Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

In the office on the top floor of Northland Bank, the crystal chandelier casts soft light, reflecting on the golden account books on the wall, as if the entire room is coated with a layer of luxurious gold.

Pantalone sat behind a carved incense wood table, tapping the tabletop with his fingertips, making a regular tapping sound. The ring on his hand shone coldly under the light, and the corners of his mouth had his usual upward arc.

Russell stopped at the door as usual, and Famas walked into the office where Pantarone was alone.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise suddenly as the boy entered, causing the scent of sandalwood in the air to stagnate.

"Your place is even more extravagant than Ningguang's Jade Pavilion."

Famas looked around and found that in just a few days, Pantalone's office had added several more collectibles, especially the jade fan carved with gold threads on the desk, with the word "Tianquan" written in the corner of the fan.

"Fugui'er, you are not some pervert with strange hobbies, are you? You secretly stole Ningguang's fan? And you put it here openly."

Famas curled his lips in disgust. It turned out that rich people's hobbies were really weird.

Pantalone's fingertips hovered on the gilded lock of the jade fan. Ice crystals climbed silently along the glass of the display case, shrouding the word "Tianquan" in a hazy rime.

"You obviously misunderstood. The pleasure of a collector lies in letting the treasures enter the display cabinet voluntarily, rather than taking them by force."

Pantalone raised his head slowly and responded in a gentle tone, his eyes narrowed slightly behind his lenses, like a fox that had caught its prey.

"Tsk..."

Famas's mouth turned downward.

After the boy's last visit, Pantalone had removed the extra chairs in the study, leaving only the one under his butt, to prevent Famas from getting close to him and talking nonsense.

But this behavior obviously couldn't stop FAMAS who was deliberately looking for trouble with Pantalone.

The young man grabbed a chest of drawers from the corner of the room and sat on it openly, staring at Pantalone with his arms folded, and the fire element exploded into tiny red lotuses deep in his pupils.

"You're offering the abandoned fan from Tianquan Star as an imperial edict. It reminds me of those idiots like Inazuma who stole the general's socks to worship... Or do you like to smell the cinnabar left on Ningguang's fingertips and imagine that it's you sitting on the Tianquan seat?"

At the moment when the ice crystals spread out into frost patterns between the fan bones, a cluster of bright flames suddenly shot out from the boy's fingertips, melting the rime into tiny water droplets that crackled and exploded.

"He went crazy over the calligraphy that Morax personally bestowed upon him. It seems that the ninth seat of the Fatui's executive officer's hoarding habit is just a delusion of power."

Famas tilted his head and looked at the wooden table that was covered with steam. The flames licked the gilded fan buckle, giving off a burnt smell.

Hearing the boy's undisguised sarcasm, Pantalone's mouth corners finally drooped, and the left eyebrow rose uncontrollably. His dark black hair was soft and slightly curled, and a few strands fell on the edge of the frame, with the movement, a light golden color similar to the surface of Mora appeared.

"Really? But I remember that the throne of a certain god was smashed into pieces by the Rock King. Now the enemy is in the harbor, but he only dares to speak harshly. Now he is punching a fan with a heavy punch."

The banker raised his hand to take off his glasses, and stroked the burnt fan bones with his fingertips. "Could it be that you are relying on that traveler, thinking that by following that fool who is looking for his brother all over the world, you can restore the glory of Munata?"

Pantalone, unlike his usual forbearing attitude, responded just as sharply, causing the fire in Famas' pupils to suddenly swell, and finally he suddenly stood up from the wooden chest of drawers.

The sparks from the sudden explosion of the air illuminated the entire secret room. Famas crushed the ice on the ground with his toes, and his red eyes almost burned through the other's smiling eyebrows.

"You think your dog barking can break my defense?"

The blazing flames and the cold frost tore at each other in the enclosed space, producing white smoke. The gold foil contracts flying all over the room suddenly froze in the air.

"So you think I care about some rumors?"

Famas's fist was now only half an inch away from Pantalone's frame, and the icicles condensed on the banker's fingertips were also spreading along the surface.

