Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Listening to Pantalone's intermittent words, Famas's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, like two intertwined mountains and rivers. After a moment, he slowly let go of Pantalone, his movements showing a hint of hesitation and caution.

"You are not complete." The flames burning at Famas' fingertips illuminated the banker's body, as if what was flowing in the veins under the other's gorgeous clothes was not blood, but countless flashing Mora symbols.

"There is no soul fluctuation, no thread of fate." The young man suddenly reached out and pinched Pantalone's chin, looking him up and down, "The one sitting in front of me is your "slice", are you still staying in Solstice?"

The banker, whose identity was exposed, smiled with his eyebrows curved, and his tassel earrings seemed to make pleasant tinkling sounds, as if they were playing some kind of ironic music.

"You don't think... ahem... the true body of the Ninth Executive Officer... would personally touch the blade of the power of war?"

In Famas's eyes, Pantalone's elegant face sometimes changed into a handsome young man, sometimes into an old man, and finally remained in its original appearance.

"But you don't have to worry. This is what I looked like when I left Liyue many years ago."

"How I left is how I will return."

The entire office was drenched in blood, the flames in the fireplace turned into a roaring red python, and the antique clock pendulum froze in the moment of screaming.

Behind FAMAS, the shadow of a vast army emerged. The shattered flags and the buzzing of broken blades almost tore through time and space, until Pantalone finished speaking.

Famas raised his hand silently to retract the flames in his palm, and the tyrannical pressure dissipated like the receding tide.

The candlelight flowed into the stained glass windows again, giving the banker a warm golden edge, and all the strange visions disappeared, just like the tide receding, leaving only a calm beach, as if nothing had happened.

If the person in front of FAMAS was Pantalone himself, the boy would have countless ways to make Pantalone voluntarily tell him the news he knew.

But now this is only a partial slice of Pantalone. Even if he is killed, it probably won't have any effect on the real Pantalone.

"It's really the mouse hiding in the hole."

Famas snorted impatiently. At this moment, Pantalone was tidying up the messy table due to the pressure from the gods.

Pale fingers smoothed the last wrinkled page of the contract; the parchment and enamel ruler triggered each other, producing clear sounds like jade chimes. He picked up the scattered wax fragments one by one with silver tweezers, as if he was piecing together the shattered stars of a god in anger.

When Pantalone raised his hand to adjust the loose scarf, hideous burn marks appeared between the silk folds, as if someone had poured molten gold on the swan's neck.

"The balance of this deal is always in your favor." The banker pulled out a pair of new glasses from his dark-patterned inner pocket. The Fatui badge flickered in the shadow of his cuffs. "You just need to help me distract Ningguang, and the news about Miss Akhtar will be delivered to you."

The shadow cast by Famas' brow trembled slightly, as if a crack appeared in the obsidian mask, leaking out the restless magma from deep in the earth.

"Your Queen really tells you everything."

"You dare to use old intelligence as a bet without even realizing your own fate." Famas' words seemed to contain some self-mockery. "Should I praise the courage of the Northland Bank or pity the blindness of the gambler?"

Pantalone picked up the fallen cane, his knuckles hanging half an inch above the handle, the slight stagnation as brief as the ripples caused by the tail of a fish swimming on the ice.

"Risk and reward have always been twins." He finally pressed his thumb on the metal with residual warmth. The deep red spread along the gold lines, just like a neon flower blooming in the snow.

"Look, isn't the spindle of fate spinning at my fingertips right now?"

After Famas and Pantarone confirmed the details of the transaction, there was a knock on the door outside the study at the right time, as if it had been rehearsed.

"Come in." Pantalone only tidied up the nearby debris, and the bookcase display shelves a little further away were still tilted, but the banker did not care. Instead, he let the person knocking on the door come in directly, causing Famas to turn around and take a deep look at the calm executive.

"Excuse me, Mr. Farmas."

The one who knocked on the door was the butler Russell. He seemed to have anticipated the chaos in the room. He used the tip of his shoe to accurately avoid the mess on the floor. He nodded to Famas first, then bowed his head to report to Pantalone:

"Sir, there's something wrong with the traveler downstairs... I'm afraid I'd have to trouble you to go down and take a look."

Pantalone's silver chain pocket watch suddenly opened in his palm. The Fatui emblem inlaid on the back of the dial was emitting a hint of chill. He suddenly laughed softly at the mess in the room, and the reflection from the lens cut the elegant curve of his lips.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" When he turned his eyes to Famas, the silver chain moved around his neck as he tilted his head, like a mithril snake entwined around pale skin. "Sir Famas, would you like to join us?"

"of course."

The boy also lifted his leg and stepped over the debris on the ground, followed Pantalone and Russell downstairs, and stepped half a step behind them in their shadows.

And the travelers waiting in the lobby did run into trouble.

After Famas left with Pantalone, Yingmei took Tok to the rest area to wait, and Tok happily told the good sister and Paimon the interesting stories of his distant hometown.

But the bad thing was that Paimon suddenly remembered that when she and the Traveler first arrived in Liyue, she had followed Zhongli to prepare the things needed for the ceremony of sending the immortals. At that time, Mr. Zhongli provided technical guidance and Tartaglia advanced the funds.

Thanks to the careful budgeting of the Traveler and Paimon, there was still a lot of money left from the funds given by Tartaglia. The face value of each gold coin was huge, and Zhongli and Childe both said that the Mora left after purchasing the goods would belong to them.

Now that I'm at the Northland Bank, I can exchange these funds into change.

So, while Tok was resting because he was tired of talking, Paimon couldn't wait to drag the traveler to the bank front desk and find the teller to exchange the large-denomination Mora given by the young master into change.

As a result, Miss Ekaterina's words hit the Traveler and Paimon on the head like a bolt from the blue.

"You mean I owe money to Northland Bank?"

The traveler stared at the bank teller in front of her with wide eyes in disbelief, but Ekaterina's serious expression did not seem to be lying to her.

"But I've never borrowed money from anyone before. Is this a mistake?"

During my long travels in Teyvat, I have always been the only one who has asked others to borrow money from me.

Even if Yingmei was really short of money, she would diligently complete the commissions of the Adventurer's Association, or climb mountains and cross rivers to search for treasure chests all over the mountains. How could she have a debt problem with the Northland Bank?

Ekaterina naturally knew the famous traveler, and seeing that the other party had no clue, she chuckled and nodded.

"According to the contract number LC-7793, you do have an outstanding debt." The receptionist quickly flipped through the traveler's bill, with an impeccable smile on her face. "Do you need me to show you the copy of the contract verified by the Seven Kingdoms?"

The traveler took the loan contract from Ekaterina's hand in a daze. It clearly stated that she had withdrawn 200,000 Mora from the Northland Bank three months ago.

Three months ago?!

The traveler stood there in a daze. If she remembered correctly, she and Paimon did withdraw 200,000 Moras from the second floor of the Northland Bank three months ago. Those Moras were indeed a considerable fortune for a traveler who had just set foot on this strange land. She and Paimon also used those Moras to eat and drink for several meals.

But the traveler clearly remembered that it was a treasure chest? !

Besides, isn't the Northland Bank a bad guy? How can a bad guy ask a good guy for money? (End of this chapter)