Chapter 124 On Authority

As the desert was his birthplace, Ming Chong felt very sorry that at this point in time, no one he liked appeared.

After all, as a man who is accustomed to being influenced by personal feelings and possesses the power of a god, this means that he will not stay here.

It would be fine if Ming Chong had never set foot in the desert, but that doesn't count as real experience. Even in the simulator, he still has some memories of the desert.

Desert people...

Ming Chong was not sure whether he would meet someone more taciturn and reliable than Gabriel, or someone more paranoid and sincere than Sameer during this period of time.

People like this might just barely be enough to make the cut, not to mention those as interesting and tenacious as Seno, as crazy and evil as Lilupal, or as devout and cunning as Nabu...

After seeing all this, Ming Chong found it difficult to accept the rest of the people who grew up in such a desolate and barren place.

Maybe if the fate is right, he will have the chance to meet again in the future, it's just a pity.

——Standing in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene of endless yellow sand, Ming Chong wanted to go back to the time that belonged to him.

Usually, people call this feeling "missing".

So, naturally, after Ming Chong came up with that good idea, he treated it as an Easter egg buried more than 400 years ago. The next second, if he went back more than 400 years, he would quickly dig it out.

"It's really strange... After going through this experience more than 400 years ago, I actually feel that even Nabu and Amon are missed..." Ming Chong murmured to himself.

He'd brought a few items from the Hall of Silence with him when he arrived, but now he was leaving with nothing. Ming Chong rubbed his fingertips, then glanced across the sea of ​​nectar flowers, like a fleeting cloud, before passing over the vast expanse of sand.

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He stood up and left, with the messy collection room behind him, Ming Chong felt calm.

A real man never looks back (bushi).

I don’t know if it’s because of the fool-proof triggering of the [Rewind] function, Ming Chong doesn’t need to manually pause time like he does when passing through a [door]. Now is the time when he left the collection room.

When Ming Chong appeared in this space again, time began to flow slowly.

Taking in his surroundings, Ming Chong felt a bit dazed. Although real time hadn't changed, he had already spent several months. Since Ming Chong arrived in Teyvat, including this experience, it had only been about half a year...

Ming Chong placed a hand on his chest and took a deep breath. Traveling alone was unbearable for him. According to human time perception, no matter who he met soon, he would probably say, "Long time no see."

Thinking about it this way, Nashida must be so strong that she could stay quietly in Jingshan Palace for 500 years.

After a short break, Ming Chong was revived with full health!

Putting aside the time when he was absent, he did remember what he was supposed to do in the Hall of Silence?

He came to the Temple of Silence because of Samel, but he had already found Samel before leaving...

Forget it, never mind!

Ming Chong's mind is full of thoughts now:

——You have to hide your own treasure and dig it out yourself. You can make things as big as you can!

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Then again, it would be a shame not to call Murtada. After all, if it weren't for his brainwashing howl, Ming Chong himself wouldn't have thought of anything to do.

Oh, by the way, Ming Chong's memory is much clearer now. He has always been restless, and his desire to cause trouble was completely aroused because the grandfather and grandson in the [Hall of Silence] always ignored him.

Recalling the scene at that time——

"Desert people."

"Rainforest people."

"Research……"

I'm so sorry, are the Liyue people who are mixed up in this really so unrespectable?!

——But it doesn’t matter, I will take action!

A Chong came to his loyal Temple of Silence, and the guys here don’t have to feel inferior because of this!

"Ahaha - Murtada, I miss you so much ~ Hahahahaha!" Ming Chong's happy laughter echoed in the Hall of Silence.

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"Ah, ah-choo!" Murtada sneezed unexpectedly and rubbed his nose. "Strange! How could I sneeze in the desert during the day?"

Jie De crossed her arms and said with a look of certainty, "It must be Chong who is thinking about you."

"Nonsense!" Murtada retorted without a second thought, "There are so many people here, how could he not target any of them but only pick on me..."

"If that's the case, then the people here are really useless."

Gabriel suddenly said, "He doesn't like everyone."

"I agree with that. That kid has sharp eyes!" Tirzad was deeply impressed by the fact that he was grabbed by the shoulders and carried away while he was still on the street.

Tirzad didn't believe that the boy could see through the crowd and locate the [Red Sand Slate] in his hand at a glance.

So what could it be?

Wasn't it because that kid A Chong saw at a glance the outstanding academic level of Tirzad?

"..." Murtada looked at Tirzad as if he were a fool, muttering in disdain, "I don't need to deceive myself to elevate my academic level, ah—"

The sudden loud shouting made them all lower their heads and fall into a long silence as they watched Murtada being dragged away by a hand and disappearing under their feet.

Jade: "I knew it! It's Chong!"

Gabriel: “Not surprising at all.”

Tirzad shuddered, but finally caught up with the formation. "Luckily, he didn't nag me."