The fight did not happen. At a certain moment of interlacing breaths, the two men suddenly stopped fighting at the same time, as if the laughter and scolding just now were just a ridiculous entertainment show. Pantarone looked at the frost-covered floor under Famas' feet, while Famas stared at the banker's burnt cuffs. The office suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"Tsk, he is indeed a villain who dares to plot against even the gods."

A cluster of sparks flicked off from Famas' fingertips, which happened to ignite the metal decoration on the corner of Pantalone's clothes. The ninth executive officer casually brushed away the flames, and the melted gold wire left a snake-shaped scorch mark on the table.

"You're too kind." Pantalone pushed the crooked gold wire frame, and ice crystals grew iris patterns along the cracked lenses. "After all, besides Morax, the only one who can make the sky pay attention is you, the tyrant who made a contract with the entire continent."

Two chuckles sounded almost simultaneously. Pantalone was leisurely adjusting his cufflinks, while Famas casually crushed the ice on the ground with his feet.

If Pantalone's previous understanding of the demon's power was still based on the abstract descriptions in the yellowed books, at this moment every nerve in his body was screaming with concrete fear.

At this moment, his index finger was twitching slightly as he curled up in the leather chair, and cold sweat was running down his spine and soaking his silk shirt.

When testing just now, the icy spikes released by Pantalone didn't even touch the hem of Famas's clothes, but turned into a wisp of dark blue mist in the steaming air, as if even the elemental force itself was bowing down to this ancient god.

If the pressure from the Fatui's first "Captain" is like the brute force of a giant snow bear crushing a skull, then FAMAS's power is like facing the scorching sun.

When molten golden afterimages lingered on Pantalone's retina and the air between his lungs was filled with the smell of sulfur, he finally understood how insignificant life was in the face of celestial laws.

"You didn't come to me specifically to test the fire resistance of the Northland Bank, did you?"

Fortunately, the test was only fleeting. Famas retracted all his momentum and leaned back against the chest of drawers that was emitting smoke.

"Oh, and you're monitoring Wendy and me?"

Facing Famas's questioning, Pantalone straightened his slightly crooked glasses and a smile reappeared on his face.

"In fact...your spending records are more accurate than any tracking technology."

The rich man waved the account book with gold patterns on it in his hand towards Famas, and the papers looked like white doves flying between his fingers.

"I wonder if you still remember the pocket money given by Northland Bank."

"Since you took the money, you and Lord Fengshen have used millions of Moras to feed Liyue snack stalls and bought futures of Wanmintang's chili sauce. Recently, even three bowls of wine that cannot be passed have caused stock price fluctuations..."

"Do you know how many vendors come to exchange your receipts for money every day? Now Andre gets sudden palpitations when he sees the candied haws vendors."

After hearing what Pantalone said, Famas was slightly startled, and then blinked.

In the ancient covenant of the continent of Teyvat, every Mora in circulation is the blood and flesh of the Rock God. For a demon like Famas who was once defeated by Morax, these metals are not only currency but also the projection of his enemy's broken godhood in the mortal world.

Holding Mora in your hands is like holding the flesh and blood of your enemy.

Perhaps the pleasure of killing a powerful enemy is indeed fascinating, but FAMAS is not so perverted as to play with the flesh and blood of his old enemy in his hands.

So when the bag of money from the Northland Bank was handed to him, Famas spent the money casually.

He asked the owner of the sugar painting stall in Chihuyan to melt three pounds of wheat sugar to cast the paintings, asked the craftsmen in Xiguju to string the largest-value Mora into wind chimes, and even threw a whole bag of wealth made of the flesh and blood of the Rock God into the storyteller's gong.

In Paimon's words, this guy FAMAS really has a grudge against money.

Of course, while Famas and Wendy were squandering money in and around Liyue Harbor, Paimon and the Traveler were working tirelessly on the daily commissions of the Adventurer's Association, hoping to raise enough money to go to Inazuma. (End of this chapter)