Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

There is a saying in Liyue: If you take something from someone, you will be grateful; if you eat something from someone, you will be soft-hearted.

All of Famas and Wendy's recent expenses in Liyue Harbor were reimbursed by the Northland Bank, and Pantalone simply inferred the whereabouts of the two from their spending records, which does not seem to be unforgivable.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Famas coughed lightly and tapped the surface of the chest with his knuckles. The crisp sound interrupted the previous topic.

At this time, Pantalone stood up and walked to the stained glass window. His gilded cufflinks shone coldly in the moonlight. The carved glass window made a slight friction sound. The salty sea breeze brought the peppery fragrance of Wanmin Hall into the room.

“You should know,” the banker stared at the harbor lined with thousands of ships, his Adam’s apple rolling under his silk scarf, “Ever since the Northland Bank funded the war in the Sunshine Rift Harbor, Ningguang has been monitoring the bank’s movements day and night.”

Pantalone talked about the Northern Bank's support for the FAMAS war, without mentioning the vortex demon Ocell released by Tartaglia, or the Fatui's attack on the Jade Pavilion.

"Therefore, the capital flow of the Liyue branch has been almost completely blocked. If this continues, Zhidong's layout in Liyue will fail."

Pantalone sighed in frustration, while FAMAS tilted his head with a puzzled expression. The flickering flames in his red eyes overlapped with the dim lights of the port:

"So? Do you want me to rush into Yuehai Pavilion and get rid of Ningguang for you?"

After hearing what Famas said, the banker shook his head and slowly smoothed the wrinkles on his cuffs, his crystal lenses flashing a cold light.

"Of course not. All I need is chaos." Pantalone tapped the window frame lightly with his fingers, his tone bewitching. "As long as you can create some noise in Liyue and attract Ningguang's attention, we can take the opportunity to avoid her eyes and ears and do what the Fatui should do."

Pantalone's Adam's apple rolled under his frosted scarf, but his voice was as steady as the surface of a frozen lake.

"Especially if you, Lord Fengshen, and the traveler act at the same time, the General Affairs Department's spies will have to take at least half of their manpower."

"I believe you have already discovered the rats hiding outside the Northland Bank..."

The big banker's explanation was straightforward enough, and Farmas understood what he was asked to do.

If a traveler were here, he would surely be amazed at how thoughtful Pantalone was. From the moment she arrived at the Adventurer's Guild to accept the commission in the morning, the whereabouts of everyone were under the control of the rich man. Even Tok's search for his brother was just a part of his plan.

"So, you know where Tartaglia is hiding?"

Famas suddenly asked, causing Pantalone to grin and lower his eyes.

"No, of course I don't know." When mentioning the name of the last executive officer, Pantalone still smiled, but the gritted teeth in his tone could not be concealed.

"Tadalia has been missing since the war ended. Believe me, I am more eager to find him than you are."

The gilded heater, a specialty of Liyue, was not to be outdone and was emitting sparks. The crackling sound of the flames in the stove licking the fragrant wood and the sea breeze seeping in from the window collided with the carved window lattices, making a humming sound similar to the trembling of a guitar string.

"Okay, isn't it just about bringing Tok to cause trouble in Liyue Harbor? I agree to this!"

Famas nodded in agreement, causing Pantalone to tilt his head in confusion. His gold-rimmed glasses slid down half an inch, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly behind the lenses: "That couldn't be better..."

"What conditions?"

Just as Pantalone nodded and was about to confirm the details, Famas suddenly leaned over and leaned his elbows on the sandalwood table piled with contract documents.

"Are there any conditions?"

The banker adjusted his glasses, and a cold light flashed on his jade ring. He knew the other party would not agree so easily.

"If we don't discuss some conditions and make it seem fake, will you feel at ease?"

There were cunning flames dancing in Famas's red eyes, and the ornaments hanging from the corners of his clothes made tiny sounds as he moved.

"That makes sense. That makes sense." Pantalone folded his hands, covering the lower half of his face, leaving only his crescent-shaped eyes exposed. The Mora pattern embroidered on his cuffs flickered in the firelight.

"Look at me, I don't have any other skills... I can only help you get rid of a small disease."

A wisp of green smoke rose from the carved copper stove, weaving a hazy curtain between the two of them. After hearing the banker's words, Famas's self-satisfied expression changed slightly, and he crossed his arms with a bit of amusement and disdain:

"I have a heart disease?"

"This person is keeping you awake and worried."

Pantalone spoke with a firm tone, emphasizing the last few words deliberately, and his smile seemed to contain some gloating and cunning.

Outside the window, the sound of a merchant ship's whistle returning to the port startled a group of sparrows sleeping on the eaves of the glazed pavilion.

Seeing the other party so confident, Famas finally frowned.

"Who has the ability to become my worry?"

The banker lowered his ring-covered hands, revealing his white teeth. His pupils reflected the boy's suddenly shrunken red pupils, and he spoke out the name that only a few people knew word by word:

"Akhtar Harpath."

The candle flame in the glass cup suddenly became half an inch smaller.

The moment Pantalone finished speaking, his eyes were covered with extremely rich colors. Famas's face was still beside the chest of drawers, but his real body had already put his nose against the frame of Pantalone's glasses.

Deep in the boy's pupils there surged a red-gold color like molten lava, and every line was shedding fragments of divinity. Those fragments fell on the banker's trembling irises, burning tiny scorch marks.

Pantalone tried to turn the jeweled ring on his hand, but found that his fingertips seemed to be stuck to the table. The calmness that he was proud of was burning with the flames, and the young god's usual laughter was nothing more than a silk cloth sealing the cruel blade.

Famas suddenly blinked.

This action, which should have been innocent, caused the entire room to emit a crisp sound like glass breaking. Pantalone saw his own reflection in those divine eyes, flames climbing up his glasses to his temples, and the earring hanging from his left earlobe melted into liquid gold in the divine power, and he himself seemed to be wailing in the fire.

"This is unlike you, Fuguier." Famas gently adjusted the banker's collar buttons. "I thought you were a cautious person. You can't even bear the gaze of a god, so how dare you casually reveal information you don't know."

Pantalone's lenses finally couldn't bear the strain and burst into spider web patterns. The red divine patterns reflected deep in his pupils were twisting and expanding, like chains crawling out of the abyss, nailing his soul to the spot.

At this moment, Pantalone truly understood why even the Rock King had to use cinnabar to annotate ancient books:

"The God of War's gaze is a sign of divine punishment."

The watch chain in Pantalone's arms swung dangerously between the two of them, and the metal surface reflected the executive's suddenly constricted pupils, and broken laughter seeped out of his burned throat.

Although the situation was so critical, Pantalone's tone did not sound very nervous:

"Ahem... It seems that the Winter Palace's underground veins... contain more than just the past..."

"You are so close to me... Haven't you discovered anything yet?" (End of this chapter)