Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 288 The Wandering Warrior

When Zhongli and Dadalia were talking outside the house, Famas had already stepped into a messy blue-tiled house.

The teenager stood in the dimly lit empty room, most of the partitions of the room had been interrupted by the fierce battle, and the few surviving wooden bookshelves and exercise equipment stood alone in the room.

The simple tanned wild boar leather sofa has been cut into several pieces, the two legs of the tea table in the living room have disappeared, and the dust stains the mahogany shelf. Brings an eerie broken aesthetic.

"This thing... looks familiar."

Famas walked slowly to the sloping bookshelf, and found a large red leather-clad wooden box from the dusty debris. The buckle carved from obsidian was printed with faded flame patterns. There is also a prominent line of text: "Munata No. 30 Commemoration of the [-]nd Martial Arts Tournament."

Open the wooden box, there are a stack of photos and some old sundries inside.

Two windmills, a bookmark made of dried flowers, the windmills are folded out of paper, one red and one blue, but after a long time, they are a little faded, and the nails fixing them are rusty, which makes people see I can't figure out what is worth putting in a box and cherishing it.

Famas tentatively picked up the two windmills, and took a breath without moving.

The only thing in the box that might be worth some money is a silver wrench, on which there is a pattern carved out with exquisite craftsmanship. It can be vaguely seen that a young man is holding a sharp sword high, but this wrench is too oxidized , Just seeing what the pattern looks like is already making people's eyes dry.

The boy in red hesitated for a moment, and carefully took out the stack of photos.

The top photo is a group photo, it seems to be a family of three, and the background should be near Mond.

The blond woman was wearing a short white skirt and a Monde-specific scarf around her neck, looking curiously at the camera.The bronze-skinned man has short red hair, which is stroked up recklessly, wearing a thin coat, looking forward with his arms folded, and a finger wrench on his right hand.

And the closest to the camera is an immature little girl, smiling happily, and holding two windmills in her hands.

Famas recognized from the man's ring that he should be one of the participants of the martial arts conference that year, and the little girl's light blue hair gave Famas a strange sense of familiarity.

I seem to have seen this child somewhere?
The boy in red flipped through the photo in confusion. On the back of the faded photo were two lines of familiar ancient Munata text:
"Shut up your tears, get dressed, and put on your weapons."

"Grow up quickly, my child, and use strength and wisdom to stop the atrocities in the sky."

Famas, who was lost in thought, came back to his senses, and a small figure wearing a mask of fools suddenly flashed in his mind.

"It's that little Lightning Firefly warlock."

In the photo, the little girl coincides with the little Leiying warlock that Mond had seen. Famas remembered the child who strengthened the fog lights in the Goethe Hotel, but was scolded by fools and quartermasters. In the end, he helped her attach to the lights. Fire element power.

The two people in this photo should be the parents of the little girl, and this bronze-skinned man is the fighter who just fought Dadalia.

From Munata's father, Mond's mother, and the children who became fools.

Mond, Zhidong, and Munata, the family of three is really international.

"Rebel against the violence of the sky."

Famas carefully read the text behind the photo, but his thoughts drifted back to the ancient Munata involuntarily.

The vast grassland gave birth to the glorious city of Munata. When the surrounding demon gods and tribes were fading away, the city of war surrounded by volcanoes was still bathed in the grace of the gods.

The midday sun was extremely dazzling, and the sun poured down from the indigo sky, so the edges of the white marble buildings were covered with a layer of bright reflections, and the dome inlaid with colorful gems showed the magnificence of the Munata Colosseum.

The No.30 Second Martial Arts Conference, which is called "the last glow of the ancient country" by later generations, is being held in the arena. Although the war lord Famas did not attend the martial arts conference because of the suppression of the riots, the abolished nobles and slave owners The party has already begun.

The spectators sat on both sides of the stands clearly, only cheering for their most respected gladiators. The whispering and whispering discussions were all drowned out by the shouts of fanatical supporters.

The roar and the sound of the wind were all left behind, and the provocative expressions and fist-waving movements of the enemy turned into stagnant phantoms in the field of vision. Only the splashed blood and the pain of being hit on the body could make the young gladiators vividly Feel that they are alive.

Due to the growing plague and curse, Vulcan has announced that this will be the last Budo Tournament.

In the crowded civilian stands, Famas, who declared to suppress the rebellion, was wearing a drab shawl, leaning against the metal fence, staring at the brutal fighting in the arena.

This is the final battle between the maiden known as the Hand of the King and another martial artist.

The blue-haired girl did have extremely beautiful hands, her ten fingers were long and strong, and the wrist bone raised a round and sharp protrusion on the skin. Even the thin layer of muscle skin covering the bones couldn't fault it at all. The golden blade formed a strong contrast with the girl's somewhat pale complexion.

The transmission armor made by Vulcan himself was covered on the girl's skin, and she hit the roaring opponent with her movements. The precision machinery and the primitive animal nature collided in the air, making people's blood spurt uncontrollably.

These audiences are no different from the nobles who take pleasure in torture. They just obtain pleasure and satisfaction through the pain of others, and rely on the lives of others to prove their existence.

The glory in the Colosseum contrasts with the winding muddy paths outside the castle, the messy low buildings, the old steel scaffolding on the outskirts of the city, and the half-finished statues that have long been weathered.

Under the dilapidated eaves lived ordinary people with dull eyes and frail bodies, struggling in the quagmire of despair and hope.

The Allies withdrew, and Kanria moved underground, and the war of resistance was lost.

Famas sighed deeply, and issued orders through divine power to let the logistics force go to rescue the hungry residents.

This is one of the few things he can do. After the war, his existing divine power is less than half of what it was at its peak. He still has to maintain the foundation of the castle and control the spread of the curse. If he wants to do more things, he is really powerless. catch.

Famas hugged the box and photos, recalling the past years, but the sound of footsteps and panting sounded behind him.

It was Zhong Li who was supporting Dadalia.

The lines drawn by the warm light are intertwined, dyeing Dadalia's young face crimson, looking drunk.

"Famas, I want to take him back to Beiguo Bank to bandage his wound. The gift box you want can..."

Just as Zhong Li wanted Farmas to go to Fei Yunpo's store to buy the necessary items in the name of Beiguo Bank, his eyes fell on the leather-covered wooden box in the boy's hand.

"Have you found the right gift box yet?"

Famas blinked, and quietly hid a few photos in his arms: "I found it, you go quickly, don't worry about me!"

Zhong Li nodded slightly, not paying attention to what Famas was doing, and helped Dadalia, who was in pain but happy, to leave.

　Have you forgotten about Little Lei Ying?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)