When Acting Grand Master Jean heard about the existence of Bugs Bunny and his "glorious deeds" from Kaeya, she felt her temples throbbing, and her vision even started to darken.
She silently put down the thick documents in her hand, walked to the window, and watched the chase scene unfolding in the distant square.
It's over... Barbara above, another one has arrived... and this one looks like an existence capable of causing more trouble than those four Hilichurl Honorary Knights!
Anemo God, can Mondstadt really bear this?
They saw Cyrus, the Guild Master of the Adventurers' Guild, a usually steady and strong man, currently flushed red, waving a broom he had picked up from somewhere, chasing a gray rabbit dressed casually, who was even leisurely munching on a spare carrot, all over the square.
"You lawless rabbit! Stop right there!"
Cyrus's roar could be heard even through the window.
"Sorry, old buddy! I really didn't mean to!"
Bugs Bunny nimbly dodged the broom swings while responding in his signature, slightly lazy tone, sounding utterly insincere.
"Didn't mean to?! You soaked three months worth of mission reports, financial statements, and new recruit recommendation letters from the Adventurers' Guild in carrot soup until they turned into mush! And you say that wasn't intentional?!"
"Oh, come on, they just got wet. We can still use them after they dry in the sun..."
Bugs Bunny tried to bluff his way through.
"Dry in the sun?! That was thick carrot soup! It's sticky! And the most crucial thing is!"
Cyrus was so angry his hair nearly stood on end.
"You even used a precious Ancient Ruin Exploration Report to wipe your mouth! And then you dug a hole underground and popped right into my office! Making a huge mess of the floor! You call that 'not intentional'?"
Around the square, numerous onlookers, including Lumine, Paimon, and the quartet, watched the chaotic scene with bewildered expressions.
"This rabbit... he's only been here for half a day, right? His trouble-making ability is truly first-rate..."
Jesse's mouth twitched.
"And he seems particularly self-righteous about it?"
Paimon flew in the air, pointing a tiny finger over there.
Zane analyzed calmly: "No, he actually knows he's in the wrong. Otherwise, with his ability, Guild Master Cyrus wouldn't even touch his shadow. He is purely... well, enjoying the fun of messing with people."
Sure enough, although Bugs Bunny ran incredibly fast, he never left the confines of the square, nor did he use any super-standard abilities, relying solely on flashy footwork to exhaust Cyrus.
Finally, perhaps having had enough fun, or maybe having finished the carrot in his hand, Bugs Bunny finally stopped.
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Alright, alright, old buddy, I concede. How about I compensate you for your losses?"
In the end, under the "mediation" of the crowd (mainly Kaeya, sent by Acting Grand Master Jean), Bugs Bunny paid out his treasured stash of premium carrots, piled as high as a small mountain, supposedly sourced from various worlds (?), and promised to work two days of odd jobs for the Adventurers' Guild for free. Only then was Cyrus's towering rage barely quelled.
Cyrus didn't actually assign the rabbit of unknown origin any dangerous tasks; he merely instructed him to do simple jobs like cleaning, organizing files (limited strictly to physical transportation), and delivering takeout.
Thus, the residents of Mondstadt City soon witnessed a strange sight: an upright walking gray rabbit, wearing an ill-fitting Adventurer uniform, carrying a takeout box, and leisurely traversing the streets and alleys with a carrot dangling from his mouth.
"Hello, your takeout has arrived."
Bugs Bunny followed the address to a slightly secluded alley and handed the takeout box to a young man standing before him, who was dressed lavishly and had an arrogant expression.
The man glanced at Bugs Bunny, a hint of disdain and superiority flashing in his eyes. He spoke in a deliberately affected and uncomfortable tone: "Truly... disrespectful. A mere delivery peasant, and a low-grade beast at that."
Bugs Bunny paused his carrot-chewing motion.
The man continued speaking arrogantly in an aria-like tone: "You should kneel on the ground, devoutly kiss the earth beneath my feet, which has been saturated by my noble aura, and then, using your filthy paws, respectfully present my belongings with both hands."
Bugs Bunny stuffed the rest of the carrot into his mouth, chewed a few times, swallowed, and then looked at the man expressionlessly: "Where did all this pointless blabber come from! Just tell me if you want this takeout or not! If you don't, I'll take it back and feed it to the Hilichurls!"
This impolite, even contemptuous attitude completely enraged the man.
His face flushed red, and he pointed at Bugs Bunny: "You insolent rabbit! Mind your status and words! I am a descendant of the noble Lawrence Clan! You..."
"Blah blah blah! Pay up! That's fifteen hundred Mora in total!"
Bugs Bunny impatiently interrupted him, immediately extending a paw for the money.
"Money? Heh, sure enough, you are a lower life form, with eyes only for such vulgar things!"
The Lawrence aristocrat's chest heaved with anger. He snatched the takeout box violently, but instead of catching it properly, he forcefully slammed the entire box onto Bugs Bunny's face!
Greasy soup and noodles instantly smeared all over Bugs Bunny's face!
Next, he lifted his foot, clad in exquisite leather boots, and brutally kicked Bugs Bunny in the stomach, sending him flying directly into a large, foul-smelling trash can nearby!
"Bang!"
The trash can lid wobbled a few times and closed.
The Lawrence aristocrat adjusted his collar and spat toward the trash can: "Hmph! If this were the era of the aristocrats, a despicable existence like you would have been hanged long ago! This is just a small lesson for you! Remember, never challenge the prestige of an aristocrat!"
Having said that, he turned around smugly, ready to leave this "unbefitting" alley.
"Clack."
The sound of the trash can lid being gently pushed open came out.
They saw Bugs Bunny, with a head full of vegetable leaves and noodles, slowly poking his head out of the trash can.
The previous leisure and mockery were gone from his face, replaced by an expression that was extremely calm, yet chilling to the bone.
He extended a paw and elegantly (if one ignored the grime on his head) flicked a rotten vegetable leaf off his shoulder, then spoke word by word in his unique, lazy tone, now laced with a hint of coldness:
"Buddy... slamming a meal box onto my face, and kicking me into a trash can..."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You should know this means war."