"Eh? Isn't Harpas the name of the demon god Famas?" 诬
Paimon curiously turned his head to Famas, who was concentrating on the painting, and then suddenly exclaimed towards the young man as if he had understood some trick.
"Could it be that... the stinking security guard secretly gave birth to a child behind our backs!"
In the corner of the painting cabinet in the warehouse, the traveler was listening to Mr. Zhongli's introduction with great interest, but unexpectedly, Paimeng's incoherent shouting came from the distance.
"Paimon, don't talk nonsense..."
Fearing that the other party would cause trouble, Yingmei hurriedly ran to Paimon, and happened to hear the words about emergency food. She suddenly became furious and raised her hand to knock Paimon on the head.
"What little Paimon said is not entirely wrong."
Before the traveler could finish what he said, Famas interrupted the girl's accusation and even shook his head to agree with Paimon's conjecture. 謥
"Hey!!"
Now it was Yingmei's turn to be surprised. The girl's amber eyes blinked and she hesitated to speak. She was obviously shocked by Famas' admission.
"When I first picked up Akhtar, she was still a human cub."
Fortunately, Famas' next explanation made the travelers sigh in relief. At this moment, Zhongli also came to the crowd, stared at the painting in front of him and pondered for a moment, and casually revealed the identity of the painter.
"If the prediction is correct, Akhtar...should be the name of the Hand of the King in Munata, right?"
There was no expression on Zhongli's face, but the golden light in his pupils suddenly brightened up. Due to the chaotic elemental power, the tips of his hair gradually turned into golden brown, slightly shining with the golden brilliance of the elemental power.
"Not bad." 襥
Famas took down the scroll that had lasted for thousands of years, and the records and illustrations that Albedo showed them on the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain also appeared in the minds of the traveler and Paimon.
Plague, curse, mob... It seemed to be an extremely chaotic and bloody time, which formed a strange contrast with the slightly cold but orderly machinery in the painting.
"When I picked up Akhtar, he was probably only as long as this scroll."
Famas rolled up the scroll-mounted painting and made some gestures.
With a desire to compare, little Paimon flew to the scroll, measured his height, proudly crossed his arms and raised his head.
"Hey, then she's not as tall as me..."
"Indeed, but this is the length of Akhtar when the local residents had his limbs chopped off, his mouth and tongue cut off, and then sent to the altar as a living sacrifice to the evil god." 襥
Famas glanced at the little mascot, and his seemingly calm words were like a large bucket of ice water poured on the proud Paimeng's head.
"Ho ho... don't say such terrible things in a calm tone!"
Paimon's proud expression suddenly froze on his face, and he almost missed his breath and flew back to the traveler timidly.
But Yingmei just frowned slightly, recalling the cruel records told by Abedo.
She asked about the story of the King's Hand on the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain, but Famas refused to tell it without hesitation and asked her to find it on her own during the journey.
How is it possible to find such a thing!
Zhongli also said when he was at Beiguo Bank that Munata's information and relics were almost lost in history. 謥
Perhaps seeing the curiosity in the traveler's eyes, Famas shook his head, thought for a moment and then selectively told the story of the King's Hand.
"The story of Akhtar happened when Munata was founded. At that time, the soldiers who followed me overthrew the rule of an unknown demon god, destroyed the other party's sacrificial place, and gathered the scattered people."
"When I was about to leave, my general brought a child with unclear speech and missing limbs."
"It is not difficult to judge that she was regarded as a sacrifice to the evil god by the ignorant mortals."
Famas's tone became heavier, and he raised his hand seemingly casually, and the battle scene when he destroyed the Demon God's lair thousands of years ago reappeared in front of everyone.
This is the reappearance of the god of war with authority on the battlefield.
Firelight and bloodlight intertwined, and in the flames that almost turned the sky upside down, the soldiers wrapped the bloody children in dusty cloth and walked behind Famas. 该
"At that time, Munata was only a small settlement in the far western region of the Teyvat continent, and its medical level was limited. I had not yet met Reindot and King Daci Shu."
"The best way is to end this child's pain as soon as possible."
As Famas narrates, the boy in heavy armor swings a spear in the picture, slashing at the infant child, but stops slowly when he is about to stab the child in the throat.
"But then...I saw her red eyes, which were full of faith to live."
"So I decided to save this child and used the power of war to save her life and heal her wounds."
"When technology was a little more advanced, people made mechanical prosthetics and vocal organs."
The scenes of the war disappeared here, and Famas seemed to recall those happy times, with a slight smile on his lips. 襥
"I don't expect Akhtar to provide any help in governing the country. I only hope that she can reconcile with the tragic past."
"But Akhtar soon showed his extremely high understanding of government affairs and was willing to accept and verify the theories I proposed."
"Later, Munata formed an alliance with the Royal Court of Camria, and naturally he got to know the alchemist, Reindot, who served as the [Court Mage]."
"Reindot liked Akhtar very much. She spent her whole day thinking about getting Akhtar to recognize her as her mother. She also improved her mechanical prosthesis and covered it with thin skin to look more like a human being."
"But Akhtar rejected the witch's kindness and wanted to take my demon name as her surname."
"His name is Akhtar Harpas."
At this point in the story, Famas suddenly snorted coldly, but there was no excessive blame in his tone, as if he was just complaining about his old friend's concealment. 该
"At that time, Reindot did not have the title of [Gold], and her research on creating life was also stuck in a bottleneck, and she had to look for breakthroughs everywhere."
"I suspected at that time that Reindot was just using Akhtar as an experimental subject."
Talking about the great sinner who caused the dark disaster, Zhongli coughed twice, interrupting the young man's narration. Famas just glanced at Zhongli, who had an innocent face, and began to tell the origin of the painting in his hand. p>
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"Due to the limited technical level, the initial artificial limbs were not as good as human original hands and feet, and were extremely difficult to operate."
"Akhtar, who has already served as the Hand of the King, heard the news from somewhere that practicing painting can help improve the control of the prosthetic unit, so after work, he always likes to go everywhere with paints to paint." "But she would throw the completed paintings into the fire and burn them every once in a while. Maybe she felt that the paintings were too ugly and it was really shameful."
The young man spread his hands slightly regretfully, and Paimeng, who was listening with interest, tilted his head and asked: "Well... then how come this painting has been preserved?" 襥
"I am known as the [Tyrant of Fire], so I can easily create the illusion of paper being burned."
Famas nodded proudly, and was just about to put the painting into his arms, but unexpectedly, the rock-yellow divine power protecting the painting suddenly lit up, blocking the boy's movement.
Zhongli, who was listening to the story, cleared his throat and explained to Famas with a smile and his hands behind his back:
"This painting is a relic of the previous owners of the Purang Sheng Hall, which is also a part of Liyue."
"The contract stipulates everything except Liyue...so you can't take this painting away."
Hearing Zhongli's words, the smile on Famas's face suddenly disappeared, the soft hair on his head fell down, and he stared at him with cold eyes.
"But considering that you are acquainted with the author of this painting, I will make the decision to return this painting to you." 謥
Zhongli, who had lost the heart of God, seemed to have lost his shackles. He could hardly talk to Famas in a joking tone, and casually dispersed the divine power to protect the paintings.
"Hmph...pretending."
The young man quickly put away the painting, but at this moment, there was a strange knock on the door outside the Hall of Purity.