Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The conversation between the traveler and Zhongli did not last long.

After finishing the topic about Famas, Yingmei asked many more questions related to the Seven Stars of Liyue and Tartaglia. It was not until Zhongli's eyes showed a bit of fatigue that the Traveler realized it belatedly and said goodbye to the Emperor with a little embarrassment.

Next, the Traveler and Paimon finally had a rare period of leisure. The first thing they did every morning was to go to the Adventurer's Guild to receive commissions, and then run around the streets and alleys of Liyue and the secret ruins in the wild.

The information that Ye Lan promised was also delivered to Baiju Inn the next day. After reading all the information, the Traveler and Paimon had a basic understanding of the situation in Inazuma. But when Yingmei found time to come to the Yanshang Tea House and was ready to find Ye Lan to ask how to get to Inazuma, she came up empty-handed.

The front desk receptionist at the Rock Tea House stopped the reckless travelers and Paimon, and told them that the owner of the tea house had gone out for something and might not be back in the next few days.

The traveler could only consider himself unlucky. While completing the commission from the Adventurer's Association, he waited at the dock to inquire about the whereabouts of Captain Beidou.

Buying a ticket to Inazuma from the armed fleet would cost a huge sum of money, right?
Unfortunately, although Yingmei traveled back and forth between the dock and the Liyue market many times to inquire about the news of the Dragon King of the Sea, apart from some rumors and hearsay, she didn't even see the shadow of Captain Beidou, let alone see the famous flagship "Death Star".

The craftsmen at the dock all said that after Captain Beidou repaired the flagship, he set sail to other countries to do business, and no one knew when he would return.

Who can tell for sure what happens on the sea?
Xie Ying, who was having bad luck in everything, completely understood the meaning of "opportunity" that Zhongli mentioned. While completing the commissions to earn travel expenses, he also did not forget to promote the fine wines of Chenxi Winery. Whenever he came into contact with the clients, he would recite the sales pitch he had prepared in advance.

"Mellow wine, free terroir, welcome to buy the finely brewed Dandelion Wine from Chenxi Winery!"

Whenever the traveler shouted slogans loudly, Paimon would always cover his ears in embarrassment, close his eyes tightly, and dare not look at the client who had a puzzled look on his face.

But over time, little Paimon got used to the Traveler's behavior, and finally he mustered up the courage to wait for Yingmei to finish her sales pitch, and then quickly fled with the girl.

After several days of hard work, the Traveler and Paimon really made the name of the Dawn Winery's Dandelion Wine known. After all, they were the "heroes who saved Liyue" acknowledged by Ningguang and Miss Keqing themselves. A wine that was so praised and promoted so hard by heroes must be good.

The demand for Dandelion Wine skyrocketed, and Liyue's import and export traders heard the news and used their personal connections to contact Mondstadt wine merchants to purchase large quantities of Dawn Winery's wine.

It was not until the end of the month when Master Diluk personally checked the accounts that he discovered that the export volume of Dawn Winery's new wines to Liyue had increased sharply. After making inquiries from many sources, he found out that it was the Honorary Knight of Mondstadt who was working hard to promote his own wine in Liyue.

Master Diluk was silent for a long time, feeling both relieved and moved. He waved his hand and signed another Liyue Bank promissory note with a face value of 2 million Mora, entrusting the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce's escort agency to deliver it to the traveler.

Unfortunately, Mondstadt and Liyue are far apart, and Diluk sent out the escort letter too late. Adventurers like Yingmei have no place to live, so when the promissory note signed with Diluk Leggenfondre's name and family emblem was delivered to Baiju Inn, the traveler had already boarded the ship to Inazuma.

Little Paimon, who has always been greedy for money and food, and Yingmei, who works hard to earn money, unfortunately missed the opportunity to win two million Moras.

While the travelers were working hard to earn money for their journey, Famas and Wendy were living a carefree life.

Thanks to the large sum of money Pantalone gave him, the two of them listened to music and spent money lavishly in the brothels of Liyue. From time to time, they went to Qiaoying Manor to taste the new tea after the rain, to Dansha Cliff to admire the magnificent scenery of the layered rocks, and to the immortal cave at Qingyunding to chat and seek immortals.

This went on for several days, until one afternoon, Famas took Wendy to the floating fairyland at the highest point of Qingyun Peak.

The sea of ​​clouds here is misty and the scenery is magnificent. You can even see Qiaoying Village and Lingmeng Mountain in the distance. The flickering lights of the village in the mountain mist and clouds are smudged into clusters of ink by the water vapor, showing a comfortable sense of belonging in the haze, as if it can wash away all the fatigue of the wanderers on the long journey.

Above Xianju, there was a faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the aroma of wine. Wendy took out her harp and sat side by side with Famas and Wendy on a bench in Xianju, singing a ballad that came from nowhere in a distant tone.

The golden light sprinkled on the singer, gently outlining his outline. Wendy's outfit was no different from usual, green shorts, white stockings, and brown leather shoes, but under the reflection of the setting sun, her slender legs were particularly eye-catching.

Famas couldn't help but take a few more glances, his eyes resting on the poet's white calves, and suddenly he had a strange idea.

"Wendy," Famas suddenly said in such a pleasant situation, "Take off your stockings and let me see your legs."

Wendy stopped humming, tilted her head slightly, and blinked her emerald eyes.

"Oh? What did you say?"

"Hey, I say, let me see... Never mind, it's okay."

Famas, who had never known what shame was, hesitated for a moment. Under Wendy's innocent gaze, he shook his head as if nothing had happened, but his eyes were still on the little poet's legs.

Wendy raised his eyebrows slightly, as if amused by what Famas said. He grinned and deliberately put his face in front of Famas.

"Oh my, why do I feel like someone just said that?"

"No way." Famas knew he couldn't hide it from the other party, so he laughed and refuted, pointing at Wendy's legs. "It's just that I seldom look closely at it normally, and today I suddenly thought your legs are really beautiful."

Wendy smiled with a hint of cunning, placed the harp beside her, and swung her legs gently.

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The white stockings fit tightly against the skin, outlining the slender lines.

Wendy turned her head to look at Famas, a teasing gleam in her eyes, and straightened the ends of her dress that were messed up by the wind, then patted her legs very considerately.

"Since you want to see it so much, why not lie down and get closer to see it."

As soon as Wendy finished speaking, Famas naturally turned over and lay down on his side, resting his head on the poet's thigh.

The young poet did not seem to expect Famas to be so direct. The smile on his face froze for a moment, as if he was embarrassed by Famas's behavior. But he quickly adjusted himself and tentatively raised his hand, gently touching the boy's red and white hair, and then touching his earlobe.

"Do you want me to play a lullaby for you?"

Warm afternoons can indeed make people drowsy.

Given the relationship between Famas and Wendy, there was no need to be on guard. The boy adjusted his sleeping position and hummed softly.

The poet's slender fingers plucked the xylophone, producing beautiful sounds. The young man sang a beautiful song in the ancient Mongols language of the Gale Age. Even the cranes of Liyue folded their wings and landed on the eaves of the fairy residence to listen:

“If someone plucks out your tongue, you can still sing with your eyes; if someone blinds your eyes, you can still see with your ears.”

"If anyone attempts to predict the future, then invite him to toast with me, my friend. Even if tomorrow never comes, today's feast will be sung forever." (End of this chapter)