Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The clouds are gone and the rain is coming, and the red sun is gradually coming out.

Buyun, Huixin, and Ningguang's three secretaries, who returned from Wuwangpo, were amazed at the mighty power to bring the dead back to life, but they adjusted their mentality on the way and immediately put themselves into the work of the General Affairs Department.

Buyun followed the old practice and led the traveling merchants from Fontaine, the scholars from Sumeru and the diplomats from Mond into the General Affairs Department.

People who knew a little bit about the inside story of the war were amazed by Tianquan's calmness and sharpness as before. When they left, Buyun's unabashed praise and surprise fell into Buyun's ears.

After encountering catastrophes one after another, Qixing, who was in charge of the overall situation, did not panic, and all orders and measures were in order, which is enough to make the people of Liyue feel proud. Many young people who tried to profit from the death of the emperor had to continue to hide in the dark , and wait for the right moment.

Buyun heaved a sigh of relief when he sent a farewell gift to the last big man.

Several days have passed, but Buyun's memory often repeats the moment when the crimson gun blade fell, the images of the heavy breathing and the important documents in his arms began to blur, the dazzling light pulled the shadows, each Such a loud noise is like the salute of all festivals exploding at the same time, but all I can touch is endless flames.

And Miss Huixin smiled at him before she died.

Birds chirp, green bamboos remain, and the sky is blue.Looking back, Liyue was still as busy as ever.

Subtle feelings and deep memories are intertwined into a complex experience, and the separation between detachment and personal experience is indescribable, so that in the next few days, Buyun often looks at the Shifeng slanting into the sky of Guyun Pavilion in a daze. Thinking about something.

The General Affairs Department kept receiving materials from various places, and the sound of papers being rubbed and whispers could be heard.

Suddenly, a window in the line of sight opened to the outside, and with a crash, shreds of paper fluttered down like snow.

Fluttering one after another, like snow and dust falling on the clouds; densely combed, a word is as precious as a rare treasure.

Followed by a few soft shouts and shouts, listening carefully, it seems to be the voices of the three secretaries and Lord Ningguang.

"This is not Qunyu Pavilion."

"...Go and let the people below clean up."

Huixin hurriedly came out from the gate of the General Affairs Department with a broom in her hand, and happened to meet Shang Buyun's gaze looking up from the dock warehouse.

In her eyes, there was only worry about her father's disappearance.

The gurgling water flows down the gentle slope, and the pebbles at the bottom of the pool are layered on top of each other, making no sound.

After losing the gods, the responsibility of guarding Liyue, which was provoked by the former emperor, was handed over to these little people.

But the Rock King Dijun, whom everyone misses, is now having a headache for Famas in front of him.

He hadn't enjoyed the leisure and elegance of retirement for a few days, and trouble came to his door again.

"So, what are you doing in the Hall of Life?"

Zhong Li sat back at the desk, picked up the teacup, and waited for Famas' next words.

Tea is good tea, like the clear dew in the pine trees before dawn, with a clear breath, which complements the tea drinkers.

Even in the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli's clothes are still very elegant, his speech is appropriate, and his gestures are graceful, giving people the feeling that he is very easy to get close to, but there is a feeling that this side is only deliberately shown to you.

However, Ying and Paimeng, the great heroes who repelled the Whirlpool Demon God and saved Liyue, went to the Adventurer Association to complete commissions every day, earning mora, and occasionally helping the residents of Liyue with reconstruction work and transporting supplies.

Now the two girls have also been pulled over by Famas, and the boy secretly told them that they can get a lot of rewards from Mo La.

Paimon, who couldn't move when he heard Mora, was easily fooled. He didn't even care about the commission that was about to be completed, and hurriedly followed Farmas to the Hall of Rebirth.

The result is of course needless to say, little Paimon's face has not yet escaped Famas' clutches.

"Of course I want a reward from you!"

Hearing Zhongli's question, Famas let go of Paimon.

Aggrieved, the little mascot flew back to the traveler, grabbed the ribbon of the girl's dress, and protested to Farmas while touching his reddened face: "The reward must be at least [-]-[-]! The face is not pinched for nothing!"

"Of course, if Pymon pinches me a little longer, there will be more Mora..."

Famas wanted to seduce little Paimon with the golden Mora, but the little floating follower was not stupid, he gritted his teeth and turned his head away, unmoved by the other party's words.

"If Paimon had realized this earlier, he wouldn't have been deceived..."

"Wow... Even you are laughing at me!"

Yingmei pursed her lips and smiled, so angry that Xiao Pai circled around the girl in embarrassment.

"Based on common sense, as a hero who repels the vortex demon god Oser, he should indeed be rewarded enough."

"Besides, I also promised Farmas everything except Liyue Port..."

Zhong Li put down his teacup, with an all-too-familiar gentle smile on his face, as if exuding a gentle and quiet aura like green pines and cypresses, luxuriant with frost, and upright all year round.

But Famas always felt that there was a slyness in the other party's smile that he had never seen before.

"Come with me."

Zhongli got up and led the crowd to the second floor of the Hall of Rebirth. Little Paimeng eagerly caught up with Mr. Ke Qing, while Famas and Ying exchanged glances, and quickly followed with a bit of curiosity.

Zhong Li did not bring everyone back to his bedroom, but instead stood in front of a certain room with a copper lock, tapped the lock cylinder with his finger, and the door opened in response.

"This is the storeroom of the Hall of Rebirth. Travelers and little friends of Paimon can choose a few antiques as a reward for this trip."

"I can also introduce a little bit below."

Xiangshengtang has been passed down to 77 generations since ancient times. Naturally, the family is quite well-to-do. The furnishings and layout in the house are very particular. There are many famous calligraphy and paintings, antiques, and antiques. The academic circles concluded the lost authentic works.

It's just that Traveler and Farmas are not very accomplished in antique appreciation. After all, some antiques have a shorter history than them.

But the long lifespan and extensive knowledge are enough for Farmas to judge which are the expensive objects that change the sound of the bell stone.

Things he hadn't seen were worthless.

The objects he has seen and passed down to this day are antiques that can be worth many moras.

While the traveler and Paimeng were eye-opening, they couldn't help but think that the Hall of Rebirth really sits on a golden mountain and stands still. Throwing any of the antiques here to the Liyue Market will drive those rich businessmen crazy .

No wonder Zhongli never looked at the price when buying things.

"This painting...so you took it away..."

Famas stood in front of an ancient painting well protected by divine power, on which was drawn a large area of ​​buildings surrounded by volcanoes.

The painter seems to be suspended in the air, condescendingly depicting hundreds of large factories and operating mechanical arms. A large number of strangely shaped perpetual mechanisms serve as labor to provide kinetic energy. The entire factory is running in an orderly manner, but no one is seen. Obviously, it has been realized. Fully mechanized production.

The whole painting uses bright red and yellow as the main tone, but the lines and brushwork are a little naive. Although there is a strong visual impact, it is still difficult to be elegant.

Hearing Famas' exclamation, Paimeng held the secret-colored porcelain in his arms, curiously approached the painting that the young man was admiring, and stammered out the artist's inscription in the corner.

"...Ahta Harpas?"