Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Oh? I have a role in this?"

Famas leaned forward slightly, his tone full of inquiry.

As he spoke, he rudely rolled his crimson eyes and slowly scanned the captain's cabin, which was so luxurious it was almost cold.

From the dark wooden walls inlaid with gold thread, to the intricate nautical charts hanging on the walls, to the valuable but lifeless winter antique in the corner… his gaze finally settled on Pantalone, and he shook his head thoughtfully.

"Rich and noble son."

FAMAS's voice carried a hint of amusement, yet also revealed a degree of seriousness.

"Judging from your posture... it's like you've prepared your coffin long ago, just waiting to lie down in it and close the lid."

FAMAS shrugged and pointed to the empty deck outside the cabin.

"On your Yermak, besides a few debt collectors standing around like shills, there's hardly anyone else around. More importantly..."

Famas paused deliberately, looking directly into the eyes behind the Pantalone lenses.

Where is your ever-present butler?

Pantalone's smile remained unchanged, but the movement of her fingertips caressing the gold coin paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Noticing the brief awkwardness, Famas continued with a confident tone:

"I bet that steward, and all your true confidants, have already been transferred to other ships by you without anyone noticing, haven't they?"

"Or we could simply have them use other methods to bypass Liyue Harbor's surveillance and quietly return to Winter."

FAMAS leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Leaving insignificant people, or even yourself, on this most conspicuous flagship as targets... Pantalone, what are you thinking?"

As Famas finished speaking, Pantalone's applause rang out.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

A crisp round of applause rang out in the empty cabin. The big banker clapped his hands lightly, his face beaming with undisguised approval.

“Excellent, Lord Famas.”

Pantalone nodded. "Just as you predicted, Russell and my core team are on their way home safely, carrying Winter's most important assets, including D'Artagnan's adorable brother Tok."

"The most important asset?"

Famas frowned deeply.

“Almost every aspect of Liyue is under Ningguang’s surveillance… You knew perfectly well that those mountains of Mora could never be taken out of Liyue Harbor, so why did you still choose to leave in such an arrogant way?”

"Even if this body is just a slice, the manufacturing cost wouldn't be low, would it?"

Pantalone did not come to Liyue as an envoy of Winter, but rather to the port city as the owner of the Northern Bank.

Ningguang was wary of Pantarone's status as a Winterborn and the reputation of Liyue's free trade, and was unwilling to take action against Pantarone within Liyue's borders. However, once the other party left Liyue by ship and entered the uncontrolled Cloud Sea, their fate would truly be in the hands of fate.

The fame of the Big Dipper and Southern Cross fleets might not be effective on land, but in the Cloud Sea, they are almost universally known.

The title "Sea Dragon King" is no joke.

However, upon hearing Famas's question, Pantalone's smile deepened, a smile tinged with an almost manic calm, showing no concern for her own safety. "I know."

Pantalone agreed softly, as if stating a simple fact.

“I know that Seven Stars’ eyes have never left me, and Ningguang has seen every step I take clearly. As for those Mora… they were never my goal.”

Pantalone slowly stood up, walked to the huge porthole, turned his back to Famas, and looked at the brightly lit outline of Liyue Harbor outside the window. His voice was deep and clear, carrying an undeniable power.

“I just want Him to see… to let the gods of Liyue, and the seven stars of Liyue high above, see it clearly.”

The banker whirled around, his narrowed eyes behind his glasses staring intently at FAMAS.
“Let them see how I, Pantalone, a mortal without divine favor, can amass wealth that would make even the gods take notice, all through my own mind and hands, under the rules set by the gods.”

"I want all of Liyue... no, all of Teyvat to remember my name, to remember how a mortal stirred up the winds and clouds on the chessboard of the gods, creating a prosperity that even the gods marvel at."

Pantalone slowly approached Famas, his voice resolute and filled with a martyr-like fervor.

"I want to prove that even bound by the rules of the gods, I can create achievements that rival or even surpass those of the gods!"

Famas listened in silence, his brow furrowed, his gaze complex as he scrutinized the banker before him, who seemed to be consumed by some obsession. A brief silence fell over the cabin, broken only by the faint sound of waves crashing outside the window.

at this time.

"Ugh——!"

A deep, long ship's whistle suddenly ripped through the silence, like the roar of a giant beast.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy, metallic vibration came from beneath their feet, and the ship began to rock very slowly, yet unstoppably.

The Yermark, the ship carrying Pantarone's final declaration, finally broke free of its anchor chain and slowly sailed away from the embrace of Liyue Harbor. Outside the porthole, the light and shadow of the harbor began to recede, announcing the official start of a voyage from which there was no turning back.

Inside the cabin, Pantalone's deep voice rang out again, like a boulder thrown into calm water.

"Oh, right, Mr. FAMAS, I forgot to tell you, it's not just the Yermak we're standing on that's leaving port right now."

"This ship has a limited carrying capacity, and there are six other cargo ships fully loaded with my achievements, sailing together into the deep sea."

The banker's lips curled into a cold smile as he lightly tapped the porthole glass with his fingertips, as if sketching an invisible fleet in the void.

"Limited load capacity?"

Famas raised an eyebrow, not yet fully understanding the deeper meaning behind the other person's words.

“Of course.” Pantalone turned around, looking directly at FAMAS, his gaze behind his glasses carrying an almost cruel calm. “How could a mere ordinary merchant ship possibly carry four hundred billion Mora?”

"Wait! What did you say? Four hundred billion Mora?!"

The numbers Pantalone uttered instantly tensed Famas's body, which had been slumped in the chair, as if pulled straight by an invisible force.

His crimson pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on Pantalone's face, as if trying to pierce through the lenses to confirm whether the other was making an absurd joke.

The impact of this number was extraordinary. Even with Famas' long life and the knowledge of a demon god, he felt a momentary tremor in his mind, and his knuckles unconsciously tightened around the armrest.

Seemingly pleased to see Famas's surprised expression, Pantalone's vanity was greatly satisfied, and she nodded again in affirmation:
“You heard me right, Lord Famas.”

"To be precise, it's 467 billion Mora, not including the land deeds, property deeds, antiques, paintings, jade, and artifacts that the Liyue people mortgaged..." (End of Chapter)