The sun rises as usual, and Liyue Port, which had been silent all night, becomes noisy again.
At this moment, the nightlife in Hong Kong City has ended, but the morning market has not yet begun. It is the most peaceful time of the day.
The store clerk moved the door panel and used bamboo strips to extinguish the candle wicks in the lantern signboard. Dots of fuzzy starlight hung in the sky, shining with small and bright lights. The busy streets during the day were deserted, and the whole city seemed to be empty.
They all slept soundly in the dark.
Only the bustling crowds and the rising smoke of cigarettes on the Yujing Platform can prove that the people of Liyue have been awake for a long time.
In order to make it easier for the people of Liyue to accept the foreign "bank" of Beiguo Bank, the Liyue branch took into consideration the harmonious relationship with the surrounding buildings in the early stages of construction. The exterior decoration adopts the red walls and blue tiles with bridges that are very Liyue style.
The cloister even invited local priests to consult the Feng Shui theory to select the opening date.
Such painstaking effort to integrate into the local environment was just to temporarily paralyze the eyes and ears of Liyue Qixing, so that Miss Ningguang, who dominated the Liyue business world with one hand, would relax her vigilance and mistakenly believe that Beiguo Bank was an ordinary foreign commercial institution that was honest and responsible.
As for whether these disguises are really effective, we can only go to Qunyu Pavilion... ah no, it is the Yuehai Pavilion that only has half of it left, or the temporary office of the General Affairs Department, and ask Lord Tianquan in person.
The exterior construction of the North Country Bank adopts the Liyue style for various reasons, but the interior is completely different, such as the bedroom Pantalone prepared for Famas.
The dark red silk curtain covers the cast iron window frame, reflecting the luster of the candlesticks and candlesticks, while the warm quilt creates a secret and warm atmosphere.
The decoration of the room is very characteristic of the snow country, but it also incorporates the furnishing concepts of other countries, achieving a wonderful balance between tradition and practicality. Under the bed is an ice blue carpet from the winter, and the details of the tables, chairs and bedposts are
Carved with auspicious animal patterns, open the lacquered door on the side of the room, and the bathtub in the bathroom has even been filled with hot water.
The dawn in the harbor is the coldest. The liquid in the bathtub evaporates and rises, meeting the cold current in the air and forming a mist.
Famas walked into the bathroom and discovered that the bathtub was not filled with hot water at all, but hot milk filled with a mellow aroma.
Seeing this scene, Famas couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, gaining a new understanding of Pantalone's extravagance.
Facing the milk bath that seemed to be carefully prepared for him, Famas obviously had no intention of taking off his clothes and going in to enjoy it. He calmly closed the door and returned to the bedroom to rest.
It was at this time that the boy discovered a letter with a dandelion bookmark suddenly placed on the window sill of his bedroom, as if a warm breeze had brought it in through the crack in the window.
Famas, who almost thought he was dazzled, blinked, and seemed to have guessed who the sender was from the dandelions in the letter. He quickly put down the porcelain cup in his hand and walked quickly to the window, picking up the cup with the varnish of the Knights of the West Wind printed on it.
Open the letter and read:
"To my dear slime hero:"
"Long time no see! Although it's only been a few days, it feels like it's been a long, long time since we last met? When I think of not hearing from you for so long, even the apple in my hand loses a bit of flavor...
...Fortunately, the wind of Mondstadt will blow all over the world. If you have anything you want to say to me, just tell it to the wind, whether it’s happiness or sadness!”
"When you read this letter, it may be almost dawn in Liyue, right? I remember the emperor's funeral... ah no, the ceremony for sending immortals seems to be today?"
"Hey, every time there is a ceremony to send immortals, there will be a lot of fruits for tourists to taste for free! For the sake of years of friendship as colleagues, this poet should also attend this farewell ceremony... It's just that when I saw you last time, I secretly
I borrowed a lot of fine wine from the emperor, and if I see him again... the old man might get very angry."
"So, can you please accompany me to participate in this ceremony? In return, the best bard in Teyvat will play a song for you alone! Can you, can you?"
"In addition, I found some very beautiful dandelions on the Star Picking Cliff. I wanted to pick them and send them to you, but the postman refused my request because the dandelion seeds would be scattered everywhere, so I
You can only let the wind bring you the invitation. I hope the sea breeze in Liyue didn’t get the letter paper wet.”
