boldly guess—did the two of you just go collect the ores used to make these pigments?"

His tone toward Mu Yang was extremely respectful.

"Then, sir, may I ask—could you perhaps... let me have these materials?"

He continued, saying that he and Mu Yang had no grudges or enmities, so there was no need to become enemies.

In return, no matter how much Mora, as long as it was within reason, he was willing to offer it.

Mu Yang withdrew his sword. "No need to ask me. I'm just helping Mamere collect them. These ore materials don't belong to me."

"Are you truly seeking an answer, or are you testing my response?" Jakob started using counter-questions to chat again.

Mu Yang felt he had sheathed his sword too early and gave him a sharp look.

Jakob raised his hands in surrender. "We both know full well that Mamere [won't] stop me... but you're different."

The innocent Mamere couldn't hear the subtext in Jakob's words.

She didn't realize that "won't" here meant "can't."

She was still defending herself, saying she never agreed to give the ores.

"Shh, no need to say more, Miss Mamere."

He made a shushing gesture toward Mamere, then turned his gaze back to Mu Yang.

"So, sir, may I expect you to make the correct choice?"

Mu Yang raised his sword. "I thought I had already made myself very clear."

Jakob nodded. "I see. So this is the unified answer from both of you? Understood."

With that, he stepped back a few paces, stood to the side, and said as he walked,

"However, I still want to thank you for helping me collect these materials."

"Then, though it's a bit regrettable, let's end it here."

Mu Yang's tone was icy. "Breaking and entering—at least settle the compensation first before talking about parting ways."

"You've misunderstood. I said 'end it here,' not 'farewell.'"

With that, he turned to the big sister leader of the Gilded Brigade.

He requested to change the commission details.

The two lackeys looked at each other. "Boss, with just the three of us, we can't beat that guy."

Jakob offered seven times the commission.

Moreover, he pretended to casually remind the three.

As mercenaries, they should know how to fight.

Among those two people, wasn't there one with no combat ability at all?

Faced with seven times the pay, the big sister leader was tempted.

"Sorry... little girl."

[Bring thirty more, I'm a bit short on breakthrough materials]

[Hahaha, thinking three people can bypass Mu Yang to take a hostage—Jakob's a bit naive]

[This place is too narrow; Mu Yang can't even fight properly]

Just as Mu Yang was about to make a move, a sudden change occurred at the scene.

Seymour, who had nearly lost all mobility, actually stood up at this moment.

Seymour's mechanical voice rang out.

"Please do not mind my form, Miss. My primary directive is to—(noisy mechanical static) protect you."

"Seymour?!" Mamere couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Yes, I am here, Miss. You are as gentle, adorable, and radiant as ever today."

He tried moving the parts on his body. "Please step back."

"Light rain is coming; everything is futile." After saying this, the mechanical dog used firepower to force the Gilded Brigade back.

Mu Yang asked the distant Jakob, "What is Seymour's origin?"

Just now, when Seymour acted, he heard Jakob say "I didn't expect to see a product from that era."

"Your hearing is impressive. It's just outdated scrap iron, probably dormant for many years."

He didn't call the mechanical dog Seymour, but referred to it as "Alain's [this is my own little invention]."

[Who is Alain again?]

[This name feels a bit meaningful]

Seeing he was unwilling to say more, Mu Yang asked what he planned to do now.

Did he want to continue fighting?

Jakob naturally chose to avoid battle.

He elementalized and disappeared with the Gilded Brigade...

"I underestimated him; he actually had such a method. I'll go after him."

Mamere grabbed the hem of Mu Yang's clothes. "Please... wait a moment! Seymour seems a bit off..."

Mu Yang looked back at Seymour; he had already collapsed from exhaustion.

The mechanical voice came intermittently. "I... am very sorry... Ma..."

"Seymour?!" Mamere was on the verge of tears.

Mu Yang quickly comforted her; perhaps it was just that the energy was depleted.

According to Mamere, Seymour was picked up from a pile of junk.

With that level of combat firepower just now, it had likely drained all his energy.