The father and daughter silently turned their gazes towards him. Tirzad couldn't help but speak in defense, "I'm old, and I can't stand the nagging of young people."

At this time, someone from the Hall of Silence came to investigate the situation. Duan Lei, who was good at dealing with people, asked, "What happened to you?"

Before he finished speaking, he glanced around and frowned slightly, "Are there a few missing?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison. Jade quickly explained, "Didn't you send people here before? They each took our companions and left."

"Haven't you discussed it yet?" Gabriel added, instantly shifting the initiative.

Tirzad stroked his beard and, in his usual complaining tone, said, "You said you were supposed to keep silent, but there are so many books along the way, and it's not like the library at the House of the Decrees, with so few benches. Can't we just speak a little more?"

"Uh...this..." Duan Lei's eyes were vague and he looked a little embarrassed.

Soon, the man retreated.

Jade silently gave a thumbs up, "I have always recognized the lethality of Tirzad."

"What are you talking about? This is exactly what I was thinking. Luckily, someone showed up and I finally got to say it out loud." Tirzad frowned. "I really hope they can realize their oversight. Sigh! Lord Grass God and that little devil aren't here. I finally found a chance to say a few words, but they left so quickly. They don't even have the basic etiquette to entertain guests..."

He's a talented player.

The person next to me couldn't stop talking once he started, and I didn't know what he was complaining about after all the mumbling. Jade was silent for a while.

You can tell that there is a lot of resentment.

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"Hey, Murtada!"

Ming Chong waved in front of him.

“Ahhhhhh—”

"Mu,er,ta,da!"

Ming Chong shouted word by word towards his ear.

“Ahhhhhh—”

Unfortunately, Murtada was immersed in his own emotions and just kept screaming.

"Tada——"

"Who is it?! It's already this late, the monsters under the desert are eating people! And you're still playing!" Murtada opened his eyes and argued angrily, "My name is not Tada! My dad's name is not Tada either!"

The next second, Murtada calmed down, "Oh, it's you."

Ming Chong stared at him with empty eyes, making Murtada feel guilty. Then he slowly wiped his face and said, "What are you so excited about? You sprayed it all over my face."

“…” Murtada’s mouth twitched.

——If you hadn’t done this, it would have been unnecessary for me to say anything more to you.

"Okay, everyone's here." Ming Chong brushed the sand off his hands, turned around and announced casually, "Samel, let's get started!"

Murtada then noticed there was another person nearby, and countless questions suddenly flooded his mind. "What, what are we all going to do? What are we going to do? Why did they call me?"

“…I, I’m not going!”

"oh."

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Murtada:?

"I said I won't go!" he reiterated, emphasizing it.

Ming Chong nodded, looking surprised, "I know, you've already told me that."

"Then you--" Murtada's defense was immediately broken. He wanted to say, "Then send me back", but when he saw Ming Chong's face that said "Why don't you leave yet", he couldn't say it.

Regarding being taken from the Temple of Silence to some unknown place in the desert, and then being told to go back on your own...

Yes, he thought this kid could do it.

Seeing that Murtada was about to laugh out loud, Ming Chong pointed behind him with his chin, "Here, the Courtyard of Silence."

"What's wrong with you? You're waiting in the Hall of Silence!" It was already annoying to get involved in the internal affairs of the desert people. Murtada got angry when he saw Ming Chong's comfortable look. He really didn't know whether this guy still wanted to save the desert man he valued.

"You inexplicably dragged me out here to see something called Return to Silence..." As he spoke, Murtada felt that the word he was about to utter was strangely familiar.

"Hmm? The Garden of Silence?"

Ming Chong nodded slowly.

After confirming the authenticity and seriousness of the matter from the other party's eyes, Murtada took a deep breath, retreated tactically, and then -

With lightning speed, as if treating the "Garden of Silence" as some kind of extremely fast-escaping prey, Murtada turned his head suddenly.

Looking from this mountain pillar, you can indeed see a building similar to the gate of the ruins in the distance.

"...Impossible...It's impossible to find it so quickly?" Murtada looked at it for a while, and suddenly took out the notebook from his pocket in a hurry and began to flip through it frantically.

Crackle, clackle——

"How could this be? I haven't even gotten to this point in my research! I haven't gathered enough supporting evidence. It's over. If my evidence isn't strong enough, how can I prove this is the Garden of Silence..." Murtada's brain was racing, almost shutting down. "If Dad were to be lenient, would he be willing to let me use some of the sealed materials in the archives..."

Ming Chong leaned on the arm of the person next to him and almost laughed himself to death. If Sameer, who knew his temper, hadn't reminded him, Ming Chong would have almost forgotten that he was now a big shot who mastered modern technology - the camera and the experimental video recorder!

Recorded.

Moreover, Ming Chong kindly told Murtada, "Don't worry, Murtada, don't worry about not having enough arguments."

"No one's research will be more authoritative than yours."

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