The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [439]

“Who’s there?!”

Schubert jolted upright, eyes darting across the dim room—only to spot a tall, broad-shouldered man with black hair at the far end. The man was crouched over a slip of paper, sketching something on it—lines, triangles, rough symbols that barely held shape.

It was crude. Sloppy. Practically an insult to pen and parchment.

“You uncultured brute!”

Schubert’s face flushed with a mix of outrage and panic when he realized what the man was holding. “Who gave you permission to touch a nobleman’s belongings?!”

“Nobleman’s belongings?”

Jia Changjiang raised an eyebrow. “This is a city defense map of Mondstadt’s outer walls. When did that become the private property of its fallen nobility?”

He gave the sheet a little shake. “So, care to explain what you were planning with this?”

“That’s none of your concern!”

Schubert scrambled upright, trying to snatch the paper back.

“Maybe it’s none of my concern,” Jia said coolly, “but I’m pretty sure it’s Mondstadt’s business.”

“If I handed this over to the Knights, they’d have all the proof they need that the Lawrence Clan is conspiring with the Fatui, wouldn’t they?”

“You mongrel! You’re nothing but the Knights’ trained hound!”

Schubert pointed at Jia, seething. “Even if the Lawrence Clan has declined, our glory will rise again in Mondstadt!”

“You’re a fool and a savage!”

“I’m the fool?” Jia’s tone turned razor-sharp. “Then what does that make you?”

“Shall I kneel and offer a formal apology to ‘Lord Lawrence’ while I’m at it?”

“If you truly understand your place, then yes!” Schubert barked. “Kneel, apologize, return what you’ve stolen, and reflect on your disgraceful behavior!”

He stood tall and proud, as if expecting the room to bow to his mere presence.

“You… think you deserve that?” Jia narrowed his eyes. “What makes you nobler than me?”

“Crude. Unrefined—”

Schubert sneered. “Even the most basic etiquette you clearly lack! For someone like you, from some backwards foreign land, to act so disrespectfully before nobility—it’s revolting!”

“‘Backwards foreigner’?”

Jia let out a short, incredulous laugh.

When Jean had warned him that Schubert was hard to talk to, he hadn’t taken it too seriously.

But now?

Now he got it.

“You’re calling me a barbarian?”

Jia stood up in one fluid motion and took two steps forward, towering over Schubert.

Schubert had to crane his neck just to meet his gaze—but despite his smaller frame, he didn’t back down, still glaring defiantly.

“So this is the etiquette of your country?” Schubert scoffed. “When angered, you resort to violence? You speak in uncouth tongues, act like a brute, and you dare call me arrogant?”

“Violence? Against you?” Jia snorted. “The only people I fight with my full strength are heroes—or those with unshakable convictions. You? You’re not even worth the effort.”

He looked down at Schubert.

“A ‘barbarian’? My homeland has a civilization that spans thousands of years—our history is carved by war, our rites older than your family name.”

“When guests come, we offer fine wine. When wolves come, we raise our rifles.”

“What right do you have to stand here and judge me?”

“You say my words are unrefined?” Jia stepped forward again. “You want to hear how my homeland really insults your kind?”

“You? Schubert Lawrence? What makes you noble, exactly? You dare claim that title in front of me?”

His voice deepened, filled with fury.

“When I was battling Stormterror above Mondstadt—where were you? When I fought to end the cataclysm—where the hell were you?”

“I earned my glory in the present. And you? You sleepwalk through dreams of faded greatness!”

Schubert straightened, indignant. “We, the noble descendants of Lawrence, were born different from the likes of you!”

“One day, the Lawrence name will once again rule Mondstadt!”

“So your ‘glory’ is inherited, not earned?” Jia’s eyes narrowed. “Even if you are nobility, you're nobility of Mondstadt.”

“You used Mondstadt’s maps, handed its secrets to outsiders. That’s your idea of honor? Of ‘revival’?!”

Jia’s voice thundered through the room.

“A thousand years of Mondstadt loyalty—its generations of righteous citizens—would die of shame to see you bear their name!”

“The Knights’ rule is nothing more than a theft of what rightfully belongs to the Lawrences!” Schubert screamed back. “The people should kneel before us once more! We will bring etiquette and order back to this city!”

“Pathetic glory-hound!!”

Jia exploded.

“You think you're something without Mondstadt? You’re nothing!”

“Have you ever read your own country’s history?!”

“Peace and prosperity were bought with centuries of sacrifice—and you dare exploit the good will of others like this?!”

He leaned in. The force of his anger made Schubert lean back involuntarily.

“Barbatos fought for the freedom of this land. What the hell have you ever fought for?”

“The original Lawrences were Mondstadt’s pioneers—their nobility reflected the people’s nobility. Their strength was for the people!”

“The first nobles were heroes who rose from among the citizens. Their etiquette guided the people. Their discipline was strict, their principles unwavering. That is what made them noble!”

“But you… you’re just a hollow shadow of the name you carry.”

Jia’s laugh was cold.

“You really think the likes of you can stand beside the first nobles?”

“You twist the past and call it righteousness—then have the gall to claim you should rule?!”

Jia jabbed a finger at Schubert’s face.

“You’re a parasite on this nation! One litter after another, devouring all that is good!”

“You gorge yourself on the grain of kings, while the phoenix dwindles and the rats multiply!”

“Selling out to the Fatui? Handing over our city’s defenses? That’s your grand plan to ‘revive’ the Lawrences?! You idiot!”

“You’re a wolf in the fold—and the moment you gain power, you bare your fangs!”

“You fame-chasing fraud! Hypocrite!”

“All gold on the outside, rot on the inside—you dare speak to me of nobility?! Peh!”

Jia spat on him.

“You think you’re worthy to even stand in the same arena as me?”

“Keep dreaming!”

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