Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The afterglow of the setting sun gently falls on the roof of the tiled house, and the tiles sparkle with warm luster under the golden light. A few vines sway gently in the wind, and the green leaves clinging to the fence cast mottled shadows in the setting sun.

"If we hadn't met these people, Tok might have been in danger. Have you thanked them properly?"

The air current caused by Tartaglia's turning around rolled up the fallen leaves, and his sight was accurately locked on the Traveler and FAMAS who were standing with their arms folded three meters away. The fire-attributed God's Eye hanging on the boy's waist was resonating with the broken gun beside the grave, emitting a fine red glow.

"Yeah! Tok knows how to be polite."

The little boy nodded seriously and quickly grabbed Tartaglia's hand, wanting to bring his brother in front of everyone.

At this moment, Paimon suddenly appeared between Dardalia and Tok, with her hands on her waist:

"Did you finally notice us, Brother Ajax?"

"Hahahaha, I'm so sorry. Communication with family should always come first. Please understand."

Tartaglia chuckled and raised his hand to push the orange hair on his forehead back. This action also allowed the traveler to catch a glimpse of the unhealed lightning burn on the side of his neck.

The young executive's boot heels crushed rocks that fell into the mountain stream, creating layers of echoes.

"Also, although we have had some conflicts before, putting aside those issues of stance...don't we get along quite well?"

The water light condensed into the shadow of a blade at his fingertips, and then dissipated in the force with which Tok grabbed his cloak.

But when Tartaglia said this, the desire boiling in his eyes was three times hotter than when the Jade Pavilion fell.

The traveler lowered his eyes and ignored him, instead placing his fingers on the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Haha, I know what you're thinking. Regarding that matter, we are all just chess pieces. As for the victory or defeat of the game and the work of cleaning up the chessboard... leave it to those who are playing against each other."

The light leaking through the window lattice was obscured by the shadows. When the breeze blew through the door frame, the bronze wind chimes on the eaves suddenly stopped.

Tartaglia raised his voice as if he hadn't noticed, and smiled: "What I really care about is only the outcome of the battle between us."

"Why, do you want to lose again?"

The Traveler had already gripped the hilt of the sword and responded without showing any weakness. The rock element wove a flowing cocoon of light around her, but Tartaglia suddenly flicked her fingers to flick away the water droplets condensed in the air and accurately shattered the old fist mark on the rock pillar thirty steps away.

"Ha, I'm Tartaglia who's getting stronger every second. Please be prepared for a tough fight next time."

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly tense, Paimon's feet floating in the air shook, and there was some tension in his clear voice:

"Hey, you guys want to fight now?"

Tartaglia's red earrings reflected the faint light of Liyue Harbor in the distance. He suddenly knelt on one knee in front of Tok, his cloak hanging down on the bluestone slabs like a dark tide.

The young executive pinched his brother's chubby cheek with his bony fingers, his blue eyes filled with a tenderness like spring water.

“Hahaha… forget it this time.” When he raised his head, the tip of his hair brushed against the edgeless sword on the traveler’s waist. His voice suddenly lowered as his Adam’s apple rolled. “Fighting will teach children bad lessons.”

"Fighting?" Tok's grip on the one-eyed Little Treasure doll's arm suddenly tightened, and a few strands of cotton wool leaked out from the gap. "Is the relationship between brother and good sister not good?"

When the executive officer stood up, the dark-patterned waistband brushed across the back of the traveler's hand, carrying with it the cool scent of northern cedar.

"No, no, how could it be?"

Tartaglia comforted Tok, turned his back to the little boy and winked at everyone, the Eye of God faintly visible under his cloak.

"Let me formally thank you for escorting my brother, young lady." "His safety is of great importance to me."

The medal chain on the executive officer's right shoulder made a slight sound as he bowed.

"Of course, there are also Famas and Venerable Wendy."

As Tartaglia finished speaking, the Traveler and Paimon's attention shifted to Famas and Wendy.

But I don't know when, Famas and Wendy had walked into the inner room of the tile-roofed house.

The young poet sat on a wooden chair with his hands in his pockets, his toes dangling in the air, his eyes moving between the teacup turning between Famas' fingers and Zhongli's lowered brows.

Even outsiders could see that the atmosphere among the three gods was a little awkward, but the parties involved obviously did not think so.

"I didn't expect that Lord Yan would have the leisure to come here for tea. The Seven Stars of Liyue have taken care of all the contracts for you. Now you don't even need to carry Mora with you."

The young man flicked the rim of the empty cup with his fingers, and a crisp buzzing sound spread in the silence.

"I just wonder if you brought enough Mora for your spending before you fled?"

Zhongli put down the celadon cup with a little more force than usual. The dull sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the wooden table was like a rock falling to the ground.

"Since you have already stepped down from your priesthood, there is no need to mention the old honorific title. But this tea..." Zhongli raised his eyes and a cold light flashed in his golden pupils. "If you change it to Winter Fire Water, maybe it will be more suitable for your current mood?"

The two gods were confronting each other. Wendy suddenly leaned over, grabbed the teapot and poured herself tea. Her green sleeves overturned the fruit plate, and the sound of apples rolling onto the table broke the deadlock.

"Oh my, Mond's cider is more thirst-quenching than tea!"

The poet held the teacup and smiled, as if the undercurrent just now was just an illusion.

"One of you gave the Heart of God away as a marriage contract, and the other one waited for the Final Fire to return to its homeland. In this way, doesn't it mean that I am the most dedicated among the Seven Rulers?"

Zhongli raised his eyebrows and was about to retort when he suddenly heard Tartaglia's clear laughter coming from outside, followed by Paimon's angry and noisy noises floating in through the window.

The hand holding the kettle to refill the tea paused, and the boiling water did not splash out of the cup at all.

"Speaking of marriage contracts..." Zhongli glanced at Famas and Wendy with a half-smile, "I heard that you once collected half of the wine from the Munata Winery to build a never-ending wine pool in the palace in order to make someone smile?"

Wendy opened her eyes wide, obviously not expecting Zhongli to know something from such a long time ago, while Famas moved his chair next to the little poet as if to assert his sovereignty and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Why, are you jealous of us?" Famas obviously didn't care about Zhongli's sarcasm about his extravagance, and even raised his chin with some pride, "Well, it's true that we can't talk to people whose wives have died."

FAMAS used his ultimate skill right at Zhongli's face, causing him to remain silent. However, his slightly trembling fingers showed that he was not at peace at the moment.

At this time, the traveler and Tartaglia finally took Tok into the inner room.

Paimon, who always liked to look around, immediately noticed the smile on Famas's face and Wendy's slightly red cheeks. He flew to the boy impatiently and asked curiously:

"Famas, what happened? You are laughing so happily." (End of this chapter)