The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 164 Warriors and Researchers

What have you done?
Dotole thought about it for a moment and then gave up this meaningless thought.

All he did was to move forward on the path of truth and explore continuously, and those who were hostile and hated him were just foolish people who were afraid of the truth.

It's really not worth wasting your energy.

Dotole narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the table with his fingers.

Unlike him, the Xumi people always like to do meaningless things and always have some inexplicable confidence, so it is indeed possible that Azar might just hit his head and send people to Liyue to destroy his plan.

Even though the two of them had reached a cooperation intention not long ago.

But how did Azar know the location of the factory? Could it be... No, the probability of that happening is too small. It's most likely done by the Liyue people. Interesting... However, Xumi's plan should start as soon as possible... Dotore stopped his finger and looked at the Fatui members who returned in a panic below.

The factory was destroyed. Judging from his appearance, he didn't even have the courage to resist the enemy. He abandoned the factory and ran back, and also brought back false information deliberately sent by the enemy... Dotore looked at him with his eyes gradually growing colder.

"Okay, what are you still doing here? Get down quickly."

Tartaglia waved his hand and said, "Submit a mission report later and write down what you encountered. Also, don't forget to collect the field allowance."

"...Yes! Sir!"

The members of the Fatui were stunned at first, and then they looked at Tartaglia with gratitude as if they had been pardoned.

"Heh, it's not our style to handle it so gently like this."

Dotore glanced at his colleague and said, "Besides, you should know that he is a frightened deserter who fled from the battlefield."

"He's not a soldier. I've read his file and his position is a scientific researcher."

Tartaglia shrugged and said, "The Fatui treat researchers preferentially. I think about what they said... Oh, when they encounter danger, researchers can prioritize their own safety."

"Researchers... heh."

Dotore withdrew his gaze, and although he said nothing, everyone present knew what he meant.

Researcher, is that Fatui member worthy?

"Do you think that if you handle it this way, he will be grateful and won't make mistakes on the next mission? How naive." Dotore said in a disrespectful tone.

"He is my subordinate, so I have the final say on how to deal with him. What do you think?"

Tartaglia became inexplicably excited, staring at Dottore with burning eyes: "Then let's have a fight! It's just right, I've long wanted to know how big the gap is between me and you top executives!"

How big is the gap... So he knows that the gap exists... He just wants to fight... Dotole instantly analyzed Tartaglia's thoughts, and then he didn't want to say anything more to this stupid or simple warrior, and said casually: "Whatever you want, he is your subordinate anyway."

Tartaglia was quite regretful and folded his arms: "Let's talk about something else. The factory is gone, and the number of the Hundred Unrestricted Talismans is far from enough. What should I do with my plan? We agreed that I can get people to cooperate with you, but you can't affect my plan."

"Your plan?"

Dottore seemed to smile, full of sarcasm. "Are you talking about using the money from the Northland Bank to make friends in Liyue Port and spend like crazy? I'm curious what Pantalone would think when he knows this."

"He knows." Tartaglia raised his chin slightly: "I talked to Pantalone before I left, and he expressed his support for my approach."

"…How did you guys talk?"

Dotore's brows were slightly frowned, but they were blocked by the mask and could not be seen clearly.

"I told him that when we get to Liyue, if there's any money spent on the mission, I'll give it all to the Northland Bank for reimbursement, so he shouldn't mind. Of course, it doesn't matter if he minds, because we can have a fight."

Tartaglia sighed regretfully and said, "Then Pantalone agreed and told me not to be polite."

Is there nothing else on your mind except fighting?
Dotole couldn't understand the warrior's way of thinking. He raised his hand and rubbed his temple and said, "Leave Liyue's affairs to me. You don't have to worry about it." "Oh? What if you fail?" Tartaglia raised his eyebrows.

Dotore did not answer, because he did not want to answer and was too lazy to answer.

Failure…How could he fail?

There is a contract between the Rock God of Liyue and the Ice Queen. The heart of the Rock God has long belonged to Zhidong and the Ice Queen. All Tartaglia had to do was wait.

Wait for the Rock God to appear, wait for the Rock God to give him the Heart of God. Other than that, there is no need to do anything extra - otherwise why would this task be given to the last one to complete?

To seize the Heart of God from the Rock God using unfriendly means... Ha, I can't even guarantee that I can complete such a task.

But now it seems that Tartaglia was completely unaware of this matter. Who was responsible for informing him?

It seems, it's Rosalyn?
Dottore suddenly realized and glanced at Tartaglia, but had no intention of reminding him.

"Well, since you are so confident, I will leave it all to you. But first, I will not interfere with your plan, nor will I provide you with any help. I want to conserve my strength. If you fail, I will take over the affairs of Liyue again and complete the Queen's mission."

Tartaglia thought for a moment and added: "Of course, if you have any opinions or dissatisfaction, we can fight now."

Dotore: “…”

Dotore was surprised to find that communicating with this colleague made him more tired than doing experiments day and night for more than ten days.

Fight, fight, fight!

Is it true that there is nothing else on this stupid warrior's mind except fighting?!

"I have no problem with that, that's good."

Dottore sighed. "Keep making friends and spending money. Although Pantarone said he doesn't care, he might get angry if you spend too much."

Tartaglia's eyes immediately lit up and he was eager to try.

"Then I'll go first - I have an appointment with a friend."

"Well, let's go."

Dotole nodded, then thought of something and called out to Tartaglia: "Wait, there is one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Tartaglia turned around.

"Although Mondstadt's answer is that she is missing, we all know that Rosaline is dead. As colleagues, we have decided to hold a funeral for her. The time is to be determined. When the matter in Liyue is over, don't forget to return to Winter Solstice."

"...I understand. I will go back."

Dottore watched Tartaglia leave, closed his eyes gently, and tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers.

Rosalin was dead, this was the result given by the Ice Queen. She died in Mondstadt, at the hands of the monster whose body was filled with the essence of death.

The actual death...

Dotore opened his eyes, and if someone could take off his mask, they would see that his eyes were full of curiosity and passion.

His purpose of coming to Liyue was never to help Tartaglia complete the task that could not be simpler, but to wait for the arrival of the death monster.

That is the actual death, a realm that mortals cannot touch, and an unimaginable miracle. Who, who pursues the truth, can resist the temptation and not try to study Him?

In the communication network formed by the minds of many Dotore, Dotore of all ages reached a consensus that they wanted to catch the monster and cut it into pieces in order to get the secret of death!

(End of this chapter)