Hearing Paimon's name, Famas became even more enthusiastic, rubbing Paimon's little face like a steamed bun.
"Ying...uh...save me!"
The bullying little Paimeng kicked his feet and kept making grunting sounds of grievance.
The girl couldn't help Paimon's pitiful cry for help, and stretched out her hand to tug on Famas's sleeve.
"Okay, since I'm asking for mercy..."
The boy in red pinched the little mascot's childish face and finally let go of her.
What follows is a pleasant meal time. From time to time, the storyteller tells anecdotes about Liyue Port. The bright stars and the moon in the sky shine on every land in Liyue Port without preference, and the emperor's eyes in the distance are
The statue also looks at the prosperous Liyue Port day after day.
Half an hour later, the traveler said goodbye to Zhongli and Famas.
Before Gan Yu left, he did not inform the two of them how to climb to the Jade Pavilion. Just as Famas was about to remind them, the excited Paimon was already jumping up and down and pulling Ying to do the preparations.
According to the little mascot, when meeting rich people, you must pay attention to etiquette.
"What ideas are you planning in Paimon's little head again?"
Ying turned her head, narrowed her crooked eyes gently, and looked at Paimon spinning in the air with a smile on her face.
"Not at all!"
The smile on the girl's face was mistaken by Paimon as a joke, and she hurriedly defended herself.
"Okay...even if it's a little bit, it's just to make friends with rich people!"
As the sound of the two women talking gradually faded away, only Famas and Zhongli were left in the wine shop.
The air was filled with the fragrance of tides and neon flowers, and a few golden dragon scales appeared at the end of Zhongli's eyes. They were so bright that even the treasures in the world were not as good as them. The patterns of stone amber were reflected in the golden pupils.
The storyteller's voice gradually became lower and no longer as high as before.
"Has Hutao gone back?"
Zhongli rubbed the white tea cup in his hand, and the tea stems on the water rose and fell.
"Go back to sleep."
Mentioning that quirky girl, Famas had a smile on his face: "Aren't you curious about what I found at the border?"
Zhongli shook his head indifferently, as if he didn't care about anything.
"Since ancient times, there has been such a legend in the markets of Liyue. If a soldier dies in battle and does not return home, he will think that he still has the iron laws of the military in the world and still has to protect his family and country and protect his subjects.
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"In the battle of Guiliji, Munata killed the entire expeditionary army. Due to the turmoil and migration, no one buried the bodies."
"When those soldiers saw you... they felt like they had returned to their hometown."
There is no excessive emotion in Zhongli's narration, and his calm tone makes it easy for people to immerse themselves in his narration.
The joys and sorrows of the years are all narrated in his unhurried voice.
"But I am really curious about the wisdom of bringing the dead back to life."
Zhongli frowned and looked at the boy in red who was eating rice dumplings.
He knew that Famas met his old subordinates at the border, but he didn't take it to heart.
This is the result of self-confidence in one's own strength, as well as humility and restraint. Rock God never takes the lead in using force, but it does not mean that he is a god who only pays attention to contracts and promises.
After all, Morax was the recognized god of war in the Teyvat continent thousands of years ago, and compliance with the contract also requires strong strength to guarantee it.
"Five hundred years ago, I also went to Xumi, but... they have lost this wisdom."
"Wisdom has become the enemy of the God of Wisdom, and knowledge is the bait floating on the surface of the sea of ignorance."
Zhongli rested his elbows on the heavy wooden tea table, and his usually calm golden eyes were filled with rare expectations.
If the technology to resurrect the dead can be reproduced, those old friends who died in the Demon God War will also see the prosperity of Liyue now.
A few years before the Guiliji War, I was still worried about the blockage of trade routes. Now Liyue has become a place where thousands of sailors gather.
"To be precise, this is a kind of alchemy, and it also has a name, called the art of gold."
Famas leaned back on the chair casually, and dots of flames ignited between his fingers. A flaming red crystal butterfly flew out of the fire, and flew around the boy several times with its wings as thin as cicada wings.
, and finally annihilated into sparks, just like the ending of fireworks.
"The creation of this kind of alchemy has nothing to do with Sumeru or Munata. It's just that Munata, which is prone to frequent wars, has enough war dead to supply experiments; Sumeru, who masters the flow of earth veins, can
Uncover the ultimate wisdom of ancient times."
"However, the moment the method of creation was born, the curse from the sky also followed. Except for Jin himself, no one should know how to revive the dead."
Famas's words of remembrance stopped abruptly. It was almost late at night in Liyue. There were only a few pedestrians in Feiyun Slope, and the merchants were also seizing the last time to clean up their storefronts.
The owner of the wine shop wearing a gray short brown vest walked from a distance and abruptly interrupted the conversation between Famas and Zhongli.
"You two, the shop is about to close, please..."
The hunched boss looked at the large table of dishes ordered by the two, and stared at the seemingly steady Zhongli with wary eyes.
The best Qingce black tea, smooth and straight, with a mellow aroma, costs 50,000 molars per cup.
There was also a table full of appetizers and snacks, and the dinner plates stacked high made the boss marvel at how much they both ate.
Mr. Zhong was unhurried and sat in his chair calmly. It was only now that he remembered the important events that he had forgotten in the afternoon when he was immersed in the wishes of the people.
Go back to the Hall of Purity to get Mora.
Zhongli, who was slightly embarrassed, glanced at Famas calmly. He was about to ask the boy if he had any extra mola, but he was shocked by his acting skills.
Famas, who was originally full of energy and chatting with Zhong Li, is now tilting his head, squinting his eyes, snoring slightly, and looks like he is sleeping drunk.
"Ahem, boss, can you bring me the account book of Beiguo Bank in the past life, and I'll do the accounting below."
Knowing that he couldn't count on Famas, Zhongli asked his boss to take out the accounting books, preparing to make the already poor income of Shengsheng Hall even worse.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhongli's mind suddenly flashed into the image of Hutao folding his hands and praying devoutly beside the statue, and the account book of the Hall of Life in his mouth also changed to Beiguo Bank.
"Northland Bank...this..."
Hearing the name of Beiguo Bank, the boss opened his eyes wide at first, carefully looked at Zhongli from beginning to end, and then said in embarrassment: "This guest officer, I really don't dare to remember the accounts of Beiguo Bank..."
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Hearing the boss's embarrassing words, Zhongli frowned unnoticeably: "Why?"
"Now, no one knows that the emperor's murder is inseparable from that fool. The merchants in Liyue are busy cleaning up the accounts with Beiguo Bank. If they don't keep the balance, the entire bank will be seized by the Qianyan Army. How can they dare to keep accounts?
?"
The boss explained to Zhongli nervously and awkwardly, and kept looking around, fearing that Qian Yanjun, who was patrolling the night, would discover the conversation between the two and cause some misunderstanding.
"Oh? Seven Stars seized Beiguo Bank? Why didn't I know?"
Just when Zhongli was about to speak, a playful voice sounded behind him. A young man with orange hair and blue eyes walked out of the shadows at the edge of the house. He looked harmless and touched the back of his head, smiling with white teeth.<