Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 273 I will form a cash machine

Hearing Paimon's address, Famas became even more energetic, rubbing Paimon's little face like rubbing a steamed bun.

"Ying... um... help me!"

The bullying little Paimon stomped his feet, grunting incessantly.

The girl couldn't help Paimeng pleading for help pitifully, and stretched out her hand to pull Farmas's sleeve.

"Well, since Ying is begging for mercy..."

The boy in red squeezed the childish face of the little mascot, and finally let go of her.

Next is the pleasant meal time. The storyteller tells the anecdotes and anecdotes circulating in Liyue Port from time to time. The statue is also watching the prosperous Liyue Port day after day.

Half an hour later, the traveler bid farewell to Zhongli and Famas.

Before Gan Yu left, she didn't tell the two of them how to climb the Jade Pavilion. Famas just wanted to remind them that the excited Paimeng was already bouncing around and pulling Ying to do the preparations.

According to the little mascot, when meeting rich people, you must pay attention to etiquette.

"What's going on in Paimon's little head?"

Ying turned her head to one side, gently narrowed her curved eyes, and looked at Paimon who was circling in the air with a smile on her face.

"Not at all!"

The smile on the girl's face was misunderstood by Paimeng as teasing, and he hurriedly defended himself.

"Well... even if there is a little bit, it's just for making friends with rich people!"

As the voices of the two women's conversation faded away, only Famas and Zhong Li who were sitting opposite were left in the wine shop.

The air was filled with the fragrance of tides and neon flowers, and a few golden dragon scales appeared at the end of Zhongli's eyes, radiant and colorful, even the treasures in the world are not as good, and the patterns of stone amber are reflected in the golden pupils.

The storyteller's voice gradually became lower and lower than before.

"Is Walnut back?"

Zhong Li caressed the white teacup in his hand, and the tea stems on the water surface heaved.

"Go back to sleep."

Speaking of that eccentric girl, Famas had a smile on his face: "Aren't you wondering what I found at the border?"

Zhong Li shook his head indifferently, as if he didn't care about all of this.

"Since ancient times, there have been such legends in Liyue's market place. If a soldier dies in a foreign war and does not return home, he will think that he still has the iron rules of the world, and he still has to defend his home and country and protect his subjects. "

"In the battle of Guiliji, Munata killed the entire expeditionary army. Because of the turmoil and relocation, no one buried his body."

"When those soldiers saw you... they could be regarded as returning to their hometowns."

Zhongli's narration was not mixed with too much emotion, coupled with that peaceful tone, it was easy for people to immerse themselves in his narration.

The joys and sorrows of the years are all accompanied by his unhurried voice.

"But I'm really curious, the kind of wisdom that brings the dead back to life."

Zhong Li frowned, and looked at the red-clothed boy who was munching on the rice dumplings.

He knew that Famas had encountered his former subordinates in the border, but he didn't take it to heart.

This is the result of self-confidence in his own strength, as well as humility and introversion. Rock God never takes the lead in using force, but it does not mean that he is a god who only pays attention to contracts and promises.

After all, Morax was recognized as the god of war in the Tivat continent thousands of years ago, and the compliance of the contract also requires strong strength to guarantee it.

"500 years ago, I also went to Sumeru, but...they have lost such wisdom."

"Wisdom is already the enemy of the God of Wisdom, and knowledge is the bait that floats on the surface of the sea of ​​ignorance."

Zhongli propped his elbows on the Shenmu tea table, and his usually calm golden pupils were filled with rare expectations.

If the technology to bring the dead back to life can be reproduced, those who died in the Demon God War will also see the prosperity of Liyue now.

In the first few years of the Guiliji War, he was still worried about the blockage of the trade route, but now Liyue has become a place where thousands of sails gather.

"To be precise, this is a kind of alchemy, and it also has a name, called the art of gold."

Famas leaned casually on the back of the chair, dots of flames ignited between his fingers, and a flame-red crystal butterfly flew out of the fire, flapping its wings as thin as a cicada's wings, and flew around the boy several times , and finally annihilated into sparks, like the last rhyme of fireworks blooming.

"The creation of this kind of alchemy has nothing to do with Sumeru and Munata. It is just that Munata, which is prone to wars, has enough war dead to supply experiments; Sumeru, who has mastered the flow of earth veins, can Unearth the ultimate wisdom of ages past."

"However, the moment the law of creation was born, the curse of the sky also followed. Except for Jin himself, no one should know how to revive the dead."

Famasi's words of remembrance came to an abrupt end, Liyue was approaching midnight at this moment, there were very few pedestrians in Feiyunpo, and merchants were rushing to clean up their facades at the last minute.

The owner of the restaurant in a short gray and brown vest paced over from a distance, abruptly interrupting the conversation between Famas and Zhongli.

"You two, the shop is closing soon, please..."

The hunched boss looked at a large table of dishes ordered by the two of them, and stared at the seemingly stable Zhongli with vigilant eyes.

The top-quality Qingce black tea is smooth and straight, with a mellow tea aroma, and a cup costs [-] moras.

There were also appetizers and snacks on the table, and the high-piled dinner plates made the boss marvel at the food intake of the two.

Mr. Zhong calmly sat on the chair calmly. Only now did he think of the important event that he had forgotten in the afternoon when he was immersed in the wishes of the people.

Go back to Shengtang and get Mora.

A little embarrassed, Zhong Li glanced at Famasi calmly, and was about to ask the boy if there was any extra Mora on him, but was shocked by the other's acting skills.

Famas, who used to be full of energy and chatted with Zhongli, is now tilting his head, squinting his eyes, snoring lightly, and looking like he is falling asleep drunk.

"Ahem, Boss, can you bring me the account book of the past... Beiguo Bank, and I will keep the account here."

Knowing that Famas could not be counted on, Zhongli asked the boss to take out the ledgers used for bookkeeping, and prepared to make the income of the past life hall even worse.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhong Li's mind suddenly flashed the image of Hu Tao folded his hands and praying devoutly next to the statue, and the account book of the Changshengtang in his mouth was also changed to Beiguo Bank.

"Northern Bank... this..."

Hearing the name of Beiguo Bank, the boss first opened his eyes wide, looked at Zhongli cautiously from beginning to end, and then said in embarrassment: "This guest officer, the account of Beiguo Bank, the little old man really dare not keep it... "

Hearing the boss's embarrassing words, Zhong Li frowned imperceptibly: "Why?"

"Now, no one knows that the emperor's murder is inseparable from the fools. Liyue's merchants are busy clearing the accounts with Beiguo Bank. If they fail to keep the accounts, the whole bank will be closed down by the Qianyan army. How dare they keep accounts? ?”

The boss explained to Zhongli nervously and nervously, and kept looking around, for fear that the Qianyan Army, who was watching the night, would discover the conversation between the two and cause some misunderstanding.

"Oh? Qixing seized Beiguo Bank? Why didn't I know?"

Just as Zhong Li was about to speak, a playful voice sounded from behind him. A young man with orange hair and blue eyes stepped out of the shadow on the edge of the house, touched the back of his head seemingly harmlessly, and smiled with white teeth.

"Good evening, Mr. Zhongli."

(End of this chapter)