Genshin Impact: I Made the Entire Playerbase Cry

Chapter 382 - 380: My Name Is Jakob. I’m a... Traveling Art Collector

Mamere took out a small bottle.

"It's the stuff in this little bottle—warm and beautiful colors."

She said that if Mu Yang wasn't in a hurry, he could wait here.

She would go gather some and be right back.

Mu Yang had wanted to say that it was just a portrait—no need for such high-quality pigments.

But then he thought that painters and artists generally had their own quirks.

And the more talented they were, the more severe it was.

So Mu Yang changed what he was about to say to offering help.

Mamere knew Mu Yang meant well and was probably worried about her safety.

"No need to worry—I've always gathered pigments by myself and am used to it..."

At that moment, Mu Yang suddenly felt the two of them were somewhat similar.

"Let's go together. Two people are always more convenient than one."

"Mm... if Mu Yang is willing, then let's go together."

Mamere smiled and picked up her tools, "Thank you—I'm so happy."

Pure Melusines couldn't hide their feelings.

When happy, they expressed it directly.

The two headed toward the mining route and soon gathered a lot.

"This should be enough, right?"

Mamere was overjoyed, "There are so many ores—I can make so many pigments. Two people really are better."

Mu Yang asked her—were these ores only red? Didn't painting require all kinds of colors?

Mamere said not to worry—there was one final step.

She explained that these ores contained many impurities. If used directly as pigments, the colors would be uneven when painting.

They would look dirty.

At times like this, they needed to find purer ores, grind them into powder, and mix them in.

That way, the proportion of impurities would decrease, and the resulting pigments would be more beautiful.

"Then shall we go find [purer ores] now?"

"Mm, the purer ores require going a bit deeper inside to find."

Mamere looked at Mu Yang and asked if he needed to rest—she could handle the rest alone.

"No need—I'll go with you."

Thus, Mamere led Mu Yang to a purple vortex.

"This is a shortcut."

"A shortcut?"

"Yes, it's the path I usually take. It's very safe inside and warm."

"Did you take this path back to the village earlier too?"

"Yes."

Mu Yang didn't ask further and followed Mamere into what looked like an ominous vortex.

After a brief moment of dizziness,

the two appeared somewhere else.

"This place is very warm and reassuring, right?" Mamere asked.

"Father told me there are high-purity ores here. Leave the ores here to me."

Father again...

Before Mu Yang could answer, Mamere had already started working.

Mu Yang could feel that the ores in this place had slightly higher energy purity than the previous ones.

What kind of energy was this?

While he was pondering these questions, he seemed to hear someone speaking...

Was it a hallucination caused by these high-purity ores?

Mu Yang thought that rather than speculating here, it was better to get hands-on.

So he followed Mamere's example and began gathering ores...

When Mamere returned to the original spot, she saw so many raw materials.

She wagged her tail happily.

The two took the shortcut back to the previous place.

Chatting and laughing the whole way back.

At this time, at Mamere's home.

The strange man who had spoken to Mu Yang earlier was directing the three Eremites to rummage through things.

Moreover, he seemed to know Seymour, "...Alain's little invention—its appearance hasn't changed even now."

The female leader came out of the house, "Um... boss?"

"We've turned her whole house upside down, but we still haven't found the pigments you want..."

The man's face darkened, "Not found?"

"Y-Yes, though we found many small bottles that had contained pigments, they're all empty now. There's a very pungent smell inside—sniffing it makes you uncomfortable."

"I see—the pigments are used up... That really is unfortunate."

The boss instructed the few Eremites to restore the places they had disturbed.

After all, coming in such a grand manner to ransack someone's home

was somewhat unseemly.

[Even thieves have their code, huh?]

[You wrecked the whole house—how do you restore decency?]

[It's fine—Mu Yang is almost here; he's a decent person]

"As for the pigments, I'll figure something out myself later."

"I... I understand..."

The three Eremites seemed very afraid of this boss.

Yet this person's appearance didn't look that frightening.

The female leader apologized to the boss.

As it turned out, everything before had been their scheme.

The first step was for the three to buy the painting—if successful, great.

If not, switch to robbing, then have the boss appear to save Mamere.

That way, perhaps the debt of saving her life could exchange for a painting.

Unfortunately, Mu Yang had acted much faster.

He stepped in first.

Thus, they resorted to this underhanded method.

They had secretly left a tracking signal on Mamere.

And followed her all the way home...

The leader's tone was this subservient because the boss hadn't paid the commission yet.

Only after receiving the boss's promise did she breathe a sigh of relief.

The boss said, "In any case, don't waste any more of my time. Clean up these messy doodles first."

"Messy... doodles?!"

Mamere's eyes widened in disbelief.

Mu Yang noticed the abnormality here and quickly brought her back.

Just in time to hear this sentence.

Mu Yang stared at the man in purple noble attire before him, "You're that weirdo from before. You're with them?"

His gaze turned icy, and [Withering Glory] was unsheathed.

The temperature in the entire cave dropped noticeably.

The man remained calm despite the situation.

"I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Jakob. I'm a... traveling art collector."

He wore a fake smile and looked at the shocked Mamere.

"Miss Mamere, I'm very pleased to see you again."

Only now did Mu Yang learn that this was the [kind and gentle Jakob] who had previously praised Mamere's paintings.

His approach to Mamere had all been purposeful.

Everything was just a scam.

Jakob had deceived this pure Melusine, only hoping to obtain the pigments in her hands.

"Were all the things Mr. Jakob said to me lies?"

"That he had never seen paintings like this, that he wanted to collect paintings like this..."

"That he... could understand these paintings..."

As Mamere spoke, she could no longer hide her emotions...

"Was all of this just to obtain something unrelated to the paintings?"