Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The traveler nodded slightly, suppressing the subtle ripples in his heart, and sat down as instructed, opposite Pantalone.

The soft velvet feel of the chair back did not bring any relaxation; instead, it made her unconsciously straighten her back a little. Although her gaze was on the exquisite tableware in front of her, her peripheral vision kept an eye on the executive in the main seat.

The girl's fingers, resting on her lap, unconsciously curled up slightly.

In stark contrast to the traveler's caution was Paimon's almost overflowing elation.

As soon as the little one sat down, his bright, sparkling eyes were glued to the table, staring intently at the dazzling array of cold dishes that resembled works of art. His little nose twitched incessantly, as if he were savoring the complex symphony of aromas in the air.

She rubbed her hands together, looking eager and ready to feast, completely unaware of the unseen undercurrents at the table.

"Although this glass pavilion is newly built, thanks to the power of the gods, the chefs and waiters are all the same people."

"I hope you two will be satisfied with the dishes here."

Pantalone's voice rang out at the right moment, his tone relaxed and casual, as if it were just a polite exchange between ordinary friends.

His gaze shifted between the traveler's slightly tense profile and Paimon's undisguised craving, a hint of amusement in his smile behind his glasses.

Pantalone and the traveler did not engage in a deep conversation. The banker casually brought up a few unimportant topics, such as the weather in Liyue or the decorative features of the new Glazed Pavilion, in a calm and indifferent tone, like a warm-up prelude.

The traveler responded briefly and cautiously, each word seemingly carefully considered.

At the same time, the door to the private room slid open silently, and the waiters, like well-trained shadows, filed in one after another, carrying dishes filled with steaming hot food.

The entire process of serving the dishes was so quiet it was almost solemn.

The waiters moved quietly, their movements precise and fluid, without making a sound.

The dishes were served one after another, with wisps of steam rising from the mountains, each dish a delicious and visually appealing hot delicacy.

The steamed pigeon maintained its perfect shape, and the broth was crystal clear; the stir-fried wild boar slices were wok-fried with a wok hei (wok aroma), and the aroma was irresistible; the slow-cooked rock tea-simmered deer tendon was crystal clear; the bamboo shoots and seasonal vegetables were fresh and juicy... The delicacies were laid out one after another on the table, and the aroma instantly became rich and aggressive, almost overpowering the original smoky fragrance.

The waiters moved swiftly, filling the jade cup in front of Pantalone with clear wine, while Paimon and the traveler's cups were filled with specially made fresh sunset juice.

They then retreated silently like the tide, leaving only a faint aroma of food and an increasingly stagnant atmosphere in the air.

Pantalone waited patiently until the last waiter closed the door, cutting off the last sound from the outside world.

His fingertips gently caressed the ring, as if sending a silent signal.

The next moment, Pantalone raised his round eyes again, his smile still gentle, but with an added weight of focus, like a hunter who had finally located his prey.

"All right."

He spoke softly, his voice exceptionally clear in the suddenly quiet private room.

"The dishes are all served, and the wine is poured... So, please enjoy."

His gaze finally settled firmly on the traveler, as if all the previous pleasantries and waiting were merely preparation for this formal opening.

The dishes at Liuli Pavilion are exquisite and delicious, but unfortunately, they are very expensive. In addition, Liyue Harbor has experienced war, and the prices of all kinds of delicacies are soaring.

However, the wealthy man was very generous and ordered a table full of dishes, which allowed the traveler and Paimon to have a delicious and satisfying meal.

The two women didn't exactly wolf down their food, but they weren't exactly elegant either. After all, they spent years adventuring in the wild, and their eating habits were the result of the training they received from the nobles of Yura in Mondstadt.

During the meal, the traveler inadvertently glanced at the wealthy man next to him. Compared to D'Artagna, who was away from home most of the year, this rich merchant Pantalone, who lived a life of luxury in the Winter Country, was clearly much more refined in his manners.

