For a moment, the numerous sages were shocked by the news in the letter.
They started clamoring, arguing over the authenticity of this information.
"Nonsense!"
"Content that the many Scholars of the Sumeru Akademiya spent hundreds of years failing to research has been solved by a little nobody who didn't even pass the graduation assessment. You actually believe such a ridiculous thing!"
"What do you mean!"
"Are you saying that the student I taught is lying to deceive us!"
"I said back then that we should find that kid Arkz, but you all stopped me. Now look, you regret it, don't you!"
"Whether the matter is true or false is not yet certain..."
Seeing the sages making a scene like street vendors arguing, Azar heavily slammed the table.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Stop arguing!"
"You are all sages, why are you still so impatient!"
While reprimanding everyone, Azar placed his swollen hand under the table.
When his hand hit the table just now, his momentum was a bit heavy, scaring a few old foxes, but his hand was also genuinely swollen.
If it weren't for considering his image as the Grand Sage, Azar would have wanted to howl while hugging his hand.
Feeling the pain emanating from his palm, the Grand Sage couldn't help but speed up his speech.
"Regardless of whether this news is true or false, we must go and verify it!"
"If it's false, it won't become true. If it's true, it won't become false!"
"Can arguing here turn something false into something real?!"
After being sternly lectured by the Grand Sage, the other sages fell silent.
They were all shrewd old foxes and naturally knew that the Grand Sage was not feeling well right now, so they didn't want to add fuel to the fire while he was angry.
Seeing that no one refuted him, Azar felt relieved, feeling that even the pain in his hand had lessened.
Right, hand pain.
Azar felt the pain in his hand, gritted his teeth, and quickly said:
"I will send the General Mahamatra, Cyno, to Mondstadt to verify the truth of this news."
"If it is true, then find a way to obtain the method to cure the withering sickness."
"If it is false, then figure out what the mastermind behind this is trying to do!"
"What do you all think?"
The numerous sages looked at the somewhat fierce expression on Azar's face and immediately agreed.
After all, they truly felt that Azar's decision was sound.
It was better not to find fault with him at this moment.
"Seconded!"
"Seconded..."
Seeing his decision passed, Azar nodded, then quickly stood up, turned around, and shouted:
"Meeting adjourned!"
Then he quickly walked towards the outside of the meeting room.
Azar had no mind to pay attention to the sneers erupting inside the meeting room.
"Doctor, doctor!"
...
...
The next day.
The Grand Sage Azar, whose right hand was bandaged like a zongzi, found Cyno.
"Cyno, you're here."
"I have a very important matter to entrust to you to handle."
Cyno nodded, dust-covered, with sand grains still visible in the gaps of his clothes.
Cyno thought to himself:
"Of course it's very important, it actually required the joint seal of the six sages to issue a summons, calling me back while I was tracking a criminal in the desert."
"If it were a trivial matter, it wouldn't be worth my effort."
Azar used his unpracticed left hand to take the letter sent by Lisa from his desk and handed it to Cyno.
"Take a look, it's related to the mission I'm giving you."
Cyno took the letter and keenly noticed the injury on Azar's right hand.
Without immediately opening the envelope, he asked:
"Grand Sage, you injured your right hand?"
Azar glanced at his right hand, his expression turned cold.
"This kind of thing isn't important!"
"Hurry up and read the letter!"
The moment he thought about the doctor diagnosing his right hand as fractured, requiring two months of rest before he could hold a pen, Azar looked displeased.
How much work would pile up during these two months.
The entire Sumeru relied on him. Fortunately, he could still use the Akasha to handle official business.
Cyno didn't pay attention to Azar's attitude and directly opened the envelope.
The content of the letter was brief, but shocking.
"Is everything written here... true?"
Cyno couldn't help but ask.
Azar pressed his forehead and explained:
"It's not confirmed yet."
"So I need you to make a trip to Mondstadt."
"Whether it's true or false, someone needs to verify it."
Cyno nodded.
"Alright, I'll set off immediately."
Watching Cyno leave, Azar felt somewhat complicated inside.
He was very confident in the General Mahamatra's ability to handle matters and his loyalty to Sumeru.
It was just that they were not on the same page.
He still couldn't tell him about that plan.
"Is there really a way to solve the withering sickness?"
Although Azar maintained a pessimistic attitude, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation deep down.
Sumeru was currently facing internal and external troubles. He, the Grand Sage, didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
The withering sickness and withering zones, forbidden knowledge, the desert people, the Fatui—which one was easy to solve?
Thinking of this, Azar couldn't help but get a headache.
It wasn't that the Sumeru Akademiya lacked capable people, but those with even a little bit of ability acted as if they had taken stimulants; they were all incredibly rebellious.
None of them were willing to work under him.
Slap!
He heavily hammered his right fist onto the table.
Azar felt the pain in his hand and froze for a moment.
"Oww— — — —!!!!"
The howl produced by the pain echoed throughout the building housing the sages' offices.
On the other side.
Cyno, having just returned from the desert and not having had time to rest, had to start traveling again.
However, as the General Mahamatra, Cyno never lacked patience.
To track a criminal, he could even traverse the entire desert.
But since he had to cross Liyue to reach Mondstadt, this journey required some preparations.
Just as Cyno was purchasing dry rations and maps in the market, the sound of chatter suddenly caught his attention.
"Did you hear? Lord Dori Sangemah Bay is organizing another caravan to head to Mondstadt."
"Mondstadt, I've never been there!"
"Joining the caravan not only guarantees safety, but paying a little more money gets you sufficient service. It's simply too worthwhile."
"Let's go, let's sign up!"
Listening to the discussions of the passersby, Cyno mused thoughtfully:
"Caravan, Dori, guaranteed safety..."
"Sounds pretty good."
Of course, for Cyno, the most important thing was traveling with the caravan so he wouldn't have to worry about getting lost.
In an inconspicuous small house on a street in Sumeru.
Dori was happily counting Mora.
"Dori Sangemah Bay, the Lord of the Palace of Alcazarzaray, the omnipotent Super Merchant!"
"I, Dori, am truly amazing!"
"I originally just wanted to go to Mondstadt to remind that fellow Arkz not to forget the contents of our cooperation..."
"I didn't expect so many people would want to travel to Mondstadt."
It had to be said that Dori's reputation in Sumeru was quite loud.
Upon learning that Dori was organizing a caravan to Mondstadt, many people signed up to join.
Seeing this, Dori went with the flow and formed a tourist group, seizing the opportunity to earn a large sum.
Out of importance for her partner far away in Mondstadt, Dori planned to go in person this time, never expecting such a pleasant surprise.
Knock, knock.
Hearing the knock, Dori immediately became vigilant.
As a profit-seeking merchant, although Dori had a bottom line, the caravan's cargo actually included quite a few contraband items, so she was naturally sensitive to unexpected situations.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Cyno."
"Cyno!"
Dori gasped and suddenly covered her mouth.
Damn it, she shouldn't have spoken out.
Dori pinched her throat and said: "It's the General Mahamatra, sir. What a coincidence, Lord Dori is not here. You should come back another time."
Cyno outside the door remained calm.
"Dori, I know you are in there."
"I'm not here to cause trouble for you this time; I want to ride on your caravan."
Bang!
Dori violently pushed the door open, the golden glint of Mora flashing in her eyes.
"A fair price of 50,000 Mora!"
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