Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The traveler's question had just been answered when a lazy yet penetrating voice came from the corner of the cabin, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction at being ignored.

"Hey Hey hey……"

Beidou stopped wiping the heavy sword, flipped his wrist, and with a snap, placed the massive sword firmly against the bedside.

She crossed her arms, leaned against the edge of the bed, and a half-smile curved her lips. Her crimson eyes, the same as Ningguang's, swept over everyone present.

"Distinguished guests, great heroes, you've been chatting so enthusiastically for so long, from the Thousand Rock Army to Night Orchid, your plan is so meticulously planned..."

"Now, do you remember that this ship is called Death Star, and that there's a captain standing here?"

Upon hearing this, Ningguang gracefully raised her hand to cover her lips, letting out a barely audible sigh. She then turned to the Traveler, a helpless yet tolerant smile on her face.
"It was my oversight. I was so focused on discussing matters within Liyue Harbor that I forgot to introduce you to the true owner of this ship, the Death Star."

She gestured to the figure in the corner, "This is the renowned 'Dragon King of the Seas,' the leader of the Southern Cross Fleet, Captain Beidou."

"what!"

Beidou laughed heartily, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds, his previous dissatisfaction instantly replaced by his cheerful disposition.

She strode forward, her gaze intently scrutinizing the traveler.

"The title 'Dragon King of the Sea' is merely a compliment from my friends in the martial world. As for you, Traveler, I've long heard of your great reputation! Meeting you today, I can see that you truly possess extraordinary bearing and live up to your name!"

Beidou's hand landed heavily on the traveler's shoulder, the force carrying the refreshing quality of the sea breeze, neither overly intimate nor distant.

"You are welcome to visit my ship, the Dead Star, anytime. If you have any questions about matters at sea, just come to me, Beidou!"

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Ningguang beside her, her smile deepening: "Ningguang's friend is naturally my friend, Beidou's friend!"

"Wow! Really?"

"Captain Beidou, you're too easy to talk to!"

Paimon excitedly spun around in the air.

Although the traveler was a little embarrassed by the compliments, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

With this promise from Beidou, their route to Inazuma seems to have been completely paved.

"Heading to Inazuma..."

But the traveler's smile froze as he thought of the word, and a forgotten figure suddenly popped into his mind.

"Oops!"

The girl cried out in a low voice, her tone full of frustration and urgency, "Famas, we left him at the dock."

The traveler hurriedly turned to Ningguang and Zhongli, explaining quickly, "Miss Ningguang, Mr. Zhongli, Famas was originally with us looking for Pantalone, but the situation was too urgent, and Paimon and I were only focused on chasing after him, so we completely forgot about him."

"Famas came along too?"

Almost simultaneously, Ningguang's elegant eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, while a faint hint of surprise flashed across Zhongli's calm, amber eyes. Both of them subconsciously frowned.

Ningguang quickly calculated in her mind: that unpredictable and elusive young demon god had also been involved in this matter. What was his purpose, and what was his stance?

Zhongli's thoughts were more straightforward. Based on his understanding of Famas, this former colleague often acted in unexpected ways. At this moment, he was following the Travelers in Liyue Harbor in search of Pantarone, probably mostly just looking for fun.

A brief silence fell over the cabin, the atmosphere subtly heavy due to the unexpected name.

Ningguang pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the traveler's anxious face, before finally making a decision, his voice regaining its usual calm:
"Now that things have come to this, the most urgent task is to deal with the crisis in Pantalone. As for Famas, we can talk to him after this matter is settled."

Ningguang's tone was somewhat reassuring, yet it also contained an undeniable sense of proportion.

Standing to the side, Beidou keenly noticed the solemn expression that Ningguang and Zhongli instantly revealed.

Although she was filled with curiosity about Famas, the one who could make both Tianquan Star and this Minister Yuanbo change color, her captain's intuition told her that this was not the right time to pry. Beidou wisely crossed her arms, moved closer to the porthole, concealed her inquisitive gaze, and wisely chose silence.

Shortly after the travelers boarded the deck of the Darkstar, the forgotten Famas quietly arrived at the South Wharf of Liyue Harbor.

Unlike the traveler's arduous journey seeking help from BeiDou, FAMAS had a much simpler way of locating Pantalone.

However, before he could unleash his divine power, a figure emerged silently from the shadows of the piled-up cargo containers at the dock, like a viscous ink stain.

He was a man dressed in the uniform of a debt collector from the Fools, his hood pulled low, exuding a cold aura.

He bowed slightly, his voice hoarse yet clear:

"Lord Famas."

The debt collector spoke respectfully, yet with a steely coldness.

"By order of Lord Pantalone, we respectfully invite you to come aboard for a discussion."

Famas raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a playful smile of interest.

"Oh?"

The young man gave a soft snort, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Lead the way."

FAMAS followed the silent debt collector and boarded the "Yermark," which was moored not far away and bore the coat of arms of the Winter Solstice.

As soon as you board the ship, a suffocating and cold atmosphere hits you.

It was a world apart from the bustling, sea-smelling noise on the Death Star.

The deck of the Yermak was almost deathly empty, with only two or three debt collectors patrolling in the shadows like steel sculptures. Their cold gazes swept over FAMAS without any emotion, as if they were looking at a dead object.

The entire merchant ship resembled a lurking iron beast in the shadows, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

Led by the debt collectors, FAMAS passed through the dark cabin passageway and finally stopped in front of a heavy, carved wooden door.

The door opened silently, revealing an even more luxurious captain's cabin inside.

Pantalone sat upright in the large captain's chair, his back to the huge porthole, the dim light streaming in from the window outlining his slender figure.

He was casually toying with a gleaming gold Mora coin in his hand, the coin twirling and leaping deftly between his slender fingers, reflecting a cold metallic sheen.

Hearing the noise, Pantalone slowly raised his eyes, his gaze behind his glasses landing precisely on Famas as he walked in.

"Hey, big banker, you seem pretty relaxed?"

FAMAS walked over to a comfortable armchair opposite Pantalone as casually as if he were entering his own living room, and sat down with his legs crossed.

"The Liyue Seven Stars have probably already set off to find you. How can you still be playing with gold here?"

Famas slightly raised his chin and tapped the Mora in Pantalone's hand. "Are you waiting here for the Thousand Rock Army to knock on the door? Or are you waiting for the Traveler to charge in with his sword? Why don't you hurry up and pack your bags and run?"

Pantalone, upon hearing this, was not annoyed at all; instead, he chuckled softly.

He held the leaping Mora firmly in his palm, his well-defined fingers gently stroking the edge of the coin. Through his glasses, his gaze held an all-knowing composure as he looked at Famas.

"It is indeed time to leave."

The banker's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his voice as gentle as ever, yet carrying a hint of cold certainty.

“But wasn’t I waiting for you, Lord Famas?” (End of Chapter)