Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [2]

“Sir, what do we do now?”

The Electrohammer Vanguard hurried to Artem Vetrovski’s side, shooting meaningful glances at the Mondstadt reconnaissance team sprawled on the ground.

From the look in his eyes, it was clear he was still thinking about silencing them for good.

“Give them a beating, then let them go.”

“Huh? Let them go?”

The thunder hammer soldier was thoroughly confused.

They’d gone through all that trouble to catch these people, and now they were just supposed to release them? Besides, these guys were obviously Mondstadt’s spies—if they overheard something sensitive, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

“What’s your name?” Artem didn’t answer, but asked instead.

“Sir, my name’s Leonid.”

Artem nodded, then pointed at Leonid’s nose and started scolding him.

“Leonid, you idiot—do you even remember what our cover is right now?”

“Snezhnayan envoy!”

“Do you even understand what ‘envoy’ means?”

“And yet, the first thing you do upon arriving in Mondstadt is kill their people. Are you here as an envoy or to declare war?”

“Get lost! Just do as I said!”

“Rough them up and let them go!”

After being thoroughly chewed out, Leonid slunk off, shoulders drooping.

Not long after, a chorus of bloodcurdling screams echoed from the woods.

A moment later, Artem watched in stunned silence as a group of naked men, clutching their faces, sprinted full tilt toward Mondstadt.

He could’ve sworn his order was just to rough them up.

Why did they strip them naked as well?

“Sir!”

“We’re done! They’ve been dealt with and released.”

At that moment, Leonid swaggered over to report.

Artem pointed at the men fleeing with bare backsides, baring his teeth as he asked,

“That’s your idea of ‘dealing with them’?”

“Of course! Back at the barracks, our company commander always said that to ‘deal with someone’ meant stripping them naked and parading them for all to see.”

“...”

After a long, speechless pause, Artem waved his hand. “Form ranks. Into the city.”

At his command, Leonid let out a sharp whistle. The soldiers, who had been lounging around, immediately fell in line, rows forming up with perfect discipline.

At his orders, they marched toward Mondstadt’s main gate, heads held high, shouting their rallying cry.

Looking at the perfectly aligned columns, then recalling the shambolic state of Mondstadt’s reconnaissance squad, Artem felt a sudden, fleeting urge to just betray Mondstadt outright.

Years spent in Snezhnaya had shown him firsthand what real military discipline looked like.

Compared to these Snezhnayan troops, Mondstadt’s Knights of Favonius really were nothing but a bunch of overgrown children.

Not to mention, Snezhnaya had [Delusions], which gave their soldiers a massive edge in combat power. The risks were high, but that alone put their army leagues ahead of the other nations.

Artem shook his head hard, trying to clear out those stray, treacherous thoughts.

No matter what, I was raised by that old priest. That makes me at least half a Mondstadt native.

“One! Two! Three! Four!”

Leonid’s voice boomed as he led the chant, echoed in unison by the soldiers behind him.

The people of Mondstadt had never seen a unit so well-drilled. They stopped and stared, gathering to watch as the Snezhnayan procession advanced.

But as the squad reached the bridge before the city gate, a flock of pigeons feeding there scattered at the soldiers’ loud marching cries.

Immediately, an angry child’s voice rang out.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

A brown-haired boy blocked their way, shouting furiously, “You scared away all my pigeons!”

“...?”

Leonid frowned, visibly annoyed. “Kid, your pigeons are blocking my path, you know?”

But the boy showed no hint of guilt, stubbornly repeating, “I don’t care! You’re all bad people—only bad people would scare away the pigeons!”

Leonid gave a wicked grin, stepped forward, and grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

“Little brat, you’re right—I am a bad guy. So what? Got a problem with that?”

With that, Leonid made as if to toss him straight into Cider Lake.

“Stop!”

Two Knights of Favonius on gate duty rushed over at once.

Leonid ignored them, swinging Timmie up, clearly intent on throwing him.

Just then, a lazy voice cut through the commotion.

“That’s enough, Leonid.”

Recognizing Artem Vetrovski's voice, Leonid didn’t dare push his luck. He dropped Timmie onto the ground and stepped back, head down.

Artem sauntered over, clapped Leonid on the shoulder, and lectured him with a sigh.

“Leonid, just because others lack manners doesn’t mean you have to sink to their level.”

“A little lesson is enough. There’s no need to go too far.”

“Yes, sir!” Leonid shouted.

The two Knights took advantage of the distraction to rush over, shielding Timmie behind them and barking out,

“Who are you people?”

“How dare you harm someone at Mondstadt’s city gate!”

Artem casually picked at his ear, flicked his finger, and shot back with mockery,

“Oh? What are you talking about?”

“Did anyone see us hurt anyone?”

He looked around, calling out, “Anyone see anything? If you did, speak up now!”

His cocky, brash attitude made the two knights want to explode, but one glance at the menacing Fatui soldiers behind him and their bravado instantly crumbled.

Artem scanned the crowd. Seeing that not a single person dared speak up, he smiled faintly.

“We’re envoys from Snezhnaya.”

“Who would have thought Mondstadt would try to trip us up with something so petty?”

“Is this how you treat your guests? Trying to give us a hard time?”

“What, is this the legendary Mondstadt hospitality?”

“Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of the Tsaritsa?”

He put extra weight on “wrath of the Tsaritsa.”

Those words sent chills down the spines of the two knights.

Assaulting a foreign envoy—

And not just any envoy, but one from Snezhnaya, the most powerful nation in Teyvat!

That kind of trouble was nothing to laugh at.

The older knight glared fiercely at Timmie, who was cowering behind him, then forced himself to bow and say,

“Esteemed envoy, please forgive Timmie’s rudeness. He didn’t mean to offend you.”

Artem let out a cold snort.

“Didn’t mean to?”

“Mondstadt’s only got one main gate.”

“This brat lets his pigeons loose right at the entrance, and you’re telling me none of you noticed?”

“You see our troops coming, and instead of getting out of the way, he starts shouting that we’re all villains?”

“Sounds to me like you’re just looking for a fight, aren’t you?”

Artem’s aggressive stance left the two knights gritting their teeth in frustration.

To be fair, it was a little bit their fault.

They’d told Timmie a hundred times not to keep pigeons at the gate, but he never listened.

And since his father went missing, everyone pitied him—so they let things slide.

They never imagined a moment of kindness would come back to bite them like this.

Glancing at Timmie, who was hiding off to the side, about to burst into tears, Artem felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Back in his previous life, he’d always found this foul-mouthed kid irritating.

Sure, his father’s disappearance was the first emotional blow most Genshin players ever faced—but that didn’t excuse how insufferable the kid could be.

No matter how much you helped him in-game, he always had something snide to say.

You couldn’t smack him in the game, but now, finally, he could give the kid a real lesson.

And as for whether bullying him like this would provoke resentment from Mondstadters?

What a joke.

Who am I?

I’m Mondstadt’s undercover agent!

Why would I care about being resented? That’s the whole point!

Besides, as long as he acted even more Snezhnayan than the Snezhnayans themselves, who would ever suspect he was a spy?

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