Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Block off the three surrounding streets!"

The roar of the coach Feng Yan was distorted by the heat wave. The dark heavy armor of the Qianyan Army glowed copper-green under the firelight. The soldiers formed a human wall with twenty people in a square formation to disperse the people who came to the main entrance of the Northland Bank to watch the excitement.

Ever since the war at Jiaoyang Liegang, the Qianyan Army, which originally wore leather armor, was forced by Fengyan to wear heavy armor. Even the Qianyan Army patrolling the streets on a daily basis were fully armed.

At this moment, the debt collectors of the Fatui were busy rescuing all kinds of top-secret information from the Silver North Bank. The copper bell on the top of the Eight Treasures Pagoda rang without wind, and the sound reached the Chihuyan store run by Minghua Money House. The accountant wearing a one-eyed glasses laughed wildly and wrote the hexagram of "Fire Overcoming Metal" on the back of the account book.

The Yuehai Pavilion where Ningguang was located happened to be facing the burning Northland Bank, and the glazed screen cut the fire into diamond-shaped spots of light.

Tian Quanxing leaned on the couch, his gilded pipe drawing a fiery trajectory behind the carved window lattice. His fingertips hovered above a flickering light, and three black pieces fell from his fingers onto the sand table, with the sound of broken jade falling into a cold pond.

Sitting on the second-floor terrace of the Yanshang Teahouse, Ye Lan lowered her eyes to look at the floating ashes in the teacup. When a burning piece of writing hit the window paper, she gently blew away the rising smoke. Through the gap in the curtain, the cold light of the evil eye on the waist of the debt collector flashed faintly.

Just as Liyue Harbor was in turmoil due to a fire, Famas, the culprit, had quickly evacuated the fire scene and walked quickly towards the Heyu Teahouse across the street from the bank.

In the corridor on the second floor of the teahouse, Famas found the traveler leaning against the carved wooden railing with a frown on her face. Beside her, Paimon was staring with his round eyes, constantly scanning the Thousand Rocks Army running in the street.

Tok seemed to be walking back and forth anxiously, holding a toy he found from somewhere in his hand.

After seeing the appearance of FAMAS, the Traveler's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and Paimon patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Famous! I'm so glad you're okay!"

The little white elf fluttered into the air, but suddenly fell silent when its eyes met the direction of Northland Bank.

The thick smoke rising into the sky dyed the afternoon in Liyue Harbor an eerie crimson-purple color. Flames licked the blue-tiled dome, melting the intricately carved auspicious beast patterns into boiling molten iron lava.

The traveler's throat tightened slightly at this moment, and he couldn't help feeling guilty and nervous.

Her original intention was just to expose the debt lie woven by the Ninth Executive Officer, but who could have expected that FAMAS would directly start the fire.

The burning Northland Bank has caused the situation to completely get out of control. Yingmei seems to have seen her and Paimon's names written on the Fatui's killing order.

"Brother Farmas!"

The one who was most excited to see the young man appear was not the Traveler and Paimon, but the frightened Tok.

The little boy's knuckles turned white as he clutched the transforming mecha toy. His fluffy curly hair was stuck to his forehead by sweat. He staggered and grabbed the corner of FAMAS's clothes. The uneasy fire outside the window danced in his azure eyes:

“Uncle Cheapskate and Grandpa Russell…are they still in the fire? Will they be choked by the black smoke?”

The travelers had deliberately avoided mentioning Tok's presence during their earlier conversation. The ignorant children had no idea that the raging flames rising from the Northland Bank were ignited by the red-eyed boy in front of them.

As the little boy clutched the corner of his clothes and timidly asked about Pantalone and Russell's recent situation, his glass-like blue eyes flickered in the firelight.

Such an innocent gaze made Famas feel uncomfortable. The boy blinked and tried to say a few words of comfort, but his words were interrupted by a choking child's voice:

"My brother always said that doing business in Liyue is smooth, but Grandpa Puccini told Toke that toy salesmen have to face cruel..."

Halfway through his words, Tok bit his lip and thought hard for a moment, finally retrieving that heavy word from the depths of his memory. When he raised his tearful face and looked at Famas, his eyes, intertwined with hope and grievance, seemed to be able to burn through people's hearts.

"That's right! Business competition!" He raised his little face as if he had discovered a new continent, and his indignant look was like a sparrow defending its nest. "Those bad guys who set the fire must be jealous of Uncle Stingy's business!"

After hearing what Tok said, Yingmei and Paimon looked at FAMAS nervously at the same time.

"They..." Famas suddenly tilted his head and coughed lightly, his red earrings shining brightly in the light, "Don't worry, Tok, I saw them leave safely when I evacuated from the back door." "That's great."

Tok breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, emerald light swirled behind the vermilion columns, and the bard broke through the crowd with the smell of street life. Wendy's feather cloak swept over the threshold of the teahouse corridor, and he climbed up the creaking wooden stairs.

"Finally I found you!"

The young poet leaned against the vermilion carved railing on the second floor and gasped for breath, the ends of his braids still stained with pine needles from Mount Tianheng.

But when his emerald eyes reflected the surging red flames of the Northland Bank, he suddenly tiptoed closer to the fire, the wind element wrapped around his fingertips gleaming cunningly:

"Oh my, this fire is even more lively than the bonfire at the Wind Flower Festival."

Just as Paimon was about to speak, the Traveler stopped her, but there was still an expression on his face that seemed as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant.

They wanted to ask about the secret conversation between Famas and Pantalone, but Tok was pulling on the tassel of Wendy's cape and asking:

"Big green brother, have you found my brother? Is he preparing some awesome toys?"

Wendy turned and nodded, her emerald feather earrings swaying gently in the heat across the covered bridge.

Although I don't know how the Northland Bank caught fire, considering FAMAS's behavior after entering the bank and his current nonchalant look, it is not difficult to guess the cause of the fire.

"Yeah, of course~"

Wendy's long tail tune startled the copper bells on the eaves, which vibrated into clear and crisp sounds, and the emerald green feathers left a trail of light in the twilight.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the sound in the wind should come from your brother... Let's set off first, otherwise we won't be able to catch up before dark."

"Great!"

Tok cheered and jumped forward, his little leather boots squeaking on the wooden boards, and the doll in his arms swaying with his movements.

Before leaving, Wendy looked back unnoticeably, her emerald pupils swept across the traveler and Famas, and her long eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow in the twilight.

The mountain wind suddenly blew, blowing dandelions across everyone's sleeves. When the dust settled, the poet and the child had disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey! Famas! What did that bad guy Pantalone tell you?"

When Wendy's figure turned the corner of the stairs, Paimon rushed to Famas impatiently and asked, with flames of curiosity dancing in his starry eyes.

She understood Wendy's eyes. She was obviously leaving them room to talk.

The traveler was equally curious, but Famas simply stood with his arms folded, and for the first time ever, he avoided looking at Paimon. His gilded eyes reflected the dusk rising from the top of Mount Tianheng:

"Pantaronne just asked me to find Tartaglia."

"Huh?" Emergency Food tilted its head, looking very suspicious, and quickly moved closer and stopped in front of Famas' nose.

"Is it really that simple?"

But before Paimon could ask clearly, the traveler found that Wendy's cloak was gradually disappearing at the end of the long street, so he had to hurriedly drag Paimon and Famas to follow behind, and Paimon kept asking questions on the way. (End of this chapter)