Chapter 513
Anqi chewed on her snack, looking at Rosalyn with a puzzled expression:
"Are you that short-staffed?"
"It shouldn't be a secret to you that the Fatui are missing two Harbinger. One of them was in charge of research, so they are indeed lacking in talented scholars."
"What are the benefits of working part-time Fatui?"
"Top-tier funding, materials, equipment, and high-end projects you can't even imagine—of course, the prerequisite for getting all of this is that you first prove your abilities."
Rosalyn told the truth.
The reason she dared to directly recruit people was because of the Cryo Archon; she believed the Cryo Archon's ideals were sufficiently inspiring. Moreover, once she took over the Doctor's projects, it would be too late to leave.
Anqi looked bewildered and thoughtful.
Rosalyn pressed her advantage and asked directly:
Do you still have any concerns?
"This is so sudden. But once I finish my projects in Mondstadt, I'll probably head off on a study tour. I was originally planning to go to Sumeru or Fontaine first..."
"Go directly to Zhidong. I'll write you a letter of recommendation. Given your special status, you deserve to be received personally by a Harbinger. You can verify the treatment I mentioned then."
"It's not impossible, I'll think about it. Since you're so sincere, I'll make an exception—that drunken poet usually hangs out at the [Angel's Share] tavern at night, so please don't hesitate."
There's really no need to remind them; the Fatui's intelligence network is far more sophisticated than they are, unable to see even such basic information.
Anqi managed to gain favor by using meaningless information.
This won Rosalyn's favor, though not much, but enough for her to put Anqi on that rare list of "Mondstadt she found agreeable".
"Although we may not be colleagues in the future, you can always turn to the Fatui before I leave Mondstadt. They can offer you many conveniences that the Knights Fatui not be able to provide."
"Okay~~"
Receiving this message somewhat Anqi up for the disappointment of missing the show.
Rosalyn gazed in the direction of the tavern, lost in thought—should she continue to entice the bard, or take a more gradual approach? That was the question.