Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 520 Greetings from the Wind

The width of the Northland Bank facing the street is only a few meters long, but looking upwards, one can see jagged and sharp eaves that are dozens of meters long. The horizontal and vertical covered bridges meander upwards, with micro-carved stone statues of Liyue auspicious beasts lying across the bridge. Brilliant golden light refracts from the interior of the bank, making it colorful.

  Famas did not continue to ask how the evil eye would be used, but instead changed the angle and started:

"Is the Northland Bank so short of money? Even if the price is high, the risks during transportation are not small, right?"

According to the stories passed down orally on the continent of Teyvat, the Bank of the North is second only to the Golden House. There are even rumors that the speed at which the Golden House mints Mora cannot keep up with the speed at which Pantalone makes money.

Sooner or later, the bankers of the North will usurp all the wealth of the continent of Teyvat.

"I thought you were different from other gods...you understood the panic of the little people's struggles."

Pantalone cut off a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, saying helplessly, "The world is made up of pure violence and money. All violent acts are for the purpose of gaining more benefits. If that's the case, will there be an end to the pursuit of money by the Northland Bank?"

The light from the study wall lamp shone on Pantalone's profile, making the unlit side even darker.

"Under the rules set by Morax, this world actually has such a simple way to gain benefits. I am deeply moved by this."

Pantalone cut the meat and bread slices with a smile. After chewing and swallowing the cooked food, it fell into the stomach, giving people an irreplaceable sense of satisfaction.

“It is precisely because of its simplicity that there are infinite possibilities, and the wealth I can gain from it is almost infinite.”

"Whether it's black or white, good or bad, Northland Bank will do anything to gain more wealth."

Pantalone is always the one who expresses his opinions in conversations. The gradually solidified class system in the winter and the ideals of the White Star of Winter have left most people with a violent gene in their bones. Whether voluntarily or forcedly, living here, being assimilated is destined and the most fortunate fate. With no place to transfer their pain and anger, they can only wield their swords against the weaker ones.

In a sense, this is also the law of the jungle unique to Northland Bank.

"Then it seems that the compensation payment plan for rebuilding Liyue buildings... doesn't need my help to make plans for you?"

Farmas smacked his lips as he ate his steak sandwich.

He was really prepared to make decisions on the compensation plan of the Northland Bank, but after accepting Pantalone's continuous output of values, FAMAS felt that the issue of compensation should be left to the big banker himself.

"Oh? Please allow me to thank you for your selfless help, but it's not worth your worry."

Pantalone tilted his head and looked at Famas with a half-smile. A little of his black hair fell on his shoulders, and the silver mirror chain flowed with it, occasionally colliding with his hair.

"I think you don't have enough understanding of the financial strength of the Bank of the North. Even if we calculate based on the highest land price in Liyue Yujingtai, the wealth of the Bank of the North is enough to buy the entire Liyue Port, including the Golden House foundry workshop that produces Mora..."

"You have also seen the beating golden heart. Please allow me to boast that the Mora piled up in the vault of the Northland Bank headquarters is more than the production line of the Golden House that casts Mora."

Pantalone put away his smile, and Famas looked up from his meal, wanting to see the other's arrogant look, but he found that the other's eyes were full of madness and mockery.

The Geo King had the world in his heart, and he cut off his blood and flesh to become the first Mora. From then on, Liyue's trade flourished, and peace was brought to the world for all eternity.

If all the Moras in the world are the flesh and blood of the Geo King, then Pantalone can use the Moras of the Northern Bank to piece together a new Liyue Geo God.

"Well... I hope you can really overturn the rules set by Morax."

Famas put the last piece of bread on the plate into his mouth and hummed twice to express his blessing, not knowing that Pantarone was actually angry about the god's condescending attitude. However, the big banker wisely chose to remain silent at this moment.

  It was not until Famas finished his meal that the butler standing behind Pantalone took a half step forward and saluted the young man with impeccable winter etiquette:

"Sir Famas, the room has been arranged. If you need to rest now, please allow me to lead the way."

Russell understood Pantalone's expression, and he just suggested taking FAMAS to rest, which was also one of the purposes of FAMAS's visit to the Northland Bank again.

He and Morax have a long-standing grudge that cannot be resolved by a trivial war. What makes Zhongli hesitant is the guilt for past mistakes and the responsibility as a ruler. However, Famas knows very well that with his current strength, he cannot completely eliminate Morax, so it is better to use Zhongli's promise at a critical moment.

If FAMAS wants to ascend to the sky again, he needs to gather his former followers, or their descendants and new allies.

"Of course. Thank you very much."

Famas nodded, turned his head and looked at Pantalone meaningfully, then followed the butler to the room belonging to the bank's VIPs.

The Northland Bank undertakes a wide range of business, so naturally there are rooms for distinguished guests to rest temporarily. After leading Famas to the room, Russell said that he could inform the staff at the corner of the stairs for any needs, and then returned to Master Pantalone's office to collect the used tableware.

Faint light shone into the study from the northern-style glass windows. After Famas left, Pantarone relaxed a lot. He even leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, looking through a few thin papers in his hands.

When the old butler had finished clearing the dishes, Pantalone suddenly spoke up: "Russell, how is your health? Has the newly developed medicine improved your symptoms?"

"…The effects of those drugs are very good, sir. I think I can serve you for a few more years."

Russell's white hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his thin figure set off the formal butler uniform. Although his face was covered with fine wrinkles, he still looked energetic, and the smile on his face was full of the friendliness of an elder.

Few people know that the old butler is actually less than fifty years old.

The reason why Russell's appearance aged so quickly was that he was one of the first testers of the artificial God's Eye, and the immature and unstable technology caused such consequences. However, Russell, who was a soldier of the Fatui at that time, did not regret his choice.

If it weren't for his identity as an experimental subject, he would never have been able to become Master Pantalone's personal butler.

Winter is an extremely cold country. Some people lie on the street corners in a daze, and can survive one more day by getting pity; some people fight for survival with blood on their hands, just for a cheap bread; some people live by stealing, but occasionally share their little food with stray cats.

In this world, human life is as worthless as grass. Ordinary people will also die without the evil eye. At least the evil eye gives them the opportunity to realize their "wishes".

Even though it is not fair to exchange their lifespan for the power to enslave the elements, there are still countless mortals who are willing to give everything for it.

"That's good... You should keep an eye on the transportation of the Eye of God, to prevent that guy from doing something stupid."

Pantalone threw the paper on the table and casually told Russell a few words.

If FAMAS were still here, he would definitely feel that the rich man is worthy of being the capitalist of Winter Country. The reason he asked about his subordinates' physical condition was just to judge whether they could continue to work.

Russell nodded to show that he understood and left the study again.

When Famas stepped into the VIP room of Northland Bank, he found a letter with a bunch of dandelions sandwiched between it on the windowsill.