Despite her humble origins, Pantalone had been immersed in the business world for many years and was well-versed in etiquette. During meals, her every gesture exuded the elegance and poise of an upper-class person.

At the dining table, he sat upright, not relaxing at all on the soft stool. When drinking soup, he would only raise his hand to bring the spoon to his lips, and then lower his head to drink slowly. There was not a sound when the cutlery in his hand touched the bowl and plate, which made the traveler pay attention to his eating manners.

She should eat slowly... In front of the enemy, she should maintain the composure befitting a traveler! The traveler slowed down her eating pace, learning to chew slowly and deliberately like the wealthy.

Pantalone seemed to notice the girl's sudden slowing of her eating pace, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"There are only the three of us here, so please feel free to be at ease. I would be very sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay, I get it now……"

The traveler nodded hastily, secretly admiring Pantalone's keen observation skills, and increasingly finding this executor of the Fools quite difficult to deal with.

If Tartaglia and the Lady are the sharp swords in the hands of the Winter Queen, gleaming with a cold light, then the Rich Man gives her the feeling of a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

But what surprised the travelers even more was that Pantalone, the owner of the Northern Bank who possessed mountains of gold and silver and was richer than a country, ate all the food in his bowl and plate clean, leaving not a single thing behind.

There were more than a dozen dishes on the table. Even after Paimon finished eating, there was still a lot left. Pantalone even called the waiters from the Glass Pavilion to pack up all the remaining dishes.

Why are you looking at me like that, traveler?

The rich man held the lunchbox provided by Liuli Pavilion in his hand. Although he was looking down to check the food, he seemed to know that the traveler was watching him.

The traveler and Paimon both shook their heads, and the girl said with a sigh, "I didn't realize you were usually so frugal..."

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, the traveler realized something was amiss. This man, who would even pack up leftovers, had just spent a whopping 70 million Mora to bid on a lamp yesterday.

"Ha... This is not thrift. Every Mora in my hand is the result of my hard work. I will not squander or waste the wealth I have earned."

Pantalone's lenses reflected a cold, white light.

I had long heard that the rich man had an almost obsessive pursuit of Mora, but I never expected that he would be so demanding of himself.

"Rich man!"

Paimon licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, his small body almost floating in front of Pantalone, staring longingly at the exquisite food box that the waiter had just packed up and was preparing to take away.

"Or... you could leave these leftovers for us! If I get hungry later, we can have them as a midnight snack!"

Paimon rubbed his little hands together, his face full of anticipation that he might as well take it, as if the sumptuous meal he had just enjoyed was merely an appetizer.

The traveler's brow twitched slightly; he couldn't bear to watch any longer and yanked the little creature, which was still floating in mid-air and drooling with desire, back to his side.

"Paimon!"

The girl glared at her with exasperation, her sharp gaze almost etching the words "restraint" and "vigilance" into Paimon's mind.

Packing up leftovers in front of the Fools' Enforcers? How could she even think of that!

Pantalone watched this scene, a faint, almost imperceptible hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.

He put down the jade pendant in his hand, a gentle and refined smile curving his lips, his voice as if carefully polished:
“It’s alright. It seems Paimon has a particular fondness for the dishes at New Glazed Pavilion. If you really like them, I can arrange for the seasonal signature dishes to be delivered to your lodgings every day on time.”

"After all, I will be staying in Liyue for a while, and there are many things I will need to rely on you two for."

"Really? That's wonderful! We'll gladly accept your offer!"

Paimon instantly forgot the traveler's warning and happily circled the girl several times, chattering away as he told her their current address.

In her innocent little mind, this was no secret at all.

If the foolish crowd wanted to investigate, wouldn't it be an easy task?
The traveler sighed inwardly, but did not forcibly stop Paimon.

Paimon's idea wasn't wrong; given the Fatui's intelligence network, their residence wasn't exactly a secret. (End of Chapter)