Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 521: Flower of Flowers

The sun rose as usual, and Liyue Harbor, which had been silent all night, became bustling again.

At this moment, the night market in the port city has ended, but the morning market has not yet begun. It is the quietest time of the day.

The shop assistant moved the door aside and used a bamboo stick to extinguish the candle in the lantern sign. Faint spots of starlight dotted the sky, flashing tiny, bright lights. The bustling streets during the day were now empty, and the whole city seemed to be sleeping soundly in the darkness.

Only the bustling crowds and the rising smoke on Yujing Terrace can prove that the people of Liyue have been awake for a long time.

In order to make it easier for the people of Liyue to accept the Northland Bank as a foreign "money house", the Liyue branch took into account the harmonious relationship with the surrounding buildings at the beginning of its construction. The exterior decoration adopted the red walls and green tiles, bridges and corridors that are very Liyue style. It even invited local scholars and consulted the theory of feng shui to choose a date for the opening.

Such painstaking efforts to integrate into the local environment were only to temporarily numb the sight and hearing of the Seven Stars of Liyue, allowing Miss Ningguang, who had a powerful influence in the business world of Liyue, to relax her vigilance and mistakenly believe that the Bank of the North was an ordinary, honest foreign commercial institution.

As for whether these disguises are really effective, we can only go to the Qun Yu Pavilion... no, the Yue Hai Pavilion with only half of its wall left, or the temporary office of the General Affairs Department, and ask Lord Tian Quan in person.

The exterior of the Northland Bank was built in the Liyue style for various reasons, but the interior was a completely different story, such as the bedroom Pantalone prepared for Famas.

The dark red silk curtains covered the cast iron window frames, reflecting the luster of the candlesticks and the lights, while the warm quilt created a secret and cozy atmosphere.

The room's decoration is very much in the style of the Snow Country, but it also incorporates the concepts of furnishings from other countries, achieving a perfect balance between tradition and practicality. Under the bed is an ice-blue carpet from the winter, and the details of the tables, chairs and bedposts are all carved with auspicious animal patterns. When you push open the lacquered door on the side of the room, you will find that the bathtub in the bathroom is even filled with hot water.

The dawn at the harbor is the coldest. The liquid in the bathtub evaporates and rises, meeting the cold current in the air to form a misty fog.

When Famas walked into the bathroom, he discovered that the bathtub was not filled with hot water, but hot milk with a rich aroma.

Seeing this, the corners of Famas' mouth twitched involuntarily, and he had a new understanding of Pantalone's extravagance.

Faced with this milk bath that seemed to be carefully prepared for him, Famas obviously had no intention of taking off his clothes to enjoy it. He calmly closed the door and returned to the bedroom to rest.

It was at this moment that the boy discovered a letter with a dandelion bookmark placed abruptly on the window sill of his bedroom, as if a gentle breeze had brought it in through the gap in the window.

Famas, who almost thought he was dazzled, blinked. He seemed to have guessed who the sender was from the dandelion in the letter. He quickly put down the porcelain cup in his hand and walked to the window. He picked up the letter with the wax seal of the Knights of Favonius and opened it to read:

"To my dear Slime Warrior:"

"Long time no see! Even though it's only been a few days, it feels like the last time we met was ages ago. Thinking about how long I haven't heard from you, even the apple in my hand has lost some of its flavor... Fortunately, the wind of Mondstadt blows across the world. If you have anything you want to say to me, just tell it to the wind, whether you're happy or sad!"

"When you read this letter, it might be almost dawn in Liyue, right? I remember the Emperor's funeral... no, the funeral ceremony seems to be today?"

"Hey, every time there is a ceremony to send off the immortals, there are always a lot of fruits for tourists to taste for free! For the sake of our long-term friendship, this poet should also attend this farewell ceremony... But the last time I saw you, I secretly borrowed a lot of fine wine from the Emperor. If I see him again... the old man might get furious."

"So, can I invite you to participate in this ceremony with me? In return, the best bard in all of Teyvat will play a solo song for you! Is that okay, is that okay?"

"Also, I found some very beautiful dandelions on the Star-Picking Cliff. I wanted to pick them and send them to you, but the postman rejected my request because the dandelion seeds would be scattered everywhere. So I can only let the wind bring you the invitation. I hope the Liyue sea breeze didn't wet the letter paper."

