A few days later, at the capital of Snezhnaya.
The land was frozen and covered in a thousand miles of snow, a country where it snowed year-round. The streets were draped in white.
Pedestrians hurried on their way, reluctant to linger on the cold streets.
Wasn't it more comfortable to go home, roast by the fire, and drink mulled wine?
At this moment, a middle-aged man, wrapped in a thick cotton coat and shivering in the snow, clutched an envelope and repeatedly glanced at the Fatui Expeditionary Force training camp not far away.
"Old Jack's family really likes to cause trouble. Can you just agree to deliver a letter like that?"
This man was Jack's second uncle. He had finally returned to Mondstadt for a visit, only to get entangled in such a matter.
However, considering that the recipient had helped Jack immensely, he had accepted the task.
But when he saw the recipient's name, he froze on the spot.
Ajax?!
It was understandable that Old Jack's family didn't know who this person was, but for someone who traveled to Snezhnaya frequently, wasn't he aware?
Not long ago, the Tsaritsa herself had personally awarded him the Executive Order medal...
The grand ceremony, even for an outsider like him, was still vivid in his memory after so much time had passed.
Ajax, who was now Tartaglia, was the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers—Childe!
Was it too much to ask a small merchant like him to deliver a letter to a Fatui Harbinger?
Let alone him, even their Guild Master of the Ten Thousand Nations Guild would have to wait for the Harbinger's mood to get an audience.
But since he had already agreed, he had no choice but to push through no matter how difficult it was.
Fatui Harbingers were usually elusive, and even the high-ranking Fatui members within the organization might not know their whereabouts.
However, after a few bottles of good wine and some discreet inquiries, Jack's second uncle managed to obtain a piece of extremely secret information.
He heard that the Eleventh Harbinger, Childe, was planning to lead his troops to Liyue in the next couple of days to carry out a secret mission assigned by the Tsaritsa.
As for what the mission was, no one knew.
And as for the reliability of this information, no one could guarantee it.
He decided to try his luck, betting that this was his only chance to find Childe. He was determined to wait here until he found him.
After enduring the cold for who knew how long, a man in a gray coat walked towards the Fatui Expeditionary Force training camp.
His brownish-yellow hair stood out starkly against the snowy landscape.
Jack's second uncle was so excited he almost cried out and ran towards the man.
"Who are you?! Halt! This is a Fatui training camp. Outsiders are not allowed near!"
Tartaglia had already entered the camp before him, and he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the camp.
Jack's second uncle was anxious. If his legs hadn't been frozen from standing for too long, he would have caught up.
"Lord Tartaglia, Lord Tartaglia, there's a letter for you..."
Jack's second uncle took out the envelope from his embrace and waved it high, trying to attract the other's attention.
"Hey, hey, hey, I advise you to behave. Lord Tartaglia is not someone you can just meet. Leave quickly, or don't blame me for taking action!"
The guard soldier shouted sternly.
Harbingers held high status and certainly had their share of fans. However, there were always some crazy fans who tried to write letters to them to express their admiration.
If it were a young girl, the guard soldier might have turned a blind eye, but this man was a greasy middle-aged man in his forties!
The guard soldier was determined to protect his image of Lord Tartaglia and prevent such a perverted man from tarnishing the Harbinger's glorious image.
Although Tartaglia was not particular about his appearance, he still had many admirers based on his looks, and he didn't pay much attention to them.
Seeing Tartaglia pause for only a moment before continuing into the camp, Jack's second uncle became even more anxious.
After all the trouble he went through to find Tartaglia, if he let him go now, wouldn't he have frozen on this snowy street for nothing?
"Lord Tartaglia, this is a letter from Mondstadt, sent by Mr. Feng Yi..."
Jack's second uncle realized that he was being mistaken for one of those crazy fans and quickly revealed the recipient's address and the sender's name.
"Hey, hey, hey, still not giving up? Leave quickly, I warn you, don't force me to beat you!"
The guard soldier's face darkened, and he held his spear, pushing the man away. He clearly didn't take him seriously at all.
Guard Soldier: Tsk, tsk, tsk, these fans nowadays will do anything to get the attention of their lord. Last time, a young girl claimed to be from Inazuma, crossing the ocean just to see the Harbinger, but her fluent Snezhnayan accent, without at least a decade of experience living here, couldn't be learned. You need to pay attention to details when bragging, what a joke!
It was no longer a secret within the Fatui who was the Harbinger in charge of the Mondstadt region. It was Lady Rosalyne, the Eighth Harbinger, codenamed "The Damsel," and the Eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia, were worlds apart.
To say this was a letter from Mondstadt was clearly trying to fool someone!
Just as the guard soldier was about to drive the letter-carrying man away, Tartaglia called out to him.
"Wait, let him come over."
Upon hearing the familiar name, Tartaglia's mind instantly flashed back to the memories of his life in Liyue.
At that time, he had gone to Liyue alone to complete the trial mission assigned by the Tsaritsa. He had accidentally lost his wallet while on a ship and had no money to eat. Fortunately, he met a friend who took great care of him.
He hadn't seen him in so long, but he hadn't forgotten Feng Yi at all. He wondered how he was doing now.
He was going to Liyue in a few days, and he was looking forward to seeing Feng Yi's surprised expression when he learned of his current identity.
"But, Lord Tartaglia..."
The guard soldier was stunned. This actually worked?!
This excuse clearly had issues. What exactly attracted Lord Tartaglia?
The guard soldier couldn't figure it out, but since the Harbinger had spoken, he could only let the man pass.
To warn the man to behave and not anger the Harbinger, he didn't forget to give him a wink as a reminder.
"Lord Tartaglia, this is a letter from Mr. Feng Yi. He asked me to deliver it to you..."
Jack's second uncle felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly bypassed the soldier and approached Lord Tartaglia.
"Thank you. Is Feng Yi still in Mondstadt?"
Tartaglia took the letter but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he inquired about other news of Feng Yi.
"When I came, he was indeed still in Mondstadt. As for whether he is still there now, I'm not so sure..."
As a merchant, Jack's second uncle spoke conservatively and dared not make any false promises.
"Mhm, thank you for your trouble. This is your compensation. You can withdraw it at any Northland Bank."
Tartaglia knew what he needed to know and gave the man a check for 500,000 Mora as payment for the delivery.
'Delivering a letter can be this profitable?'
The guard soldier's eyes widened. 500,000 Mora was equivalent to two years of his salary.