Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The market in Liyue Harbor is like a flowing gilded scroll, spreading day and night in the streets and alleys intersecting Feiyunpo and Chihuyan, and the thousands of sails at the dock rise and fall like migratory birds.

The Xumi scholar squeezed through the crowd carrying bundles of star mushrooms and clover, and the Inazuma wanderer stumbled onto the boat carrying a tea cabinet made by Lei Yingmu.

Mechanical clocks from Fontaine and spices from Xumi were stacked in wooden boxes and transported to the distribution warehouse by shirtless boatmen using pulley carts driven by elemental forces.

Between the vermilion lacquered pavilions on both sides of the street market, the neon sign of Mondstadt Winery and the ukiyo-e lanterns of Inazuma Lacquerware Shop complement each other. The merchant Zhidong, wrapped in a sable fur cloak, is bargaining with the Liyue shopkeeper using an abacus. The servant behind him has unfolded the contract, and the notarization of the Ministry of Finance is clearly printed on the paper.

The rock crystal wind chimes hanging on the eaves of "Chunxiang Kiln" suddenly rang, which was a signal that another batch of Fontainebleau artworks had been sold at the auction.

Deep in the bustle of the market, the hot steam rising from the Wanmin Hall steamer, wrapped in the crispy aroma of golden shrimp balls, drifted into the adjacent shipyard. Workers ate Mora meat with scented tea and looked at the keel of a newly launched ocean-going ship with undried black paint still on it.

These steel behemoths, capable of carrying thousands of tons of cargo, will be loaded with Liyue’s porcelain and cargo contracts tomorrow, weaving the trade network forged by Mora to every corner of the Seven Kingdoms.

Although the North Pier was still under repair, Liyue today was a sight that Tok had never seen in the winter.

After the group entered Liyue Harbor, they naturally chose to go to the market where Tiger Rock was being sold.

Ever since part of Feiyunpo's land was affected by the war and entered the reconstruction project, Chihuyan has become the new economic center of Liyue. As a result, land prices have also risen sharply, allowing real estate developers who smelled the business opportunity in advance to make a lot of money.

Wendy stood on tiptoe and picked up a bamboo lamp with a slime pattern on it. The light cast a shadow on the ends of his emerald hair.

"They're really pretty, and not worse than the balloons at the Wind Flower Festival!"

The young poet smiled and threw the portable bamboo lamp to Famas, then pulled him towards the next stall.

Under the green-tiled eaves, a river of lights paved with gold foil meanders. Several mechanical kites fly around the pavilions with colorful flowers in their beaks, and the fragrant breeze raised by their wings is mixed with the sweet aroma of almond tofu.

"Dear guests, please wait!" A girl wearing a Nuo mask suddenly appeared from the side, holding a tray filled with steaming lotus cakes. "Mr. Yun is performing a charity show today. Anyone holding a wooden dice can get some refreshments..."

The shouts were mixed together, and Tok suddenly broke away from the traveler's hand, his little leather boots thudding the bluestone slabs. The child rushed to the stall where a puppet show was being performed, where a rock dragon lizard puppet in a glass cover was fighting a hillock thug puppet.

"I want this too! And the one-eyed little treasure that can breathe fire!" He pointed at the doll and turned back to call the traveler to pay, but he saw Paimon lying in front of the snack stand, unable to move, staring at the cakes kneaded by the sticky cake master and swallowing his saliva.

"Could you please slow down a bit?"

Zhongli squeezed out of the crowd carrying three special snacks from Yunhan Society, and his waist was stained with almond icing that was accidentally spilled by some child.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the traveler squatting beside the storytelling stall. The girl was holding a Mondstadt-style camera, with the camera pointed at the storyteller who was clapping the wake-up stick with a beaming smile. In the background, the gold-embossed opera clip of "Emperor Rock King Conquers Ruta Dragon King" was rustling in the wind.

Suddenly, the sound of tearing silk broke through the air, and Yun Jin's opera voice floated from the roof of the Yunhan Society.

