Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Eh? Isn't Harpas the name of the Demon God of Farmas?"

Paimon curiously turned his head to Farmas who was concentrating on the painting, and then suddenly exclaimed at the boy as if he had realized some trick.

"Could it be... the stinky guarantor actually 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 Paimeng's incoherent shout suddenly came from a distance.

"Paimon, don't talk nonsense..."

Yingmei, who was afraid that the other party would cause trouble, hurried to Paimon's side, and just happened to hear the words of emergency food, she suddenly became angry, and raised her hand to tap Paimon's little head.

"Little Paimon is not entirely wrong."

Before the traveler could finish speaking, Farmas interrupted the girl's reproach, and even shook his head in agreement with Paimon's conjecture.

"Eh!!"

Now it was Yingmei's turn to be surprised, the girl's amber eyes blinked, she hesitated to speak, obviously shocked by Farmas's confession.

"When Ahta was picked up, she was indeed a human cub."

Fortunately, Famas' next explanation let the traveler breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, Zhong Li also came to the crowd, stared at the painting in front of him, pondered for a moment, and casually revealed the identity of the artist.

"As expected, Ahtar...should be the name of the King's Hand in Munata, right?"

There was no expression on Zhongli's face, but the golden glow in his pupils suddenly brightened, and the tips of his hair gradually turned to golden brown due to the disordered elemental force, slightly shining with the golden brilliance of elemental force.

"good."

Famas took the opportunity to take down the thousand-year-old picture scroll, and the records and illustrations that Abedo showed them on the Longji Snow Mountain also appeared in the minds of the traveler and Paimon.

Plagues, curses, mobs... It seemed to be an extremely chaotic and bloody time, which was in strange contrast to the slightly cold but orderly machinery on the painting.

"When I picked up Ahta, he was probably only as long as this scroll."

Famas rolled up the scroll-mounted painting and made some gestures.

With a heart of comparison, little Paimon flew to the scroll, measured his height, proudly raised his head with his arms folded.

"Hey, then she's not as tall as me..."

"Indeed, but this is the length of Ahta when his limbs and tongue were cut off by the local residents, and he was sent to the altar as a living priest of the evil god."

Famas glanced at the little mascot, and his seemingly calm words were like a bucket of ice water pouring over the triumphant Paimon'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.

And Yingmei just frowned slightly, recalling the cruel record told by Abedo.

She asked about the story of the Hand of the King on Longji Snow Mountain, but Famas refused to tell it without hesitation, and asked her to find it on her own during the journey.

How could such a thing be found!

Zhongli also said when he was at the Northland Bank that almost all the materials and relics of Munata were lost in history.

Perhaps seeing the curiosity in the traveler's eyes, Farmas shook his head, and after a little thought, he selectively told the story of the Hand of the King.

"The story of Ahtar happened at the beginning of the establishment of Munata. At that time, the soldiers who followed me overthrew the rule of an unknown demon god, destroyed the other's sacrificial place, and gathered the scattered people."

"Just as he was about to leave, the general under his command brought a child who was slurring his speech and lost his limbs."

"It's not difficult to judge that she was treated as a sacrifice by the ignorant mortals to the evil god."

Famas's tone became more and more serious, and he raised his hand seemingly casually, and the battle scene when he destroyed the Demon God's lair thousands of years ago resurfaced in front of everyone.

This is the authority of God of War to reproduce the battlefield.

The light of fire and blood were intertwined, and in the flames that almost turned the sky upside down, the soldier wrapped the bloody child in a dusty cloth and walked behind Farmas.

"At that time, Munata was only a small settlement in the far west of the Tivat continent, with limited medical treatment, and I hadn't met Rhine Dort and King Dacishu yet."

"The best thing to do is to end this child's suffering as soon as possible."

Accompanied by Famas' narration, the boy in heavy armor swings his spear at the infant child in the picture, but stops slowly when he is about to stab the other party's throat.

"But at that time... I saw her red eyes, which were full of faith to live."

"So I decided to save this child and use the power of war to save her life and heal her wounds."

"When technology was a little more advanced, people were ordered to make mechanical prosthetics and vocal organs."

The scene of the war dissipated here, and Famas seemed to recall those happy times, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I don't expect Akhtar to provide any help in governing the country, I only hope that she can reconcile with her tragic past."

"However, Akhta quickly showed a great understanding of government affairs, and was willing to accept and verify my theory."

"Later, Munata formed an alliance with the royal court of Kanria, and naturally met the alchemist who served as the [court mage], Rhinedot."

"Reindot likes Akhta very much. He has been thinking about making Akhta recognize her as a mother all day long. He also improved her mechanical prosthesis and covered it with thin skin to look more like a human being."

"But Ahta rejected the witch's offer, and hoped to use my demon name as her surname."

"His name is Ahta Harpas."

At this point in the story, Famas suddenly snorted coldly, but there was not much blame in his tone, as if he was just complaining about his old friend's concealment.

"At that time, Reindotter 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 a breakthrough everywhere."

"I suspected at the time that Reindotter just used Ahta as an experimental subject."

Talking about the sinner who caused the dark disaster, Zhongli coughed twice, interrupting the boy's narration, and Famas just glanced at Zhongli with an innocent face, and then began to tell the origin of the painting in his hand.

"Due to the limited level of technology, the initial artificial prosthetics were not as good as the original human hands and feet, and they were extremely difficult to manipulate."

"Akhta, who has already served as the [King's Hand], did not know where to hear the news that practicing painting can help improve the control of the prosthetic unit, so after work, he always likes to go around with paint to paint."

"But she throws the completed paintings into the fire and burns them every once in a while. Maybe she thinks the paintings are too ugly and it's really shameful."

The young man spread his hands in regret, and Paimeng, who was listening with gusto, tilted his head and asked, "Well...how did this painting survive?"

"I'm known as the [Tyrant of Flame], and it's not easy to quietly create the illusion that the paper is burned."

Famas nodded triumphantly, and was just about to put the painting in his arms, but unexpectedly, the rock-yellow divine power protecting the painting suddenly lit up, blocking the boy's movements.

Zhong Li, who was listening to the story, cleared his throat, and explained to Farmas with a smile behind his back:
"This painting is a relic of the past hall masters of the Hall of Rebirth, and the Hall of Resurrection is also a part of Liyue."

"The contract stipulates everything except Liyue...so you can't take this painting with you."

Hearing Zhong Li's words, the smile on Famas's face disappeared suddenly, and the soft hair on the top of his head also fell down, and he stared at him coldly.

"However, considering that you are acquainted with the author of this painting, I will make the decision in the next generation to return this painting to you."

Zhong Li, who had lost the heart of God, seemed to have cast off his shackles. He rarely talked to Famas in a joking tone, and dissipated the divine power protecting the painting.

"Hmph...putting on airs."

The boy swiftly put away the painting, but at this time there was a strange knock on the door of the Hall of Past Death.