I'm a male god in Liyue

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Everyone saw Yora working part-time at the store.

She was wearing the store uniform, which, combined with her unique and proud aristocratic air, made her exceptionally attractive.

"Miss Yura!"

Yura looked up and saw everyone.

Her gaze swept over Xia Zhi, and she recalled the novel she had been reading these past few days, a subtle, almost imperceptible ripple appearing in her eyes.

After a brief greeting, Xia Zhi handed a new cell phone to Youra.

"this is?"

"A special mechanism, or alchemical artifact, can be used for long-distance communication."

"Long distance" refers to...

"As long as we're on this continent."

“This is so…”

"It's okay, everyone has one. Yanfei has one too. You can call her on your phone after get off work; it's more convenient than writing a letter. Qin, Kaiya, and Noelle have them too..."

Yura hesitated for a moment, then accepted the gift.

As the leader of a guerrilla force, she understood all too well the importance of intelligence transmission.

Having such an item in my possession is of great significance for my future work in protecting Mondstadt.

"Alright, thank you very much for the gift, Mr. Xia."

"You're welcome."

Xia Zhi walked over and started talking to Noelle.

"How is it like being a store manager?"

"pretty good."

"Right? It wasn't as difficult as you thought, was it?"

"Ah."

"So don't be afraid, you are excellent in your own right."

Hearing such praise from Mr. Xia, Noel couldn't help but blush slightly.

“Mr. Xia, I reviewed the financial data today.”

"How's it going?"

"No problem. Besides, Miss Ningguang has already paid for the first batch of medicine. The shop has sufficient funds, so I think we can start the repair plan you mentioned directly."

"Okay, you take charge and make a plan yourself."

"Okay, and also..."

Yura stood to the side, watching Noelle's confident demeanor as she spoke, her eyes momentarily dazed.

At that moment, she seemed to see a trace of the piano in Noelle.

She knew that Noelle had always regarded the piano as her ideal.

To become a powerful and elegant knight like Jean is Noelle's dream.

And now that dream seems to be within reach.

Yura lowered her head and sighed softly to herself.

As for the two zithers... those people in the family are still thinking about the glory of the old aristocracy, really... wake up!

Chapter 5020 The Thousand Orchestra (4K)

The pharmacy closes at a very punctual time.

At 5 p.m., no new customers are allowed to enter the store. Once the customers who have already entered have finished shopping and left, everyone will close the store and start cleaning and tidying up the merchandise. After that, everyone will go home.

Noelle walked over and handed over her part-time pay for the day to Yura.

"Yura-senpai, thank you for your hard work."

Hard?

Yura looked at the heavy Mora in her hand with a strange expression.

Short working hours, good working environment, great colleagues, and high pay...

To be honest, this was the easiest and most enjoyable part-time job she had ever done.

After all, her former noble status was awkward and she was not well-liked by the locals of Mondstadt. Every time she went to look for part-time work, she was inevitably looked at with strange eyes by the bosses, and sometimes she was even ridiculed.

She actually prefers taking on commissions from the Adventurers' Guild to part-time jobs, as it's much quieter there.

Noel looked at Yura and asked, "Yura-senpai, would you still be interested in working part-time at the store tomorrow?"

Yura snapped out of her daze, looked up, and said, "Of course."

Noelle smiled and said, "That's great. The apothecary has been doing so well lately that we're really short-staffed. It's not easy to find someone as outstanding as Senior Yura to help out."

Yura glanced at the work hours posted on the wall and said, "I'll be here on time tomorrow."

Noelle nodded and said, "If there's anything urgent that prevents you from coming, you can contact me by phone, Yura-senpai."

"cell phone……"

"By the way, Yura-senpai, you just got your phone and you're probably not very familiar with how to use it yet, right? I'll teach you."

"it is good."

--

After dinner, we took a walk.

Xia Zhi ran into Barbara at the entrance of the West Wind Church.

She was standing here waiting for everyone to return, holding a magazine in her hand.

"Mr. Xia, this is the [Idol Magazine] I told you about before."

"Okay, thank you."

Xia Zhi took the magazine, chatted with Barbara for a few words, and walked into the West Wind Church.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Rosalia sat on the last row of benches, slowly smoking her pipe.

As everyone entered, Rosalia turned her head and glanced at them, her gaze landing directly on the white cat that Diona was holding in her arms.

The white cat also saw her and, through the thin layer of smoke, meowed cutely at her a few times.

Rosalia narrowed her eyes slightly, shifted her gaze from the cat, and looked at Xia Zhi, who had taken the cat away from her, her eyes lingering on the magazine in his hand.

Isn't he blind?

Why is he holding a book?

Once everyone had gone inside the church, Rosalia thoughtfully withdrew her gaze.

A series of footsteps approached her.

Barbara coughed a few times from the smoke, frowned, and said, "I've told you so many times, don't smoke in the church!"

Rosalia glanced at her, put down her pipe expressionlessly, tapped the chair leg, and then got up and left.

"Hey, don't throw your cigarette ash on the ground..."

Barbara was a little helpless, so she could only run over and get a broom to clean up the small pile of cigarette ash next to the chair.

"She really doesn't look like a nun at all..."

--

Fischl returned home.

"Little Amy's back! Dinner's almost ready."

"I've already eaten!"

"Is that so, Oz?"

The raven on Fischl's shoulder spoke up: "Queen of the Night, the lady has indeed eaten outside, and she ate two bowls of rice."

"Let's not talk about how many bowls of rice I ate! ...I'm going back to my room now!"

"Little Amy..."

Back in her room, Fischl lay on the soft, large bed, staring blankly at the dim ceiling.

"Oz".

"Miss, what are your orders?"

"The Flower Festival is almost over."

"Yes."