The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 197: Paying the Wind with the Sea
Zhongli watched Ying calm the angry little mascot skillfully, glanced at Chen Tianfeng, whose figure had dimmed a little, and after thinking for a while, he swept his eyes over everyone: "Everyone, there is still a lot of preparation work to be completed. How about we act separately?"

"Split up?"

As expected, Mr. Zhongli was very anxious, as if he was racing against something... Ying seemed to be thinking about something, and was about to nod in agreement, but suddenly remembered something and said, "But, we don't have that much money..."

It goes without saying that the things that Xian Dianyi wants are not cheap. Even if she and Paimon's small treasury is emptied, it may not be enough to pay for one or two items.

"Easy, here, take this."

"this is?"

Ying took the cloth bag thrown to her by Tartaglia. It was heavy and she shook it gently. In addition to the pleasant sound produced by the collision of the Mora, there were some other sounds.

"A little bit of scattered Mora, and the Northern Bank notes exchanged in Teyvat are all legitimate." Tartaglia said something important in a casual tone: "The notes are blank, just fill in the amount you need, and the seal is also inside, which is very convenient."

"Wow……"

Paimon's eyes almost turned into stars. It took a lot of effort to suppress the "human nature" thoughts that popped up in his mind. He turned his head to look at Tartaglia, full of disbelief: "This, this, this... Such an important thing, you just gave it to us like this?"

Aren’t you worried that they might hide a few forms or fill them out randomly?

"The Northland Bank is very strict in checking banknotes. Well, I can't explain the details. Anyway, you just need to know that I can track down the whereabouts of every banknote with the seal of "Young Master". If there is any problem, I can find you at any time."

Tartaglia raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying, "Also, I am doing this because I treat you as my friends and partners, so please don't let me down."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Ying nodded slightly, and Paimon patted his chest and assured: "Neither will Paimon!"

"Oh, I believe you."

Tartaglia smiled and turned to look at Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, if we split up, what are we going to do?"

"Yes, traveler."

Zhongli turned to Ying and said, "Please take the colorful flower and go to Chunxiang Kiln to find Miss Ying'er and ask her to help make the ointment. After the ointment is made, take it to the nearest Seven Days Statue on the north side of Liyue Harbor. I will wait for you there."

"I've made note of that, Mr. Zhongli."

Ying nodded.

"Sir, there is a toy stall selling kites near Chihuyan [Three Bowls but Not the Port]. I ordered some large kites there. Please go and pick them up." Zhongli looked at Tartaglia.

"Kite... Oh, kite, right? I made a note of it. Anything else?"

"Well... the Immortal Gift Ceremony also requires [Eternal Life Incense]. Only Bubu Lu in Liyue Harbor sells it. If possible, please go to Bubu Lu, Mr. Young Master."

Zhongli thought for a moment, then smiled softly, "Leave the rest to me. When the traveler and I return from the Seven Days Statue, we'll meet at Three Bowls, No Crossing the Harbor. How about that?"

"Understood. I'll listen to Mr. Zhongli."

"We took note of it."

The group dispersed and headed for their respective goals.

Zhongli stood where he was, with his arms slightly stretched out, as if he was grabbing something.

"...Mr. Zhongli, what are you doing?"

Chen Tianfeng looked down at his arm that was being held by Zhongli, then glanced at the direction where Ying left, turned his gaze back, and asked uncertainly: "I also have a mission?"

The dignified Rock King, the God of Rock who has protected Liyue for more than 3,700 years, actually wants to exploit even the dead?
Liyue is truly worthy of being called a commercial country!

He was thinking about some "disrespectful" things, but he noticed Zhongli's serious expression. He was stunned for a moment, stopped fooling around, and became serious: "Mr. Zhongli?"

Zhongli stared at Chen Tianfeng for two seconds, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You, are you about to disappear?"

"It can't be considered dissipated, right?" Chen Tianfeng thought for a moment and said, "It should be 'awake'?"

He will have another short sleep, and when he opens his eyes again, it will be a "new life" after the fusion of the divine body and the human body. In Chen Tianfeng's words, a new computer always needs to be restarted several times before it can be adjusted to the most comfortable state.

"How much time do you have?"

"Soon, maybe before the sun sets?"

"Can this process be slowed down?"

"slow?"

Chen Tianfeng scratched his hair, looked into Zhongli's calm and deep eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Of course, it's possible, but what does Mr. Zhongli want to do?"

"I want to give you a present."

Zhongli was silent for a few seconds, but did not hide anything.

Prepare quietly and then give a surprise. This is certainly a good idea, but now it seems that if there is no communication in advance, the gift he prepared, the "surprise" he gave to Chen Tianfeng, might be turned into a "shock" by him and given back to himself.

It’s better not to take risks.

"Gift?"

Chen Tianfeng blinked and looked up and down at Zhongli, his eyes gradually becoming alert: "Let me make it clear first, if the gift is the Rock God's throne or something, I don't want it - we agreed that I will only be the Rock God for that day."

Zhongli: "..."

The Rock King sighed tiredly, "Don't worry, my friend. I won't force the throne on you."

Is the position of the God of Rock so despised? Or have times really changed?
"So what is the gift Mr. Zhongli mentioned?"

“It’s the power of faith.”

"The power of faith?"

"Yes, my friend, you should have noticed that your resurrection is not perfect. How can the resurrection of God be without the faith of his people?" Zhongli looked at him with a serious look.

The upcoming ceremony of sending off the immortals will inevitably generate a massive amount of power of faith, which will help Chen Tianfeng make up for this last bit of shortcoming.

“But I am not the God of Geo, and the people of Liyue are not my people.” Chen Tianfeng shook his head.

"No, you are. Even if it was only for one day, my friend cannot deny that you once ascended to the throne of the Rock God."

"Even so, the power of faith of the people of Liyue is barely enough for me. If the power of faith of the people of Liyue is used for my resurrection... Mr. Zhongli, this is not a situation that can be easily described as 'twice the effort for half the result'. It takes a huge amount of faith to achieve a little bit of effect."

"But it works after all, doesn't it?"

Zhongli smiled, his golden eyes reflecting Chen Tianfeng's face, and he said softly: "You brought a wind to Liyue, and Liyue will give you a sea in return. This is fair."

"...I can't argue with Mr. Zhongli."

Chen Tianfeng smiled and shook his head, then he became serious and bowed to Zhongli: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhongli."

Zhongli leaned slightly to the side and held Chen Tianfeng's arm, refusing to accept the greeting: "My friend, you don't have to do this. This is what I should do."

Chen Tianfeng did not insist. After a moment of thought, he said, "If I want to delay it, I can hide in the divine body, but even so, I can't last long... About seven days, if nothing unexpected happens."

"enough."

Zhongli calculated silently and nodded gently: "My friend, go ahead. Leave the rest to me."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhongli."

Chen Tianfeng closed his eyes, and his illusory body instantly turned into a point of light, quietly blending into the wind, awakening the dead god in the golden house. His huge eyelids opened slightly, glanced at the surrounding environment, and then gently closed without attracting anyone's attention.

It turned out to be the Golden House. I wonder if Mora can still be created here. Well, if I remember it next time, I can ask Mr. Zhongli.

(End of this chapter)