Chapter 8

In order to enter Liyue, many formalities must be done.

No nation except Mondstadt was letting strangers in freely. Even though the archon war had long ended, the nations were still alert because of the remaining people of the gods killed in the archon war.

He wouldn't have any problem entering now since his case was probably forgotten and he was definitely considered dead by Inazuma so his wanted status was also down.

There was a small line of people waiting in front of a man sitting on a desk filled with papers, above the man was a poster hung to a wooden pole, it read "Entry Permit Application Center". The people in the line weren't of Liyuean origin and some were even Inazuman, by that he was sure that the line was for outsiders like him.

Indra quickly glanced at the fisherman, he knew that he would keep his mouth shut about the fact that he was literally found floating in the ocean with nothing but a sword in hand, speaking of swords.

Indra looked at the sword attached on his back, the sword was sure handy as hell, helped him in threatening the fisherman.

Indra quickly walked towards the line and thinked about the important matters while waiting for his turn.

He had no mora. None at all. The only thing that he had that was his own was his sword and it was in bad condition, no longer usable for combat.

He could probably get out some mora out of threatening people, rich people especially. On second hand, no. He didn't want to get another bounty on his head after his experience from escaping Inazuma.

Bounties. He could probably complete some bounties by killing monsters or even assassinate rich people since he was pretty good at stealth.

It looked like he would have to roam Liyue all day to get a job.

It was now his turn.

"Please tell me your name sir." Said the man on the desk who looked.... Scared? Probably because of his stature and physique, the fact he had a sword on his back didn't help much.

"Indra." He replied nonchalantly.

The man looked at him again, "No last name?".

"... No." Indra replied. After his exile he was probably no longer considered as a member of the Kayuta clan, so no.

"Ok..... Which nation are you from?" The man asked after writing down his name on a paper.

"Inazuma."

"Inazuma, Ok... Purpose for your visit?"

That got Indra thinking. He couldn't say to escape from the army of The electro archon or that he was exiled.

"To learn Martial arts." Was the excuse he came up with. It was pretty convincing from how he looked.

"Oh? Martial Arts? Which school?"

Damned curious bastard. He couldn't name any martial arts school in Liyue nor did he remember any famous form of Martial arts from Liyue.

"Not sure." Indra said with a harder tone now directly staring at the man, silencing any more questions.

The man although even more curious now, shrunk back in fear, "O-o-ok..... Age?"

"14."

"Excuse me?"

"I said Fourteen."

He could understand the confusion of the man. He was far, far too tall for his age. Probably nearing 5'11 and his toned physique and him carrying a sword didn't help either.

The man raised his head to question him further but faltered under the suffocating gaze.

The man quickly wrote down somethings on the paper and handed it to Indra and pointed to another stall, "There you can give this paper to obtain your permit, have a nice stay."

Indra took the paper and quickly went to that stall and got his permit.

Indra slided the permit into his pocket and entered the streets. The atmosphere was filled with fresh air, the streets were bustling with merchants and stalls.

While looking around, he found a stall with sign saying, "Hiring strong men for transporting goods to Mondstadt."

Bingo.

He went near the stall and looked at the man standing behind it, he was talking with two muscular who were likely here to sign up for the job.

Indra approached the man, "I heard that you are looking for strong men to escort some goods to Mondstadt. Am I correct?".

The man eyed Indra and grinned, "Yes! Yes! I take it that you are also here to sign up for job like these two gentlemen here! You are exactly the kind of man I am looking for!"

The man pulled out a paper with pen, "Sign this contract so we can get done with formalities."

Indra signed the paper, he had learnt to do that from his father who was always busy with paper work regarding the clan and had taught him how to sign during his free time.

"Great! Now show me your permit and fill this form!" The man extended his hand for the permit and extended other with the form in hand.

"Where exactly do i have to escort the goods to?" Indra questioned before filling out the form.

"The Ragvindr Mansion, or winery, you can say."

-To be continued-

Some political shenanigans and crimes are about to commited in Mondstadt by Indra and a certain Ragvindr.