Let’s not talk about what Wendy and Famas did in the cave. Thousands of miles away in Liyue, at dawn, a pigeon landed on the person wearing a black gown as solemn as a rock and with eyes like golden amber.
Men's hands.
Take off the letter from the pigeon's leg, slowly unfold it, and spread it flat.
The letter was sent by Ningguang, who returned to Mondstadt. The purpose was to inform Keqing, one of the Seven Stars, that the emperor's oracle had been completed, but for some reason, it was intercepted by this tall man.
The dove flapped its wings and jumped onto the shoulder of the man reading the letter.
After he finished reading the words on the paper, he folded the letter according to Qixing's unique confidentiality method and put it back on the pigeon's lap.
Indigo doves fly.
As the sunset glows, the clouds on the other side of the mountains gradually turn a little pink, like neon flowers blooming in the summer night sky.
"Mr. Zhongli, are you watching the scenery alone again?"
A girl with black nails, a hexagonal hat, and a cunning and naughty look on her face suddenly appeared behind Zhongli who was sitting upright.
"Hallmaster Hu..."
Zhongli didn't look back, seeing the beautiful scenery of Liyue in front of him.
"Oh, Mr. Zhongli is so boring..."
Hutao, who did not scare Zhongli and felt bored, shrugged and walked away quickly, not knowing where he went.
When everything was quiet, Zhongli sighed lightly and looked at the Beiguo Bank in the sunset, wondering what he was thinking about.
In the Northland Bank, Dadalia, who was trying to eat with chopsticks, was still thinking about the mission Her Majesty the Queen had given him and Zhongli's role.
The first time Dadalia met Zhongli was on the roadside, and the two passed by each other. If it were normal, Dadalia might not have cared at all, but nevertheless, this man was too outstanding, both in appearance and temperament.
, does not look like a mortal at all. But the most unforgettable thing is the pair of eyes, the beautiful golden pupils and the redness at the corners of the eyes.
Dadalia had seen the most precious gems in Liyue, but the moment he saw those eyes, he suddenly felt that those priceless things were overshadowed.
Of course, what was even more unexpected was that a few hours later, he saw those beautiful eyes again.
Although it was in some embarrassing situations.
"I forgot to bring Mora."
The serious-looking Zhongli said this frankly to the owner of the restaurant. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't look like that kind of person, he might have been mistaken for a scoundrel who planned to eat the King's meal.
The boss frowned and looked at him, finally sighed, waved his hand and said to the man expressionlessly: "Since there is no Maura to pay, then go wash the dishes and pay them back."
"I paid this bill for this gentleman."
As if by chance, Dadalia walked up to them, and before he could react, the words had already blurted out.
The man with almost demonic golden eyes looked at him with a bit of a smile in his eyes.
Although it was said that his acquaintance with Zhongli was just an accident, he accidentally catered to his plan. Although the man who claimed to be the guest of the Palace of Death had the problem of spending money lavishly and always forgetting to bring Mora, as his
The guide is perfect.
Zhongli is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he taught Dadalia many local customs and habits in Liyue. Of course, more importantly, Zhongli can be used as a source of information.
However, the two of them have some bumps into each other on a daily basis.
"Do we only provide 'chopsticks' here..."
Dadalia looked at the neat tableware in front of her in pain.
"Now that you've come to Liyue, you have to do as the locals do. If you don't use chopsticks, you won't be able to appreciate the real deliciousness of Liyue."
Zhongli told him so, but for Dadalia, practicing using these two wooden bars to pick up food is simply as difficult as heaven.
After the fifth time of pinching the tofu on the plate in half, Dadalia finally couldn't help complaining. Zhongli, who was only sipping tea, didn't hold back the expression on his face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly at Dadalia.
There was a sign of contempt in Leah's eyes.
"Mr. Zhongli...is this mocking me?"
Dadalia stuck the chopsticks directly into the tofu.
The black-haired man put down the tea cup in his hand and turned sideways. Dadalia thought he was going to say something, but when he opened his mouth, she didn't expect that the other man just took off the chopsticks he had stuck on the tofu.
"Such behavior, according to Liyue's rules, is very impolite."
"Compared to the beginning, Your Excellency, Young Master, has made great progress, but still lacks a little skill."
Zhongli's neither salty nor bland voice rang in his ears, and Dadalia was so angry that he almost drew his knife and chopped the piece of tofu.
In addition to inviting himself to dinner, Mr. Zhongli also likes to listen to books. He can sit in front of the storyteller all day long. He goes out with the thrush in the morning and returns along the original route with the thrush in the evening.
"Zhongli looks so young, but his personality is that of an antique."
Hu Tao, the current head of the Purity Hall, said this about this guest.
Dadalia was once taken to listen to the book several times by Zhongli in the name of "understanding Liyue culture". I can't say that I like it, nor can I say I hate it. It's just that Zhongli's reaction when listening to the book was quite interesting.
Most of what Liyue's storytellers tell is unofficial history, especially the parts related to Emperor Yanwang, which are even more outrageous. At first, Dadalia, who planned to listen to the books to find out the news, gave up after a few times.
This behavior.
Whenever the storyteller talked about the achievements of Emperor Yanwang, Zhongli would always have different reactions. Sometimes he would lower his head and think about it carefully, and then whisper "It is true", and sometimes he would laugh it off, that is.
Are you saying this story is a fabrication?
Dadalia didn't know much about the deeds of Emperor Yan Wang, but Zhongli's words always gave him an inexplicable sense of trust. In his impression, Zhongli had never deceived anyone else.
One time on the way back to the Rebirth Hall, Dadalia asked Zhongli: "Why does Mr. Zhongli know so many things related to the Rock King?"
After listening to his question, Zhongli just smiled, his golden eyes reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, so dazzling that it didn't look like a worldly thing.
"I just know a little bit about it."
Zhongli changed the subject when he was stunned. The thrush in the cage made a series of crisp calls, urging them to continue on their way.
From that moment on, Dadalia began to suspect that Zhongli was an immortal from Liyue. However, it seemed that such an immortal could never be heard from any storyteller in Liyue. The immortals they spoke of were always far away from the world.
, watching over this land during the long years that are just a blink of an eye to them.
"I will ask Zhongli tomorrow about the matter of inviting the immortal. If we can take action before the ceremony of inviting the immortal... Her Majesty the Queen will be very happy."
Dadalia, who was wearing a white button-down shirt, gave up on the method Zhongli taught him to use, clenched a pair of chopsticks, inserted them directly into the tofu, then picked them up and put them into his mouth.