Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

In the main hall of the Hall of Rebirth, a faint scent of herbs was suddenly mixed into the quiet sandalwood.

This strange fragrance quietly permeated and wandered between the ancient wooden beams, which was out of tune with the solemn atmosphere in the hall.

Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the fragrance.

Tok on Tartaglia's back moved slightly, and his furry head rubbed against his brother's shoulder.

This movement slightly loosened the executive officer's uniform that Tartaglia had tied so carefully, and a corner of the medicine bag hidden in the collar slipped out.

The oil paper wrapped in it glowed faintly under the candlelight, and the bluish-gray powder inside could be vaguely seen.

"Well…"

Tok muttered in his sleep, and his little hands unconsciously grabbed Tartaglia's collar.

The young executive froze in place, his movement to put his brother on the armchair stopped abruptly.

He adjusted his posture carefully, for fear of waking up Tok on his back. The usually capable warrior now looked clumsy.

But Zhongli's attention was on the powder bag in Tartaglia's coat pocket.

The elegance of Qingxin flower is mixed with the unique bitterness of glass bag, and the base note also carries the unique cold scent of Yebo stone powder.

Zhongli is very familiar with this recipe.

One night last month, he personally handed the prescription to the Demon-Subduing Great Sage on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn. Every ingredient in the prescription was carefully selected by him.

Qingxin must pick the flower buds that bloom at dawn, the colored glass bags must be picked from the steepest cliffs in Jueyunjian, and even the grinding of the Yebo Stone must be controlled at 49 times.

This recipe is specially formulated to suppress the erosion of the demon residue and is completely different from ordinary healing medicine.

Zhongli frowned slightly. He clearly remembered that he had prepared another prescription for Tartaglia, which used the rainbow flower as the main ingredient and was supplemented with glazed lily. It was specially designed to treat external injuries and replenish qi and blood.

The dosage, medicinal properties and even treatment directions of the two medicines are very different. How could the medicine package that was supposed to be given to Xiao appear on Tartaglia?
"Lord Tartaglia."

The call was neither loud nor soft, but it made the air in the hall freeze. Zhongli walked forward slowly, the corner of his clothes brushing against the table legs, but the dried plum branch on his waist did not move at all, shining warmly under the candlelight.

Upon hearing this, Tartaglia paused for a moment. He carefully took off his coat, placed the sleeping Tok on the armchair, and carefully cushioned the little guy's head with the corner of his clothes.

After doing all this, he took out the wrinkled oil paper bag from the inner bag.

"Well..."

The young executive stroked the edge of the paper bag with his fingertips, and the ends of his orange hair danced in the light.

"Mr. Farmas said this would help with the injury..."

Facing Zhongli's scrutinizing gaze, Tartaglia's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a little hesitation, he confessed the source of the drugs. In order to avoid angering FAMAS, he even softened his tone and added:

"As expected of Mr. Zhongli's stuff, the medicinal effect is indeed very good."

The young executive's submissive look at this moment made him look like a fox with its claws retracted, which made Zhongli couldn't help but sigh.

Who said that Tartaglia is the most heartless executive among the Fatui?

What's with this pretending to be well-behaved look?

Zhongli's eyes moved between the medicine bag and FAMAS, his fingertips unconsciously resting on his elbows, and the fine brocade material was squeezed into several fine folds.

The copper bells hanging in the hall suddenly moved without wind, and the candlelight in the glass lampshade flickered.

Whenever there is any abnormal situation around him, it is definitely related to a restless slime.

The Emperor caught a glimpse of Famas leaning against the carved door frame. The young god grinned at Zhongli, but the curve of his lips was somewhat provocative.

Zhongli thought of the hundred-year-old wine that disappeared from his study a few days ago. At that time, Wendy was sitting on the back of the gorgeous blue dragon with a harp in his arms. The night wind with the aroma of wine blew the tune he played into pieces, but he couldn't hide his gloating laughter. It was probably at the same time that Famas sneaked into his room and took away the powder originally prepared for Xiao?