Everyone looked up and saw colorful smoke rising from the vermilion lacquered stage. Broken jade necklaces flowed along with the tip of Mr. Yun's gun, turning the entire stage into a golden color.

While Tok was jumping with the Fontaine-style mechanical doll in his hand, Wendy was standing on tiptoe to put rainbow flowers in Famas' hair. The wind element flowing through her fingertips dyed the petals into rainbow colors.

"Don't move, don't move. There are petals of glass lilies falling on your head."

Wendy suppressed her laughter and held down the god of war wearing a colorful flower on his head. Suddenly, she turned her palm over to show him. In the poet's palm was an orange man made of sugar thread. "Look! I just learned it from the sugar painting master. Does it look like you?"

Famas sneered and slapped his hand away, but his ears turned red: "It's just so-so, Liyue's sugar can't stand the heat..." Before he finished speaking, Wendy bit the candy man between his teeth and tiptoed towards Famas' face. The amber candy crumbs shone on his lips: "Really? Then how about trying to see when it will melt?"

Zhongli watched the interaction between the two gods expressionlessly. Fortunately, the Traveler and Paimon's attention was still on the flying kites in the sky and Mr. Yun's opera voice, and they did not notice the ambiguous atmosphere around them at all.

Only Tok came running with a sugar painting and an arm full of toys, and bumped into Famas' waist.

Wendy took half a step forward, and at the moment when their hair intertwined, the sugar painting in the child's hand just reflected their overlapping shadows.

In the crowded market, the actions of Famas and Venti attracted almost no attention from anyone except Zhongli, but even if someone from Liyue saw it, they probably wouldn't say much.

After all, the port city has attracted a large number of foreign merchants to settle and trade here because of its strong inclusiveness and superior geographical location.

"My brother never mentioned these things in his letters..."

Tok held the rock dragon lizard candy painting and murmured, his blue eyes shining in the golden rain.

Having successfully verified that the temperature of the mouth was enough to melt the sugar painting, Famas interlocked his fingers between Wendy's fingers and also looked up at the ancient formation on the top of Tianheng Mountain, with fleeting glimpses of light dancing in his red eyes.

The remnants of the demons that had been nailed into the earth veins by rock spears now turned into starlight, blending in with the lights of thousands of homes and gently looking down at the world.

Zhongli took Tok, and Famas took Venti, and the four of them continued to walk deeper into the market, completely unaware that the Traveler and Paimon had been left behind.

By the time Paimon, holding sticky cake in his hand, squeezed out from the snack stall, Zhongli and Famas, who were supposed to stop in front of the sugar painting stall, had already disappeared in the bustling crowd.

"Oh no! Where are Famas and the others?"

Paimon flew into the air and turned around for a long time. After he found that the few people were nowhere to be found, even the cake in his hand didn't smell so good anymore.

The traveler also stood on tiptoe to look around, but there was nothing to be seen on the street except the tourists and merchants who were shoulder to shoulder. Even the occasional elemental power left in Zhongli and Famas was dispersed by the dense crowds.

"Isn't it your fault that you insisted on buying a third serving of salt and pepper Tianheng snail skewers?"

The traveler curled his lips, and Paimon was spinning in the air in a hurry, with some star-like light particles also overflowing from the ends of his hair.

But the girl was obviously not as anxious as Paimon imagined. Instead, she bit the last piece of snail meat on the skewer into her mouth and pointed in the direction of the South Pier Shipyard:

"Mr. Zhongli reminded us before we entered the market that if we accidentally got separated, we should gather in front of the shipyard at the pier."

"You were so busy counting the morras in the bag that you didn't pay attention."

The girl casually threw the bamboo stick into the trash can, and Paimon touched the back of his head embarrassedly after hearing this.

"Yes, really?"

"Then let's catch up!"

Paimon grabbed the ribbon behind the traveler and rushed forward, but soon the two women stopped because of a strange quarrel in the market. (End of this chapter)