Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 382 Embers of the Winner
Dadalia grasped Liyue's unique brush like holding a sword, and wrote Ajax's real name in crooked Liyue's ancient script.

And the bright heart of God also appeared out of thin air from the paper the moment the young executive put down the brush.

The orange-haired young man with sharp eyes and quick hands immediately raised his hand, tightly grasping this chess piece that contained enormous divine power for thousands of years.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhongli."

Dadalia's excitement was beyond words, but he didn't pay attention to the compensation clause in the contract at all.

Anyway, the one who lost money was Pantalone, who was smiling all day long and full of grand plans. Ajax's task was to retrieve the Rock God's Heart by any means.

The tacit cooperation between Zhongli and Dadalia made the lady's slender neck twitch from time to time.

How could the masters of the eight seats who were put together couldn't see the tricks between the last seat and Zhongli, but she couldn't use force at this time to force Dadalia to hand over the heart of God that originally belonged to her.

The executives of the fools can calculate and use each other, but they cannot sneak attack and murder. The clown has already expressly prohibited this kind of thing from happening.

After all, no one wants a trusted colleague to stab him in the back when the battle is at stake.

"Very good, Ajax..."

"I hope you are ready to bear the wrath of Pantalone and me."

The lady opened her mouth through gritted teeth, the bone-white roses on her waist turned into frost, and the thorny instruments floating in her ears swayed like bells, but the tune seemed to be frozen by the cold winter aura, without any sound.

Even when it was time to speak harshly, the lady still didn't dare to show dissatisfaction with Morax's decision. She was good at guessing people's hearts and knew that any scheme would become powerless in the face of absolute strength.

"Ma'am, maybe sitting in the eighth seat for too long has given you overconfidence in your own strength."

Facing the threats and provocations from his colleagues, Dadalia put the heart of God into his arms, and a look called madness appeared on his face again. The turbulent flow of the whale sky collided with the aura of the severe cold, and frost flowers continued to condense .

The traveler raises the rock barrier and protects Paimon behind him, while Famas and Zhongli in the center of the aura remain motionless, like two adults watching a child showing off a cherished toy.

"Hehehe..."

Just when the atmosphere became tense, the lady sneered for no reason, then put away the abnormal chill, turned and left with a cold expression, the complicated clothes were turbulent, and there was a crisp sound of metal collisions.

"I don't want to be like a clown in a circus, using my life to perform plays for the gods."

"See you at the end of winter... the last one who thought he was favored by the gods."

It wasn't until the lady's glamorous figure disappeared into the passage that Dadalia put away the unpredictable madness in his eyes, turned to Zhongli and Famas and others, and explained in a seemingly helpless tone.

"I can't get along with her, Mr. Zhongli should know."

"Although the crowd of fools is full of conspiracy and betrayal, fortunately, there are still many things that I am interested in."

"For example... meet companions who become stronger together in battle."

Dadalia turned his gaze to the traveler who returned the sword, and Zhongli also turned around briskly.

It's just that when Dijun saw Famas who was doing nothing behind the traveler, his head still ached involuntarily.

"The trip to the Bank of the Northland has come to an end, but the traveler and little friend Pimeng must still have many doubts."

Instead of paying attention to the young man fishing in troubled waters, Zhong Li looked at the puzzled traveler and Paimon, his golden eyes shining with relief in the morning light.

Although the retirement plan at this time is still missing a very important part.

"Yeah, your feigned death is really too much! Everyone held a ceremony to welcome you, and suddenly a dragon fell from the sky, and then Liyue Port was in chaos, and Famas..."

With the departure of the powerful lady, Paimon finally resumed his usual chattering appearance, counting Zhongli's bad behavior in detail, but when he mentioned the war, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Isn't that exactly what he wanted to see?"

"Resolve the scourge of war in ancient times, extort Zhidong's indemnity, restrain the development of Liyue's technology..."

"Except for the population consumed by the war, Liyue has almost no losses."

Farmas, who was watching the whole process of the conversation, threw the last piece of pastry into his mouth, then wiped his hands with a woven tablecloth in the style of solstice, and came behind the traveler and Paimon.

"Eh?"

Paimon didn't understand what Farmas was saying at all. Instead, the traveler put his hand on his chin and put on a thoughtful gesture.

"You may also have guesses, but let me explain the truth myself."

Zhongli nodded towards the traveler with a gentle expression, as if there was a warm gleam in the golden eyes that could accommodate everything, even the guests who came and went to the Shengtang for business would feel close to this Mr. Ke Qing for no reason.

"As you know, I have spent more than six thousand years in this world, and it was three thousand seven hundred years ago that I established Liyue together with the immortals."

"The rock that the vortex can't break will also wear away under the erosion of time, but I have been convincing myself that the day when the cracks are worn out has not yet come."

Dijun sighed as if relieved, and looked at the gate of Beiguo Bank with nostalgia, but through the door, he stared at Liyue who was waiting to be rebuilt.

"Until a certain rainy day, I was strolling in the port, and heard a businessman complimenting his subordinates: 'You have completed your duties, now go to rest.'"

"At that time, I stopped for a long time among the people passing by, and kept asking myself in my heart, whether my duty...has been completed?"

Zhongli's tone became deeper and deeper, causing Paimeng to hesitate to speak.

"But when I started to think about whether I should step down, I realized that I still have many reasons why I can't leave."

"The land of walking with the gods, Liyue, is it ready to enter the next era? I must create an opportunity to observe carefully before making a decision."

"That's why I designed this suspended animation to drag fools, immortals, and the Liyue Seven Stars into chaos..."

It took Zhong Li half a stick of incense to explain his plan in detail to everyone.

Although the existence of Farmas has brought some variables, the situation is still under control.

After all, the God of War was the strongest existence in that era, and even the King of Rock at that time could only take advantage of the situation and enter.

"I see, like a vulture pushing a lazy chick out of its nest."

"Zhongli hopes to see if Liyue can soar with him in the most chaotic time."

Paimeng summed up Zhongli's explanation with easy-to-understand metaphors, while Ying touched the little mascot's head with emotion.

In order to confirm whether Liyue can enter the era of human rule alone, Zhongli designed this suspended animation to drag everyone into chaos.

And he also temporarily put the heart of God in Ningguang for safekeeping, as a backup when it can't end.

Just like a child who loses his parents will quickly mature, this city named Liyue already has the ability to stand alone in the face of the death of a god.

"But those innocents who died in the war, and Farmas..."

Paimon flew to Famas's side, but found that the other party was not moved by Zhongli's words, and looked at the gate of Beiguo Bank with a frown on his own.

He always felt that there was something deliberately concealed in Zhongli's plan.

(End of this chapter)