The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 323 Feast Preparation
"Still no reply?"

"……No."

"It seems that your lies have been discovered. Not only has the clerk abandoned his trust in you, he is even too lazy to plot against you."

"He never trusted me. I just didn't expect that he would trust Little Lucky Grass King so much."

"Elhaisen doesn't trust the Little Lucky Grass King, he trusts the Great Kindness Tree King. You designed a plan for him to get in touch with the Little Lucky Grass King, but didn't you think that the Great Kindness Tree King would temporarily give up resisting the forbidden knowledge and come forward to guide the Little Lucky Grass King?"

"..."

"It seems like I really haven't thought about it."

Chen Tianfeng glanced at Dotole with a half-smile, and said in a relaxed tone: "What a pity, Mr. Dotole, you seem to be useless."

"..."

Dotore remained silent. Although he had expected that this man would be very realistic in his approach, it was still a bit too realistic to just throw it away when it was useless.

"No, Your Majesty, I..."

"You mean you're still useful?"

Chen Tianfeng interrupted him, his hand on the hilt, his smile gradually faded, and he calmed down: "Dotore, you can hastily come up with an extremely ingenious plan and implement it perfectly - not everyone has this kind of quick wit. Obviously, you are better at long-term planning, so I can understand your failure this time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Dotole breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Chen Tianfeng, imitating the way the people in Liyue did.

As for why it was only half a breath, it was naturally because it was normal for the person in front of him to do something inconsistent or hide a dagger behind a smile.

What's more... Dotole glanced at Chen Tianfeng's hand holding the knife inconspicuously, knowing that the knife might be unsheathed in the next moment and chop off his head with one blow, but he had no idea of ​​resisting.

He still has a lot of slices. If a few slices die, all his previous debts can be written off. It would be a profit for him and Zhidong.

"But understanding is one thing, but whether you can accept it is another."

Chen Tianfeng stroked the hilt of the knife, paused for a moment, and said, "I am surprised at your performance. Frankly speaking, if you continue to maintain the attitude you had in Liyue, there is no need for me to embarrass you."

He killed it with a single blow, and then naturally went to cause trouble for Zhidong.

"I have done something wrong. I came to Xumi just to atone for my sins and beg for your forgiveness."

Dotore lowered his posture into the soil, feeling extremely calm, and he did not feel that there was anything wrong with what he did. As for dignity, backbone, face... these things are really worthless in some cases.

Why bother about something that is worthless?

Chen Tianfeng bent the fingers of his left hand and tapped lightly on the table, making a "knock knock" sound.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Chen Tianfeng was thinking about how to deal with Dotorre appropriately. It would be best if he could create the greatest value for this slice before he died.

Dotore was waiting for his own judgment. In the increasingly cold silence, he saw an illusion of an extremely huge pale snake. It lowered its eyes and looked at him with indifference, as if it was measuring the value of a fragile commodity.

"One last chance to give this gift to Apep."

Chen Tianfeng took out a coin sealed by gray-white crystal and threw it to Dotole: "You can do whatever you want, I just want the result."

"I see."

Dotole took the coin, bowed to Chen Tianfeng, and turned to leave.

Chen Tianfeng waved his hand casually and looked out the window.

Xumi City is located in the rainforest, and the climate is very suitable for plant growth. Xumi City has excellent greening, lush trees, and vitality, and there are naturally many fallen leaves. Chen Tianfeng stretched out his hand, and the fallen leaves that were supposed to pass by the window turned and fell into his palm.

"The Great Kind Tree King... The Small Auspicious Grass King... The Grass Dragon King... Oh, the meeting of the three kings is interesting."

The fallen leaves began to fade the moment they touched his palm, until they turned completely gray and turned into powder. Chen Tianfeng threw them away casually, and the breeze blew them away outside the window, leaving no trace.

……

Relying on the consciousness space of the World Tree, Nashida and Elhaisen discussed how to design a plan to make the great sage Azar take the initiative to step into the Pure Palace, and how to obtain the key to unlock the seal of the Pure Palace so that Nashida can regain her freedom.

The Great Compassionate Tree King listened quietly at the side, with a gentle smile and a hint of deep-hidden worry in his eyes. He silently covered up the increasing number of scarlet marks on his body, endured the pain, and sighed in his heart.

Time is still too tight...

……

Pure Glass Workshop,

The scattered soldier walked out of the cockpit of a large mecha named [God of Righteousness] or [Secret Lord of the Seven Leaves of Silence], and looked expressionlessly at the many scholars who came forward and surrounded him.

Some of them were holding strange-looking tools that looked somewhat like wrenches, and were dismantling the black wire tube behind him that was connected to the God of Positive Machine; some were scanning his body with testing instruments, and they kept reporting data, with someone recording them at the side; others were tapping on his arms, with a look of amazement on their faces, and no one knew what they were thinking.

The scattered soldier suppressed his anger and waited for the scholars who were testing and recording the data to finish their work, then he unceremoniously dispersed the rest of the scholars.

"How long will this test last?"

Sanbing looked at the general manager with a cold face: "What else do you want to test? Or, what problems have you found?"

"It's just a minor problem caused by negligence. It has been resolved. There is no need to worry."

The person in charge ignored Sanbing's expression and said, "Also, Mr. Sanbing, this is the final test. Please maintain your condition in the next few days and wait for the final opportunity to come."

"Humph, you don't need to remind me."

The scattered soldier snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the huge God of Righteousness.

It will soon be over, and the day he has been waiting for will finally come! When he becomes a god, the era of the old gods will be overturned!
……

The great sage Azar stood high up in the House of the Decrees, looking down at the scholars busying about.

The atmosphere in the House of the Lords is undoubtedly tense. The void gathers knowledge and provides it to scholars. Every day and every hour, sparks of wisdom appear and bloom here. Every scholar has the responsibility to carry on the past and open up the future. They draw nourishment from the wisdom of their predecessors and leave their own wisdom to future generations.

For the sake of wisdom, for Sumeru, and for themselves, every scholar is unwilling to be abandoned by the times, watching others advance on the road to wisdom while they themselves stand still.

For scholars, there is probably nothing more painful than this.

Hazard closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only calmness in his eyes.

……

Kawan Station,

Dotole looked up at the majestic sand-proof wall that seemed to be formed by weathered tree bark, exhaled lightly, and looked away.

"Sir, are you going on a desert adventure? Do you need a guide?"

"No, thanks. I've been here a few times and I'm pretty familiar with the desert."

Dotore smiled, rejected the desert mercenary who volunteered, and walked into the yellow sand.

This is my last chance. Am I really going to die again?

(End of this chapter)