Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

When Tok heard Tartaglia's response, he immediately opened his eyes excitedly.

What came into view was the Traveler who tilted his head in thought, Paimon who was clinging to the edge of Famas's clothes, and Wendy who was smiling beside him.

"what?"

The little boy looked around, and his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a dark red border behind the ruins guard.

That is a unique decoration on my brother's uniform.

"I see you!"

Tok cheered, ran over quickly with his short legs, grabbed Tartaglia's cloak, and was as proud as a victorious little animal.

"Brother is not good at hiding!"

Tartaglia was pulled out by Tok's cloak, and pretended to be surprised when she appeared:

"Oh, were you discovered?"

The young warrior ruffled his brother's hair, and Tok raised his little face and asked expectantly:
"Brother, where is the surprise you mentioned?"

Tartaglia's smile suddenly froze on her face.

"Well..." The executive officer's eyes were vague, and he glanced at the traveler for help. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the back of his neck. The habitual little movement exposed his embarrassment at the moment.

Tartaglia originally planned to make up a random excuse to deal with Tok while fighting with the ruins guards, but he didn't expect that FAMAS would take action and solve all the troubles.

"The surprise is..."

Just as Tartaglia was racking his brains to think of an excuse, FAMAS's voice suddenly rang out.

At some point, the young man had squatted beside Toke, looking at the boy at eye level, his hanging hair glowing metallically under the dim light.

"this."

Famas opened his palm, and one of the three dark red keys lay quietly in his palm. The key was shaped like a dagger, but it was delicate enough to fit a child's palm. The runes on the surface glowed faintly, as if waiting for someone to pick it up.

"This is the key to open the One-Eyed Little Treasure Paradise."

Famas' tone was unusually gentle, even coaxing, "Only the bravest children can get it."

Toke's eyes lit up instantly, and he carefully took the key in his little hand: "Really? Can it summon many one-eyed little treasures?"

"of course."

Famas handed the key handle to Tok, and the child's palm was just enough to hold the handle.

"In the place where the yellow sand is buried, under the dhatus, as long as you find the right position, you can open a door."

When Tartaglia saw FAMAS's actions, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him, but was stopped by the boy's light look.

"Thank you, Brother Farmas!"

Tok innocently played with the key in his hand, completely unaware that this small sword that looked like a toy was related to the fate of a lost ancient country.

The child excitedly waved the key, drew immature sword moves in the air, and then proudly showed it to Tartaglia: "Look, brother, Tok also has a sword!"

Tartaglia looked at his brother's innocent smile and sighed helplessly.

As an executive of the Fatui, he was well aware of the value of this key. Many of the technological achievements of the current Winter Solstice were still closely related to Kanreya.

If he could bring this key back to Solstice and give it to the Clown, maybe he would be promoted, such as being allowed to sit in the eighth seat where Nora is.

But at this moment, Tartaglia could only suppress the complex emotions in his heart, squatted down and exclaimed in cooperation: "Wow, Tok's sword is so handsome!"

Famas watched the interaction between the brothers, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stood up, flipped his wrist, and threw another key to the traveler.

The key drew a dark red track in the air, and the runes on the surface flashed a strange light as it moved.

"These three keys can open the door." Famas' voice was low, and an elusive light flashed in his red pupils.

The traveler caught the key accurately, but felt a burning pain the moment he touched it, as if he was holding a piece of iron just taken out of a furnace. "Now that the surprise has been seen..." Famas clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back, "Does Tok want to visit the factory with One-Eyed Little Treasure?"

Famas leaned forward slightly and gently pointed his finger in Noah's direction.

"Can I let the biggest one-eyed kid play with Tok?"

As he finished speaking, Noah's core suddenly lit up, and dark red energy circuits flowed through the mechanical body like blood vessels, emitting a low hum.

As one of the few remaining lives that could potentially develop into an intelligent machine, Noah quietly watched everything that had just happened. After FAMAS instructed it to hang out with Tok, it stood up again, dragging its heavy mechanical body.

"really?"

Tok's eyes lit up instantly, and he clenched the dagger-shaped key in his little hand, almost jumping up with excitement. But the next second, he seemed to remember something, turned his head and looked at Tartaglia, his little face full of expectation and inquiry.

What else can Tartaglia say?

The young executive sighed helplessly, his eyes sweeping over Noah's huge mechanical body.

The size of this relic guard is indeed astonishing. It is nearly six meters tall when standing. Its steel-cast body is covered with runes of unknown meaning, and each line seems to tell the former glory of Kanreya and Munata.

As the first generation model jointly designed by the two countries, the factory that produced Noah adhered to the concept of "bigger is better" and combined a large amount of steel and mechanical structures into Noah.

In that era when mortals were still using stone tools and knives to cultivate land and cook fire, a war machine like Noah was enough to sweep across any country that was not protected by demons.

"Go ahead." Tartaglia sighed softly, "But listen to Noah and be safe, okay?"

"Yeah!" Tok nodded vigorously, and then ran towards Noah impatiently.

The huge ruins guard slowly leaned down, and its mechanical arms carefully lifted up the boy, its movements incredibly gentle.

"Wow! It's really big!"

Tok sat on Noah's shoulders, and cheers echoed in the empty factory.

Noah's core glowed with a gentle light, as if responding to the child's joy.

After watching Noah and Tok walk away, everyone's attention returned to FAMAS.

"Mr. Farmas," Tartaglia spoke first, a sharp gleam in his dull eyes, "Excuse me for asking, but are you sure there won't be any more out-of-control ruins guards in the factory?"

His main concern was always his brother's safety.

Famas waved his hand lazily.

"Nothing will go wrong with Noah leading the team. It has a high level of authority." The young man paused, smiled and spread his hands, "If you are worried, why don't you just follow and keep an eye on it?"

Tartaglia narrowed his eyes and did not respond.

At this moment, Paimon could no longer hold back, and flew to Famas, grabbed his cape with his little hands, and said in a low voice: "Hey! Famas, this key looks very dangerous... The runes on it seem to be moving!"

Paimon's little face was full of anxiety. The Traveler also came over at the same time, staring at Famas with sharp eyes.

"rest assured."

Famas waved his hand and tried to flick Paimon's forehead with his finger, but the little mascot dodged it swiftly.

"You don't even know where the gate to Kanria is now."

The bullet didn't hit Paimon's head, so Famas shrugged regretfully and glanced at everyone present.

"Besides... who said we should set out right away to do this? Hundreds of years have passed, so there's no need to waste a little time."

Fama's nonchalant attitude left everyone speechless.

In the dim corner of the factory, Wendy still had her arms folded.

The poet's emerald eyes flickered in the shadows, and the smile on his face was still cheerful, but deep in his eyes there was a trace of imperceptible worry. (End of this chapter)