Genshin Impact: I Made the Entire Playerbase Cry

Chapter 381 - 379: The Painter and the Talking Mechanical Dog

Cosanzeana wobbled cutely, making Mu Yang's mood improve quite a bit.

"Then I'll go in and take a look around."

"Mm, I hope next time you come, Cosanzeana will have flowers ready."

Mu Yang continued walking forward along the path and spotted a familiar figure.

"Mamere?"

She turned around and waved at Mu Yang.

"Mu Yang, it's been a while—we meet again. I'm very happy, so I'm very surprised."

Mu Yang said, "That's not how 'it's been a while' is used, right? Didn't we just part ways a moment ago?"

"And why did Mamere get back to Poisson first?"

Mu Yang guessed that Mamere probably had another path into the village.

Otherwise, he had left first—how had this little one overtaken him?

Unfortunately, getting the answer he wanted from a Melusine's mouth was very difficult.

She simply said that once she finished packing up, she hurried back and waited for him here.

"I see. So this is Poisson? It's very beautiful. Where is Mamere's home?"

"My home is very beautiful too, and very quiet. A good place for painting. Follow me."

With that, Mamere hopped ahead to lead the way.

"Is Mu Yang curious why Mamere got back to the village first?"

"Mm."

"Actually, there are many shortcuts. Father taught me how to find shortcuts."

"Father... Could that be Mr. Neuvillette?"

[It can't be the Servant, right?]

[You're overthinking—it's the water dragon]

[Neuvillette is the only male Melusine (confirmed)]

[What gossip rag—see how our Charlotte exposes the truth]

Mu Yang had learned some things about Fontaine.

Roughly a few hundred years ago, Melusines began appearing in Fontaine.

Afterward, through the efforts of Neuvillette and others, Melusines successfully integrated into Fontaine society.

Melusines use feminine pronouns, and the entire race consists only of females.

But no Melusine should call Neuvillette [Father], right?

Mamere's words were still strange, "It's not Lord Neuvillette. Father is Father—how should I put it? He's everywhere?"

Mu Yang stopped pursuing the question.

This was the way he had concluded for interacting with Melusines.

Unless they were willing to say it themselves.

Otherwise, digging deeper would only trap you in their thought patterns.

It was hard to get a definite answer.

[Why does it feel like a horror movie?]

["He's everywhere"—what a creepy description]

"Mm, this is my home."

"Ahem!" Mamere cleared her throat and said in an official tone she had learned from who knows where.

"Um, welcome... to my humble abode... your presence brings light to my home... uh uh, please offer your criticisms and corrections..."

Mu Yang was somewhat speechless.

These phrases couldn't have come from the Fontaine civil service system, could they?

"Mamere doesn't need to be so formal. I'm just here to see your paintings."

Mu Yang looked around. This little house was a bit far from Poisson.

It indeed fit the description of "very quiet, a good place for painting."

Mamere opened the door, "Seymour, I'm back."

A noisy mechanical sound came from inside: "Welcome home, Miss. As always, you are gentle, cute, and radiant today."

Mu Yang was drawn by the voice and looked inside the house.

"This is... a mechanical dog?"

"Yes! Mu Yang, this is Seymour—he's my family."

She then introduced Mu Yang to Seymour.

"This is Mu Yang—he's the good person who stopped others from giving me Mora."

Mu Yang's mouth twitched a bit. If this description were used outside Poisson,

the words "good person" would be quite sarcastic.

Especially since Mu Yang was active in Fontaine as a merchant.

When merchants got involved in Mora transactions, it would be hard to explain.

Fortunately, Seymour didn't react to it.

No—although Fontaine's technology was somewhat advanced, Mu Yang had never seen a mechanical dog that could think independently and speak.

"Why can Seymour talk?"

"Seymour can talk—of course he can. If he couldn't talk, wouldn't he be broken!"

Seeing that Mu Yang was still puzzled,

Mamere continued.

"Mu Yang is very amazing—the questions you ask might make sense. But Seymour really can talk. He's my best friend and even comments on my paintings."

At this, Seymour replied, "Indeed, your judgment is extraordinarily sharp, Miss."

Seymour spoke again.

But Mu Yang noticed something odd.

It didn't seem to have reached the level of independent thinking.

It was very likely just simple responses to certain phrases.

Mu Yang wanted to learn more about the mechanical dog, "How did Mamere meet Seymour?"

"I found him nearby while looking for pigments before. At that time, Seymour was lying in a pile of trash, all alone and pitiful."

Mamere walked over and touched Seymour.

"So I talked to him, and we became friends. Later, I brought him home. That way he had a home."

[Such a gentle child]

"It looks like you really like Seymour."

Mamere nodded with a smile, "Mm, because everyone in the village can't understand about paintings, so there's nothing much to talk about. Though they all care about me, it's still hard to chat."

"So usually, I can only talk with Seymour."

"Mu Yang is the third person willing to talk with me about paintings."

Mu Yang asked, "Is the second one [Mr. Jakob]?"

"Yes, yes—the art collector I mentioned before who wanted to trade a lot of Mora for my paintings. He's handsome and gentle, and we talked a lot about paintings. He said he could understand my paintings..."

Mamere chatted while looking for painting tools and was now ready.

"Let's put that aside for now and start painting for Mu Yang."

"Ah, I almost forgot—there are new pigments too..."

With that, she went back inside.

While she was away, Mu Yang approached the mechanical dog curiously.

Seymour gave no response at all.

He didn't even seem to want to move...

"Wah... pigments, where did I put the pigments? They should be here..." Mamere's anxious voice came from inside.

After a while, Mamere came out, looking flustered.

"Um... um, welcome to my humble abode... your presence brings light to my home... please offer your criticisms and corrections..."

She repeated the earlier words again.

Then she hung her head dejectedly, "Um, um—the pigments are all used up..."