Paimon plucked up the courage and flew to the altar, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb, curiously looking at the salt cup worshiped by numerous salted statues.
"Why do they salute this bowl?"
The traveler, Zhongli and others also came to the salt cup. Famas had already sensed an extremely weak divine power from the salt cup, which was exactly the same as the divine power he sensed from Heulia when he passed by the salt soil.
This is obviously something the Salt Demon once used.
"This is part of Heulia's authority," Zhongli motioned for everyone to get closer and take a closer look. "It is not ordinary. Although it is only half, there is always half. In other words, it is endless."
"In other words, it won't decrease if you keep pouring it out? It sounds like... it's a good way to make more money!"
Paimon's eyes suddenly lit up. With this thing, wouldn't it be possible to continuously produce salt?
Wanyan's face turned red, as if her years of faith had been confirmed, and she anxiously explained to everyone: "Sure enough, the power of the Demon God of Salt is very powerful because it can produce endless amounts of salt!"
"In today's era, it is indeed a good business method."
Famas, who was standing aside, poured cold water on Wanyan.
"But that was an era of melee between demons and gods. How could we defeat the enemy by making salt alone?"
Paimon actually thought about it seriously: "Turn the enemy into salt? Wow, no! I always feel that all the salt will be unclean! And such a small bowl... I thought it would be something powerful.
As for the weapons, I’m a little disappointed..."
As Paimon continued to chatter, Wanyan's face became more and more ugly, and the traveler couldn't help but stop him, and winked at the little mascot: "Stop talking, Paimon."
"I know, Ying... I just won't say anything!"
Paimon also noticed Wanyan's expression and hid behind the traveler timidly.
At this time, Clement’s eyes were eager, staring at the salt cup on the altar.
The ruins of the Demon God of Salt indeed contain priceless treasures as rumored. Just by relying on this salt lamp, you can have a worry-free life, just lie in the salt mountain and make money.
Among the people present, only Zhongli and Famas remained calm as usual.
Demon relics like this may be very precious to mortals, but they are nothing to gods.
After all, every demon god has its own power. The power of the Demon God of Salt is salt. It is not surprising to have such an artifact. Besides, this kind of thing is only useful in peaceful times. It can even protect people in cruel wars.
He cannot protect his own people.
"After struggling for so long, I finally met my treasure! This thing belongs to me!"
Clement was the first to speak out and wanted to take the salt cup as his own, as if he was sure that there would be nothing more valuable than the salt cup in the ruins.
Zhongli didn't comment on this, he just looked at the fools hugging the salt cup and nodded gently: "If Mr. Clement wants this salt cup, then according to the contract, the next item belongs to Wan Yan.
Lady's."
After completing the distribution of salt cups, everyone continued to move forward along the road, except Famas who glanced at the corner of the altar without leaving any trace.
After Zhongli and others disappeared at the end of the road, on the edge of the altar overgrown with grass, a certain red flower suddenly swayed as if it was alive, and then a round grass slime emerged from the soil and stared at the big
His eyes determined the direction in which the people were leaving, and he followed them quietly.
At the end of the road is another stone room with the same altar again, but this time there is a salt ruler placed on the altar.
"If I remember correctly, this should be a measuring instrument, right?"
Wanyan asked Zhongli next to her uncertainly.
"That's true, but the Demon God of Salt also has authority here. Once this salt ruler is inserted into the ground, the soil will be covered with salt like rising water. The deeper it goes, the more salt particles will be. In other words,
The "harvest" of salt."
Zhongli nodded, agreeing with Wan Yan's statement.
"Hey! This is so powerful!" Paimon unconsciously imagined, "For example, turning other countries' land into salt!"
"That would mean a thousand wounds to the enemy and eight hundred losses to oneself, right?" The traveler knocked the little mascot on the head and turned to look at Zhongli, "Unless the salt land can be turned back into normal soil...is this possible?"<
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"I don't know much about this." Zhongli shook his head slowly, "According to the contract, this salt ruler belongs to Ms. Wanyan."
Clement regretted it at this moment and stepped in front of Wan Yan.
"No! I don't agree! I paid for the money, and I organized this exploration. Why should I suffer? And this little girl is of no use at all, why should I give things to her!"
The traveler and Paimon didn't seem surprised by Clement's current behavior, and Yingmei even sighed.
Anyone who has stayed in Liyue knows how much Liyue people value contracts.
Liyue cannot live without a contract, just like Mondstadt cannot live without freedom.
Dare to say such words in the land of Liyue, to a certain extent, Clement is extremely courageous.
"In other words, you want to break the contract?"
Zhongli took over and his aura changed. The golden boy shone brightly and showed his majesty.
Clement didn't seem to notice this change yet. He stared at the faintly glowing Eyes of God worn by Zhongli and Famas, and gritted his teeth in response.
"So what if it's destroyed? I can almost understand the mechanisms in this ruins, so you're useless."
"After all, I am the one who hired you, so why should I do things according to your rules?"
A golden light flashed in Zhongli's eyes, and his expression was cold: "Because you have made a contract, the contract has been fulfilled, and anyone who breaks the promise shall be punished by eating rocks."
"That is your god of Liyue. I came from Zhidong. I..."
But before Clement could finish his words, the entire room was enveloped in deathly silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
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The fool who violated the contract felt that the air in the entire room seemed to be sucked out by something. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, his breathing was stagnant, and his eyesight turned black.
Huge panic gripped his heart, as if a huge force beyond the world began to dominate everything, and his emotions were controlled by it. After what might have been an instant, or what could have been forever, Ke
Liement suddenly remembered the doctor's research records in Fool's Intelligence:
"Anger...is often the most primitive expression of the power of the devil."
"The wrath of the devil is enough to make the ants crawling on the ground tremble and surrender. It is also the most basic authority of the gods."
But all this was just a fleeting thought of Clement. The next moment, he heard Zhongli sigh softly.
Clement seemed to have fallen from the netherworld into the world, and all the visions disappeared like illusions. He collapsed on the ground in shock, panting heavily, and stared at Zhongli with dark eyes in horror.
"I have confiscated your harvest, and you are no longer qualified to move forward, so just leave."
Zhongli's eyes were cold, but his tone was as elegant and warm as usual.
Wan Yan still didn't know what happened, and looked at the two of them doubtfully.
She only saw Zhongli glare at Clement, and the originally tough fools collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily as if they were frightened.
I didn’t expect Mr. Zhongli to have such ability.
"You, you..."
Clement watched helplessly as the salt cup was taken away by Zhongli, but could not utter a complete sentence, so he had to return along the original path in embarrassment.
At this time, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to find Mr. Pantalone and tell him... that he seemed to have seen the gods of Liyue.