Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

In the resplendent and resplendent lobby of the Northland Bank, there was a clear sound of Mora colliding.

Despite the upheaval in Liyue Port and the responsibility of the Seven Stars, as a financial institution established by Zhidong, the employees of Beiguo Bank did not feel much about the departure of Yanwang Dijun. When Liyue is economical, there will no longer be obstacles from the opponent's gods.

But looking at Famas who came uninvited, Ekaterina still said helplessly that Master Pantalone was waiting for him upstairs, and then turned to lead the boy.

When I came to the door of the office on the top floor of the Northland Bank, it was quiet outside the door, only a few candlesticks were burning faintly. Ekaterina knocked on the door to remind Pantalone in the room, and then stood outside the door, Signaled Famas to enter alone.

There will always be a floor on the top of the Bank of Northland reserved for the founder, with only the queen's palace and the mayor's administrative building standing next to it.

Compared to Ekaterina's prudence, the young man naturally didn't have the so-called uneasy emotions, so he pushed open the door carelessly and broke in.

What catches the eye is the extremely luxurious and fine decoration of the office, with leather and wooden chairs with a strong winter style and bookshelves with gilt patterns. The white quill seems to have just been used up and is being inserted in the ink bottle.

There is still a flame burning in the sealed stove inside the house, maintaining the warmth of the room, but the moonlight shines on the ground through the stained glass windows, making it look extremely cold.

Pantalone was sitting at the table, the candlelight made his face softer, the glasses chain shone under the moonlight, and the decorations on it swayed gently with his movements.

"Your Majesty Harpas, this is our first meeting, the ninth seat of the Fools' Executive Officer, "Rich Man" Pantalone. "

Seeing the young man appearing at the door, Pantalone's eyes shimmered under the lens, and he stood up in a rather gentlemanly manner to greet Farmas with a friendly voice.

As the executive officer of the Fools, Pantalone's etiquette is impeccable, but the moment Pantalone's voice fell, the boy at the door suddenly turned into a flame and rushed to the opponent's side, grabbing the ninth seat With the arm of the executive officer, he carefully looked at the man's elegant and handsome face, and then yelled as if he had encountered a savior:

"Pan Fugui! You are finally here!"

"Morax, you know, right? The guy who doesn't give you the eyes of God, as the God of Wealth, he is so poor that he can't even find a Mora!"

"Every day I go out to drink tea with him, I'm terrified. I'm afraid that one day the wallet is gone, and Morax and I have to wash the dishes and pay back the money..."

Famas hugged Pantalone's arm tightly and began to complain miserably, completely ignoring the stiff smile on Pantalone's face.

Although he has already learned from the information provided by the buffoon that the "war lord" Halpas behaves indulgently and unrestrainedly, Pantalone still prepared a plan before meeting Farmas, and even simulated it in his mind. A variety of situations that may arise when meeting.

However, as a big banker with blood, tears and wailing, Pantalone never imagined such a way of meeting.

Is this boy holding his arm and complaining about the rock god really the demon god who almost split Liyue in two not long ago?
There is also the title of Pan Fuguier. Is this His Excellency Harpas laughing at him?

Pantalone stiffened, but Famas' chatter was far from over.

"Fugui, v me for 50 Mora first, and I will tell you a secret about the God's Eye!"

"Morakes is actually a white-haired man. Even if he can't be completely white, he has to be a little bit high or low. If you dye your hair white, I will take you to see him. Maybe he will send you a few more gods." Eye……"

Farmas continued to output unreliable remarks. At this time, Pantalone finally reacted, tried to move his body, opened the drawer beside the table, took out a dusty bag from it, and stuffed it into Farmas' chest. inside.

"This is 100 million moras, Sir Famas, may I trouble you to let me go first?"

Although I don't know what v means, Pantalone understands that Famas wants 50 Mora.

Famas let go of his arms and turned upside down holding the heavy purse, while Pantalone also took advantage of the situation to pull out his arm, and hastily stepped back a few steps to distance himself from the boy.

There was a dark knight sword on the desk in the office, but Farmas didn't look at the weapon the whole time. After roughly counting the golden Mora in the purse, he turned his head to look at it with sincere eyes. Pantalone standing in the room.

"Mr. Pantalone, it just so happens that Morax died. Isn't your code name a rich man? Are you interested in becoming the next rock god? I can recommend you to Ningguang, although she may not necessarily listen... "

Farmas enthusiastically rubbed against Pantalone, while the big banker just evaded back in a daze.

At the Northland Bank in the winter, Pantalone was almost an existence that no one wanted to provoke. The subordinates of the Northland Bank faced him with respect and respect, walking on thin ice. Pantalone really didn't know how to deal with the familiar demon god.

"Thank you very much for your suggestion, but I'm sorry, my ideal cannot be realized by God's bestowal."

Pantalone still maintained the elegance of an executive, and raised his hand very friendly to guide the young man to sit down for a detailed discussion, while Famas, who got Mora, happily pulled the chair across the table to Pantalone, and talked with the big bank. Sitting side by side.

But before Pantalone could say anything, Famas locked his eyes on another target.

It was an old Liyue teacup that didn't match the luxurious furnishings of the room. Famas just raised his hand to touch it, but Pantalone took it back faster than the boy.

"Oh, sorry, this one can't move."

Pantalone smiled at the end, rubbing the fuzzy glaze on the surface of the porcelain cup, the leaping auspicious clouds and dragon patterns are still vivid to the touch, the mottled glaze on the porcelain tea cup is evenly spread in the twilight, the quaint oriental shape is incompatible with the northern style.

Why does the "rich man", the executive officer of Zhiwinter, who revives Zhiwinter's economy with his own efforts and is ambitious to subvert the world's financial order, keep an old teacup from Liyue?

As if seeing Famas' doubts, Pantalone just put the teacup into his bosom without explaining too much.

After many years, Pantalone, who has become a big banker, always remembers the twilight that seems to be approaching dusk, thinks of himself in poverty and embarrassment, is full of hope for an illusory legend, and longs for wealth and God's approval.

The counterfeit porcelain cup that was bought at a high price with high hopes when he was young began to fade, but Pantalone still kept it as a treasure, while the rock god who never gave him his attention had already stepped down from his position.

Seeing the nostalgia on Pantalone's face, Famas finally put away his cynical expression and sighed deeply.

Sure enough, apart from herself, Liyue only has Dijun's Kitchen and the twisted Dijun's Kitchen! (end of this chapter)