Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Yinyuan Hall is really capable. He can even privately cast a statue of the Seven Heavenly Gods."

Famas, who was sitting on the seat, lowered his head and looked at the rock statue on the stand that emitted a blue glow that reached into the sky and the earth.

The face of the woman on the statue is still blurry, but the power it represents can be seen from the pervasive faith.

Privately cast statues of the Seven Heavenly Gods were once taboo in the countries of Teyvat. This kind of statue representing the authority of the gods was originally made by civilians, rulers and church organizations at that time through various channels. It has been believed in for thousands of years. Infection can finally gain the approval of the god himself.

It can be said that the statues of the Seven Heavenly Gods in the Teyvat continent are themselves the embodiment of the power of the seven ruling powers in the world. Unofficial and privately cast statues have symbolized blasphemy against the gods for a long time.

However, this taboo was quickly forgotten by the people of Teyvat. There is no other reason. The great power contained in the Seven Heavenly Statues comes from the gods, and naturally needs to be given by the gods. And those who can communicate with the seven gods, except for the gods' dependents, are from all countries. Rulers and church members.

They obviously have more pressing problems that need to be solved than making statues of gods.

Therefore, the cost of casting the Seven Heavenly God Statue has been skyrocketed, while the benefits have been infinitely reduced. Even those with ulterior motives like the Abyss Cult, when executing the [Loom of Destiny] plan, simply stole a Wind God Statue directly from the Oath Gorge instead of relying on Build according to your own capabilities.

But the statue of the Seven Heavenly Gods obtained by Yinyuan Hall exudes a faint blue light, and seems to have been recognized by the corresponding god.

"Self-will does not equal devout belief. You should know better than me, Lord Famas."

"It's just that when doing things in Liyue... there seems to be no better excuse than faith."

The speaker was Pantalone, who had remained silent since Zhongli's appearance. Famas glanced sideways and saw that the other person's half-rimmed glasses were glowing with cold light in the shadows. There was the same smile on his lips as always, gentle and unyielding. Out of proportion.

"You want to say that this statue of the Seven Heavenly Gods has nothing to do with the Fools, right?"

Famas heard the banker's implication, while Pantalone looked noncommittal.

People who are used to hanging out in shopping malls will always be careful not to let the other party take advantage of them easily, so as to prepare for an escape in case of an accident.

"The answer of yes or no is just amusement for you, but if you want to create a dramatic conflict for the story... then I am willing to give a yes answer."

The smile on Pantalone's face gradually twisted, and she lowered her head to look into Zhongli's gold-like eyes.

The god who looked down on the spring and autumn for thousands of years nodded slightly, and his eyes were like those of a saint walking through the clouds between the rocks, which made people read a bit of disdain and compassion.

"Your Excellency Famas, do you still remember the war you started not long ago?"

"If Morax has decided to leave, there is no need to declare his existence to Liyue in any form. He can disappear forever at any time. However, he chose to perform such a scene with you. This undoubtedly reflects Some kind of truth..."

"Even if his trust in the Seven Stars of Liyue is limited, he still has no confidence in leaving Liyue completely under human control."

Pantalone smiled and recited the name of the god, his voice was light and fast, as if he was extremely familiar with it, but whenever he mentioned the contracted patron saint, his eyes were full of longing and confusion.

"So what if Morax doesn't trust Qixing? Will he still let you govern Liyue?"

Famas glanced sideways at Pantalone, but the big banker didn't take Famas's ridicule seriously. As if he heard some interesting joke, he narrowed his eyes and smiled more happily, and then softly Shake his head.

"Although I am not a bureaucrat like Puccinella, I can also see that Liyue's political ecology has evolved into what it is today. It is all caused by ordinary people trying to please the gods. Who can make more money for this country? Anyone can become the Seven Stars of Liyue."

"The more secular power is, the more it will drive people crazy, and secular power should be controlled by secular people. How can gods understand the pain of people struggling in the secular world?" Pantalone began to output. There was no respect for the gods in his own opinions, but Famas didn't take it seriously. He even propped up his chin with his hand and shifted the focus of the meeting to the banker.

"Oh? Even if a poor person has no place to stand, don't you want to entrust the power of money to the gods?"

“Of course, everything should originally be our achievement, just as numbers and mathematics were originally born for the calculation of money amounts, there are words to write IOUs, and there are rules to frame the wealth that changes hands... Man should be the master of money, with a golden heart It should also pulsate for the human world.”

Pantalone has a smiling face, and his tone of voice is very friendly, but the content of his words is extremely cruel. Although he advocates that mortals are the masters of money, in the economic system he believes in, the ownership of commodities Exchange, people's acceptance and recognition will promote the improvement of the value of money, and the weak should be enslaved by money.

“Under such economic conditions, the only law is the private law of the hoarder, the only sanction is poverty or death, rentiers rule and are dominated and toil to death, the rules are always fair, and those who lose everything in the competition The weak will eventually be swallowed up by the torrent of the world.”

The big banker looked at Famas's contemplative expression, and spread his hands toward the void almost as if in longing.

“There will no longer be the intervention of God’s power to whitewash the power of the rich from the face of the poor; there will no longer be an influx of God’s wealth to save the dignity of the poor from under the feet of the rich… Until then, intimidation, terror, and even war will It is also considered a kind of wealth in itself.”

"Your Majesty Harpas, your country has also issued currency belonging to humans. You should know better than others the prosperous scene I have described. Wealth and war will become the closest partners, and we will dominate the entire world on behalf of the gods... …”

Pantalone was in high spirits, but still trying to restrain himself. He extended his right hand towards Famas, hoping to form an alliance with him.

But Famas just stared at Pantalone with teasing and cold eyes, as if he knew that the gaps between the other person's bones were filled with acrimony, jealousy and extremeness, forming flesh and meridians, and then covered it with warm and elegant skin, wearing Put on a fake smile.

"...He is indeed a hypocritical capitalist who eats people's blood."

Famas was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was recalling. Finally, he raised his hand and held it with Pantalone's right hand covered with rings.

The big banker tilted his head and smiled, his ebony hair hanging on the stand-up collar of his coat.

He didn't care about Famas's sarcasm. After all, the road leading to high places was made of corpses. If it wasn't him, it could only be someone else. The losers left behind and under his feet would only be afraid of his ruthlessness and ruthlessness. Calm and timid.

Power, wealth, status, these things will only appear indifferent if they are held in the hands. People who have nothing but blood and flesh squeezed from the bones by the superior people can only be hysterical.

"War is a serious means to achieve a serious goal." Famas thought for a moment, and suddenly said something that was obviously not a temporary idea, "In war, the wrong ideas born of kindness are the most harmful, and the ends justify the means. , The party that uses violence without hesitation will definitely gain an advantage when the other party does not do the same."

"Oh? That's a very correct point. Is this your famous saying?"

Pantalone let go of Famas's hand, and the two sat back on the sofa, as if nothing happened just now.

"No, these are actually the words of a certain submissive and incredibly weak demon god."

"You mean..."

Pantalone looked down at the statue in the center of the banquet hall, while Famas hummed a few syllables from his nasal cavity and nodded.

"Yes, this is what Heulia said. She knows the cruelty of war better than many people, so she never resists."

"Perhaps she now understands the reason why my hands are stained with blood." (End of Chapter)