Genshin Impact: I am the Envoy of Winter

The night was silent, but the room in the North Country Bank was brightly lit.

"Tea, accommodation, entertainment... how can this cost so much?"

Looking at the bill, Dardalia fell into self-doubt.

He looked at the source of the bill again.

Mond, Shimen, Wangshu Inn...

Hiss, it seems to be right, especially the one at Shimen, who drank with the momentum of a million troops.

Are you always paying for the Qianyan Army?

Dardalia is not so much money that he can't take it out, the question is why Bai Luo uses his name to eat and drink?

He is also an executive officer, so he should have the authority to call these funds.

Rubbing his temples, he suddenly felt that he had one more reason to fight, which made him look forward to tomorrow even more.

Because according to the news from the 9th Company, they will arrive tomorrow afternoon at the latest, and Bai Luo will not be able to run away by then.

There is no need for him to explain the bills, everything is in his fist.

Besides... Liyue is his territory for the time being, and he can't let Bai Luo run away on his territory, right?

If he really runs away...

Dartaria's eyes casually scanned the room and finally locked on the bow hanging on the wall.

Dartaria is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and he can easily use any weapon, but the bow and arrow is his least good weapon.

So he asked his men to find this bow and practice it in the house from time to time.

"If Bai Luo runs away again this time, I will only use the bow and arrow until we decide the winner!"

The glacier is cold, the snowfield is cold, and the tongue of the lie is frozen!

He, Tartaglia, keeps his word!

But poor Tartaglia didn't know that when Bai Luo doesn't act like a human, he is really not a human.

So, he will never be able to live without bows and arrows in his life...

The next day.

God always doesn't favor people when they are in a good mood.

Since the early morning, sporadic drizzles have begun to fall from the sky.

In the hazy rain and fog, Liyue Port is like a fairy palace hidden in the clouds, magnificent and incomparable.

The dock was not affected by the rain and fog, and it was still bustling with people. The various oil-paper umbrellas looked like gorgeous flowers from above, and they were beautiful under the rendering of rain.

Tartaglia and a group of Fatui stood at the entrance of Liyue early, waiting for someone.

The dark oil-paper umbrellas made them look difficult to mess with, and the Qianyan Army next to them had no choice but to maintain order in the vicinity as much as possible and drive back those residents who wanted to watch the excitement.

I don't know how long it took, but a group of people appeared at the end of the road.

They looked very serious in the rain, and the leading Lei Ying magician sobbed from time to time, looking a little upset.

Tartaglia: "???"

What's going on? Were they attacked? But there weren't many people.

The wind slime carrying Bai Luo slowly floated over, and Tartaglia finally knew what was going on.

Bai Luo lay in the soft quilt, his face extremely pale, his lips without the slightest blood color, and he was extremely weak.

"What's going on?"

Tartaglia looked at Katarina next to him and asked in a low voice.

"The instructor met an acquaintance on the way, and it seems that he had a fight with that acquaintance, and he came back like this."

Tatarina regretted it now. If they could keep up, could they have saved the instructor?

Tartaglia's expression was even more interesting.

You have another duck outside!

Hearing that Bai Luo was willing to take the initiative to spar with others, but had been hiding from him, the feeling of grievance almost overflowed the screen.

But thinking about Bai Luo's usual cherishment of life, he also had some doubts, is this guy not wanting to fight with him, and deliberately pretending to be dying?

"How is the injury? Let me see the situation."

Dartalia got on the slime carriage, and the already tired wind slime increased the frequency of flapping its wings.

With the help of Katarina, Tartaglia untied Bai Luo's windbreaker, and the latter's abdominal wound was also exposed to Tartaglia's eyes.

"Who... did this?"

Looking at the wound on Bai Luo's body, Tartaglia's scalp numbed for a while.

Judging from the size of the wound

, it should be a katana, and the opponent's ruthlessness was beyond his imagination, almost every knife went deep into the root.

The third knife was even more ruthless. After the insertion, the man actually rotated the blade and tried to crush Bai Luo's internal organs.

Tartaglia finally understood why he was so weak. In this case... it was a miracle that he was still alive.

Fighting? Fighting a fart.

Tartaglia suspected that he could scare Bai Luo to death by just shouting twice.

"According to the instructor, the man is called Zhongli."

Katarina said honestly.

In fact, she didn't know who Zhongli was, but according to Bai Luo, the man should be very strong. If Bai Luo didn't sacrifice himself, the entire 9th company might not be able to come back.

"Zhongli?"

Hearing this name, Tartaglia's face showed a thoughtful expression.

He was not unfamiliar with this name, because in Liyue Harbor, this person was very famous. Except for the fact that he often talked nonsense when talking about the Rock King, he showed profound knowledge at other times.

He was said to be a guest official of the Hall of the Dead, and was a very professional person. He could speak about any funeral-related cases in a very realistic way.

He was very clear about the ceremony of sending immortals, which not many people in Liyue knew, and could even tell every detail.

This was one of the reasons why he was highly respected in the Hall of the Dead.

Tartaglia also approached him secretly, but he showed a decadence that was not in line with his age. He looked like an old man who was about to die. He either walked his bird or watched a play every day. He liked to listen to the storyteller at Sanwan Buguogang the most.

He was missing most of the time. The Fatui's eyes were all over Liyue, but they still couldn't find his trace.

If his information was correct, the guest of Wangsheng Hall named Zhongli had indeed been running towards the stone gate recently, and it was very likely that he had fought with Bai Luo.

It was really hard for him to imagine that such a person could beat Bai Luo into this state and kill him so severely. It was really hard to judge a person by his appearance.

It seemed that he would have to get closer to the other party in the future.

"Send him to Bubulu first."

After covering Bai Luo with the quilt again, Tartaglia whispered.

He knew very well that with the current means of the Fatui in Liyue, there was no way to completely cure Bai Luo, and it would even delay his treatment.

So sending him to Bubulu was the best choice.

"My Lord, are you still going to the Layered Abyss?"

The person holding an umbrella for Tartaglia behind him asked in a low voice.

"No, I plan to go to the Hall of the Dead first."

Looking at Liyue in the mist, Tartaglia put down his mask. Regardless of whether Bai Luo's injury was caused by Zhongli, he had to investigate.

Little did he know... this was a road of no return.