"Oh my, it seems that our Wangsheng Hall is really prosperous today!"

Hu Tao seemed to feel that the atmosphere in the hall was a little stiff. She suddenly clapped her hands and laughed. Her plum blossom pupils spun around and she slipped in between Famas and Zhongli like a nimble butterfly. The hem of her crimson-purple dress drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Why don't we have a cup of tea first? The tea from Qiaoyingzhuang that I just bought is praised by the old tea drinkers at Heyu Tea House..."

She deliberately dragged out the last word, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Zhongli's ear: "Guest Zhongli, if you frown again, you will get wrinkles."

Mr. Zhong shook his head slightly. It was just a few packets of medicine powder. Although it was a bit troublesome to make, there was no need for him to compete with FAMAS over it.

Zhongli raised his hand to gather the cloak that had fallen off the sleeping Tok, and then turned to Tartaglia:
"In that case, are you okay with your injuries?"

Zhongli's voice was still as clear as the collision of jade, but the ending tone was slightly tense.

Although the prescription stolen by Famas can suppress the erosion of the demon remnants and the abyss, it cannot make up for its own losses. Therefore, in addition to this prescription, Zhongli also prepared a corresponding tonic prescription for Xiao.

The medicinal properties of the two prescriptions complement each other and highlight each other.

And Tartaglia only used a unique method. This matter can be big or small. The most important thing is how the person involved feels now.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

Tartaglia smiled brightly, and the ends of her orange hair swayed slightly in the candlelight, like a dancing flame.

He looked down at Toke who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder, a rare softness flashed in his eyes, and finally he softened his tone with a helpless smile:
"Just... can you ask Mr. Zhongli to look after Tok for a while?" He paused, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Fatui emblem on his sleeve, and lowered his voice a bit, "You know, I'm with the Fatui... it's not convenient for me at the moment."

Zhongli's golden pupils shrank slightly, and the scene of his treasured antiques being smashed by a child flashed through his mind. His fingertips subconsciously tightened, and he almost blurted out words of refusal.

But when he looked up and met Tartaglia's pleading eyes, the words of refusal seemed to be blocked in his throat by some invisible force.

For some unknown reason, Zhongli nodded.

Tartaglia's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Zhongli sighed slightly, then skillfully reached out and took the sleeping Tok from the executor's back. The rock elemental force flowed silently, forming a warm barrier in his palm. He even lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing the child's dream:
"Your job is too dangerous, and it's not appropriate to have family members around you."

"Of course, of course... I will contact a trustworthy ship as soon as possible to send Tok back to Winter."

Tartaglia nodded hurriedly, but her eyes involuntarily fell on Zhongli's actions.

The posture of holding the child was too natural, as if it had been practiced thousands of times, which was obviously not right.

Tartaglia narrowed her eyes slightly.

In his understanding, the Rock God Morax is a decisive and ruthless god of war on the battlefield and the embodiment of contract and order. Logically speaking, he should not know how to raise a child.

Tartaglia obviously didn't know that from Ganyu, the only secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, to Hutao, the head of Wangsheng Hall, from the quiet and introverted to the lively and noisy, in this land of Liyue, what kind of child has Zhongli not taken care of?
However, after Zhongli took Toke, he handed the child to Hu Tao and told her to find a room for Toke to rest.

Walnut caught Toke in a panic, and tried many different postures but none of them seemed right. Finally, she held Toke as if carrying a coffin and hurried to the second floor.

"that…"

Seeing that everything had been taken care of, the traveler who had been watching quietly suddenly spoke up, and Paimon flew to her shoulder.

"Mr. Zhongli, Liyue Harbor is decorated with lights today, and vendors are preparing night lanterns. Is there some kind of celebration?"

The girl glanced out the window and saw brilliant fireworks rising from the direction of Yujingtai, dyeing the night sky into colorful silk.

When Zhongli heard the traveler's question, he tilted his head in confusion, as if wondering why the other party didn't know about this. (End of this chapter)