As for Svarog's gaze, it didn't matter.
Anyway, it wouldn't bring him any harm.
As Lin Mo thought this.
On the other side.
Inside the Adventurers' Guild.
In the appraisal room where Albedo was located.
Before a dissected Whopperflower corpse.
A crystalline mirror, shaped by the power of Geo, quietly floated in the center of the room.
The image reflected in the mirror was a street in Mondstadt.
And Lin Mo's figure was clearly reflected within it.
Albedo, standing before the mirror, narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of deep thought in his golden pupils.
The Geo mirror he personally condensed could briefly capture some distant scenes.
When he dissected the Whopperflower and felt that incredibly strong aura of destruction.
He had intended to secretly observe Lin Mo.
As soon as he found Lin Mo, he unintentionally saw the Fatui approaching Lin Mo.
"Strange."
Albedo murmured softly, his gaze flickering slightly.
The mirror, condensed by the fusion of Alchemy and Geo power, could show what he wanted to find, but he couldn't hear any conversations.
However, although he hadn't heard the specific content of their conversation.
Just the Fatui's modus operandi made their appearance enough to warrant vigilance.
Moreover, Lin Mo was just an Adventurer, why would he be targeted by the Fatui?
And even have them personally seek him out?
This point could not be ignored.
And their interaction seemed not to be unfamiliar?
Albedo's fingertip slid gently, and the image in the mirror flickered slightly.
Then it slowly dimmed, eventually falling silent.
Albedo withdrew his hand, frowning, pondering the possible scenarios in his mind.
An elite Fatui member had previously died on the streets of Mondstadt, suspected to be the work of the Abyss Order.
But Lin Mo and Klee were together, yet the Whopperflower corpse they brought back once again emanated that destructive aura.
All of this seemed to suggest that Lin Mo might be connected to the Abyss Order.
But according to the Abyss Order's way of doing things, they would not take an interest in ordinary people.
The Abyss Order was not the type to recruit someone just because they saw a genius.
Or was it that Lin Mo harbored some unknown secret?
In any case, this was not something that could be easily ignored.
After a moment of contemplation, Albedo finally made a decision.
To go to the Knights of Favonius.
He needed to find Klee.
If he wanted to know more about the destructive aura, he might find some clues from Klee.
Although Klee was innocent, she always inadvertently came into contact with things others couldn't perceive.
Besides, she had been quite close to Lin Mo recently.
He could completely ask Klee.
Thinking of this, Albedo no longer hesitated, turned and pushed open the door, and walked away.
In the corridor outside the door, members of the Adventurers' Guild were discussing the amazing harvest of the day in low voices.
And when they saw Albedo emerge from the appraisal room, surprise showed on their faces.
"Mr. Albedo is already out, could it be that the appraisal results are in?"
"I wonder how much that Whopperflower corpse is worth; for an Alchemist, it must be priceless, right?"
"Definitely, there must be a lot of mora, and Mr. Albedo wouldn't be stingy; he'd certainly even give out Alchemy potions."
"So envious."
Thinking of the Whopperflower corpse Lin Mo brought back, the Adventurers present looked envious.
They had originally thought they were envious enough when Lin Mo brought back sacks and sacks of resources.
But he also brought back the corpse of a rare Whopperflower monster.
"The appraisal results are out; I'll deal with them when I return, but I'm going to the Knights of Favonius first."
At this moment, Albedo spoke to Katheryne as he walked out.
Katheryne nodded upon hearing him.
Night enveloped Mondstadt, and streetlights flickered.
The headquarters of the Knights of Favonius remained brightly lit in the quiet night.
Albedo walked steadily through the long corridor.
The familiar stone-tiled floor echoed faintly under his footsteps.
He skillfully arrived at Klee's room; faint "bang bang" sounds could still be heard from inside, mixed with the girl's excited murmurs.
Undoubtedly, Klee was fully engrossed in making her favorite "Klee-style surprises"—bombs.
Albedo frowned slightly and raised his hand to knock on the door.
But before he could push the door open, a faint smell of gunpowder and a strong scent of sulfur wafted from the crack in the door.
Albedo suddenly fell silent.
That shouldn't be right.
Klee was messing with gunpowder in her room?
"Klee."
Albedo spoke, and as he did, he pushed open the half-closed door.
The sight before him made him pause slightly.
Inside Klee's room, it was a mess.
Gunpowder materials were scattered all over the floor.
Metal casings of various sizes, gunpowder, fuses, and small bottles and jars of various colors.
These items almost occupied the entire desk and floor.
And Klee was sitting at a small table in the center of the room, holding a delicate little bomb, excitedly attaching a fuse to it.
Her face, arms, and even her red cloak were covered in gunpowder residue.
She looked as if she had just crawled out of an explosion site, all blackened.
But these smudges seemed to have no effect on her enthusiasm; instead, they made her smile even brighter.
"Mhm~ !"
"Klee's another super bomb is almost finished!"
Klee excitedly squeezed the bomb in her hand, her face full of pride.
However, the next second.
She noticed Albedo standing at the doorway, and the bomb in her hand nearly dropped to the floor.
"Brother Albedo?!"
Klee's eyes widened, and she was stunned for a moment.
Then she immediately beamed with joy, excitedly bounced twice, and scurried to Albedo's front.
She tugged on Albedo's sleeve, her expectant red eyes blinking.
"Brother Albedo, why are you here? Aren't you very busy?"
Klee asked, tilting her head.
Albedo looked down at the little one with a blackened face before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
His gaze swept across the chaotic scene in the room, and the thought "If I don't manage her, the entire Knights of Favonius will be blown up tomorrow" immediately popped into his mind.
After a moment of contemplation, just as he was about to speak, Klee had already started chattering to herself: