Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 393 Wallet's Wallet

The dome of the conference room of the Winter Palace is painted with colorful and dreamy mythological murals, and the scene of the feast of the gods can be vaguely seen, but there is only frosty cold in the air today. The white mist dissipated quickly.

When all the executive officers learned about Harpas' recovery, Piero spoke slowly, the shadow of his body stretched very long by the dying candle.

"Under the light of the winter pole white star, we gather here again. Our strength has not been weakened, and it will grow stronger."

Hearing the commander-in-chief's speech, all the executive officers withdrew their gazes from the captain, while the skirmishers curled their lips in disgust.

Perhaps it was because he had served the Royal Court of Kanria for too long, Piero never repeated his opening remarks, but the meaning expressed was never nutritious.

Mostly just welcoming everyone, and thanking the execs for not playing themselves to death.

"Trading evil eyes with divine power crystals, resurrecting fallen soldiers, leading troops to kill Liyue, and unknown black and red forces..."

As if seeing something of interest, Dottore's mouth curled into a rare smile, muttering to himself, and even the indifferent mood of perennial immersion in experiments became high.

But Piero just stared at the doctor in front of the seat indifferently, as if recalling a certain report, his tone changed sharply.

"Dottore, the staff of the city hall told me yesterday that there was a non-elemental explosion in the bell tower church, do you have anything to say?"

The enthusiasm in the doctor's eyes subsided a little, and after a moment of contemplation, he remembered the creation experiment he ordered his subordinates to carry out yesterday. It seemed that the sudden blizzard had caused devastating results.

"Everything has its price. Compared with the great progress of gnosis, the damage in the world is not worth mentioning at all."

Dottore obviously didn't care about the results of the experiment's failure, and even thought that the Harlequin was making a fuss over a molehill.

Except for Her Majesty the Queen, almost no one can tell which period the doctor's slices left in the Winter Kingdom belong to, and doctors in different periods have different personalities to varying degrees.

It's just that all the slices have a similar arrogance. Even though the doctor has nothing wrong with his etiquette, when talking with him, it is obvious that he is speaking in a condescending manner.

Except, of course, when meeting the Queen.

Facing Her Majesty, Dottore always remained humble and refined. He never questioned the Queen's decision. Therefore, if the same question was asked by different people, the doctor might give two different answers.

"Hey, it's ridiculous."

Perhaps because they are both scientific researchers, Sandonie has never had a good impression of the doctor. Even if the two seats are far apart, it does not prevent her from refusing each other.

"Dottore, your so-called great process, like Pucciniera's policy of benefiting the people in the newspapers, has no effect."

How to offend two people with one sentence.

Puccini, who heard the "puppet"'s irony, did not change his face, fully showing the thick-skinned politicians must, and responded in a kind tone: "Sandone, all the policies of the city hall have been discussed and resolved in various aspects. It also strictly abides by the relevant laws, and at the same time, this is also a responsible measure based on the national interest, intended to reflect the benevolence of Her Majesty the Queen."

"Hmph...that's really sorry, please forgive my bluntness, after all, I couldn't find a more appropriate description for a while."

Sandone pulled the corner of her mouth to apologize to Pucciniera, but there was not much sincerity in her tone.

Years of municipal experience has taught Pucciniera to be vague. Compared with Pantalone, who is always exploiting policy loopholes, the puppet's irony is really nothing.

"Sandone, instead of using your ignorance to measure the experiments on the world, you should pay more attention to your weak and low-level tin toys."

The doctor retorted without hesitation. He is not a hypocrite Pantalone. Facing the provocations of his colleagues, he would only smile and flatter him, and then privately withhold funds.

After hearing the doctor's response, the smile on the corner of Sandonie's mouth gradually disappeared.

No one can insult her creation.

"Then maybe I should take out the doctor's extremely smart brain and put it on the puppets."

"Catherine just needs an update iteration..."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Puccinera, who was good at adapting to the situation, also began to echo, not forgetting to stimulate the onlooker Arechino with words.

"Dottore, just in terms of facts, you did cause a lot of trouble for the city hall... After all, when the explosion happened, the church and the choir were rehearsing hymns."

The doctor obviously didn't regard the unevacuated crowd as an equal life, so he shrugged indifferently.

"It's just some immature orphans... Isn't the mayor's best thing to control public opinion? As long as the ignorant people are guided a little, they will be like swarms of worms, and follow the route drawn out..."

"But that's no reason for you to act recklessly!"

Mentioning the injured child, Arechino's complexion became extremely bad, and he suddenly stood up from his seat to interrupt the conversation, and yelled at Dottore: "The children I raised with all my care are not your test subjects!"

The doctor didn't answer, but impatiently rubbed the reagent samples in his pocket.

In his eyes, this kind of trivial matter is really not worth spending so much effort arguing with these short-sighted colleagues.

Piero, who was standing as the chief of the long table, had a panoramic view of the expressions of the executive officers, and tapped the long table with his knuckles: "Dottore, Your Majesty understands your eagerness for quick success, but the repair cost of the church will still be high." Deducted from your experimental expenses."

This is the Queen's oracle, even though Dottore was impatient, he still bowed to express his understanding.

Even without Pantalone's support, he has countless ways to raise funds.

"In addition, according to Her Majesty's oracle, it is necessary to send an executive officer to Liyue to retrieve the God Heart of the rebellious god Harpas."

The clown brought the topic back to the resurrected Farmas, then took out the envelope covered with bone-white wax paint from the cloak, and pushed it to the insignificant rich man: "Pantalone, this task is entrusted to you .”

"pass it to me?"

The smiling expression of the rich man suddenly froze on his face, as if he still couldn't believe it, and subconsciously repeated what Piero said.

"But I'm just a helpless banker..."

"I think Mr. Captain should be a more suitable candidate than me."

The rich man quickly realized that he wanted to shirk tasks that should not belong to him.

As we all know, rich businessmen and politicians like him and the rooster have lived in the territory of Zhidong since the establishment of the Fools, responsible for maintaining the operation of the country and preventing the organization from disintegrating in advance due to internal conflicts in resources.

Pantalone's seat is already at the back, not to mention that if he wants to face the ancient demon god who uses war as his authority, he needs to get back the heart of the other party.

"It is the grace and mercy of the Empress, Pantalone."

"... After all, Liyue was once your hometown."

The buffoon didn't pay attention to Pantalone's frown, and ordered in an unquestionable tone.

The captain remained silent at this moment, no one knew what this rare and decent man among executive officers was thinking.

(End of this chapter)