"My brave man, if you accept the invitation, please blow away this dandelion."
"The sylphs who are full of expectation welcome you."
The letter ends here. The writer's brushwork is flying and wanton, just like the unruly wind in Mondstadt. The dandelion sandwiched in the letter gradually becomes fluffy as the paper unfolds, and lies in Famas's hand.
It trembles slightly, as if waiting for the breeze somewhere to blow away its seeds.
After carefully reading the entire letter, Famas couldn't help but smile, but when he saw the invitation to participate in the immortal ceremony, he suppressed the raised corners of his mouth with difficulty.
Why don't Barbatos go do something with him? Do you have to go to some evil dragon's funeral to go through the motions?
Famas sighed deeply.
Having said that, since it was the poet's invitation, he had absolutely no reason to refuse.
Famas put the letter away close to his body, then carefully twisted the weak dandelion root and brought it to the bedroom window.
Compared with the residents of the Snow Country who are as busy as machines all day long, and the people of Liyue go out early and come back late to do business, the four seasons in Mondstadt have more colors. The residents there are free and cheerful by nature, and every household will plant a few clusters of flowers, making the entire Mondstadt
The city is decorated colorfully.
In the early morning, Miss Flora will bring many dewy flowers and arrange them one by one. The varieties of flowers will be different every day. Sometimes they are warm windmill daisies, sometimes they are cool lilies, sometimes they are...
It is full of dandelions.
When in the soil of Mondstadt, the dandelions will emit a blue shimmer. After leaving the soil, the light will gradually disappear. When the breeze blows, the dandelions will escape again. They are the most difficult to take care of and belong to
free flowers.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Famas held the dandelion and pushed open the window. The first thing that poured into the room was the humid sea breeze from Liyue, as if urging him to accept the appointment as soon as possible. The young detective
After looking around, I discovered that the room at the back of Beiguo Bank faced the cigarette-filled Yiyan Hall.
At this moment, black flags and flags have been hung on the stone railings of Yiyan Hall, and the attendants of the Rebirth Hall are busy setting up the ceremony site, rehearsing according to the procedures, and making sure that there will be no mistakes during the ceremony.
The emperor's dharma has been placed in the center of the high platform, assuming a majestic and sacred posture, with its dragon body surrounded by the bright rock light, waiting for the people of Liyue to pay their last respects.
And a certain guest from the Hall of Rebirth is now standing in front of the Immortal Ancestor Fashen, with his back to the bedroom window of Beiguo Bank, and he is unhurriedly directing the attendants to arrange the incense burner, ritual tools and other things according to the Feng Shui position.
At this moment, Famas and Zhongli were only a few dozen feet apart.
The familiar back made Famas, who was twisting the dandelion, stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, tilted his head and thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and brought the dandelion to his mouth.
"Hoo~"
The flying catkins followed the wind and drifted towards the Yiyan Palace...or to be more precise, they fell towards the direction where Zhongli was standing.
The unsuspecting Mr. Keqing didn't turn around in confusion until he saw the dandelions flying by. Unexpectedly, he happened to bump into a small group of dandelions coming towards him.
In order to adapt to the life of a mortal, Zhongli did not deliberately use his divine power to observe the surrounding environment. At this time, he happened to take another breath, and the dandelion flower slipped into his nose.
"Uh...ahem..."
Zhongli, who couldn't take a breath, almost choked with tears. The image of a certain bard appeared in his mind involuntarily. He was about to ask Liyue where the dandelions came from, but he coughed several times before finally removing the soft ball.
The tidbits were coughed out.
The ceremony attendants who were setting up the ceremony quickly gathered around with concern, fearing that Mr. Keqing would choke to death on the unknown tidbits. If something went wrong with the ceremony, Qixing would be held accountable, and the Hall of Rebirth would be left with nothing to eat.
Walk.
When Famas saw that the plan worked, he was dumbfounded at first, and obviously did not expect that the move would go so smoothly. Then he did not hide it at all, and even waved happily in Zhongli's direction.
The window of Beiguo Bank's room was facing away from the sun, and the light was not clear. While the attendants were still criticizing who was so unethical, Zhongli looked up and saw Famas gloating by the window, and he immediately understood.
Who is the originator of dandelions?
But before he could say anything, Famas slammed the window and refused to communicate.
Zhongli's fists tightened again and again.
How could there be a god more childish than that alcoholic poet in this world?