"My hero, if you accept my invitation, please blow away this dandelion."

"From the Wind Spirit who is full of anticipation."

The letter ends here. The writer's brushstrokes are free and unrestrained, just like the unrestrained wind in Mond. The dandelion in the letter gradually becomes fluffy as the paper unfolds. It lies in the palm of Famas' hand and trembles gently, as if waiting for a breeze from somewhere to blow away its seeds.

After reading the entire letter carefully, Famas couldn't help but smile, but when he saw the invitation to attend the ceremony of sending off the immortal, he had to suppress the upward corner of his mouth with difficulty. Why couldn't Barbatos and him do something else? Did they have to go to the funeral of a dragon?

Famas sighed deeply.

Having said that, since it was the poet's invitation, he had absolutely no reason to refuse.

Famas kept the letter close to his body, then carefully picked up the tender dandelion root and walked to the bedroom window.

Compared to the residents of the Snow Country who are busy like machines all day long, and the people of Liyue who go out early and come back late for business, the four seasons in Mondstadt have more colors. The residents there are free and romantic by nature. Every household will plant a few bunches of flowers, decorating the entire Mondstadt with colorful colors.

In the early morning, Miss Flora would bring many dewy flowers and arrange them in order. The varieties of flowers would be different every day, sometimes they were warm chrysanthemums, sometimes they were cool lotuses, and sometimes they were full of dandelions.

When in Mondstadt, the dandelion petals emit a blue-green glow. When out of the climate and soil, the glow gradually disappears. When the breeze blows, the petals disperse again. It is the most difficult flower to care for and is a free flower.

Famas held a dandelion in his hand and pushed open the window. The first thing that came into the room was the humid sea breeze from Liyue, as if urging him to accept the appointment as soon as possible. The young man stuck his head out to observe and found that the room behind the Northland Bank was facing the Yiyan Palace, where the smoke was curling.

At this moment, black flags have been hung on the stone railings of the Yiyan Hall, and the ceremonial attendants of the Wangsheng Hall are busy setting up the ceremony site and rehearsing according to the procedures to ensure that there will be no mistakes during the ceremony.

The Emperor's Fatu has been placed in the center of the platform, posing in a majestic and sacred posture, with its dragon body surrounded by brilliant rock light, waiting for the final gaze of the people of Liyue.

A certain guest gentleman from the Hall of Rebirth was now standing in front of the Immortal Ancestor Fa Tui, with his back to the direction of the bedroom window of the North Country Bank. He was slowly directing the ceremonial attendants to place the incense burners, ritual instruments and other things according to the Feng Shui position.

At this moment, Famas and Zhongli were only a few dozen feet apart.

The familiar figure startled Famas, who was twisting a dandelion, but he reacted quickly, tilted his head to think for a moment, took a deep breath, and put the dandelion to his mouth.

"Whoo~"

The flying catkins were carried by the wind and drifted towards the Yiyan Palace... or more precisely, towards the direction where Zhongli was standing.

The unsuspecting guest turned around in confusion until he saw dandelion fluff flying past him, but unexpectedly he ran into a small group of fluff coming towards him.

In order to adapt to the life of a mortal, Zhongli did not deliberately use his divine power to observe the surrounding environment. At this moment, he happened to take a breath, and the dandelion fluff went into his nasal cavity.

"Uh...ahem..."

Zhongli was so exhausted that he almost choked on his tears. The image of a certain bard involuntarily emerged in his mind. He was about to ask where the dandelions came from in Liyue, but he coughed several times before he coughed out the soft petals.

The ceremonial attendants who were setting up the ceremony scene quickly gathered around with concern, fearing that their guest scholar would be choked to death by unknown tidbits. If there were any problems with the ceremony of sending the immortals, the Seven Stars would be held accountable, and the Wangsheng Hall would be in big trouble.

When Famas saw that his plan worked, he was speechless at first, obviously he did not expect it to be so smooth. After that, he did not hide it at all, and even waved happily in the direction of Zhongli.

The window of the room in the Northland Bank was facing away from the sun, and the light was not very clear. While the waiters were still condemning who was so lacking in public morality, Zhongli looked up and saw Famas gloating by the window, and immediately understood who was the culprit who blew away the dandelions.

But before he could say anything, Famas slammed the window shut and refused to communicate.

Zhongli clenched his fists again and again.

How could there be a god in this world more childish than that drunkard poet?