Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

The streets of Chihuyan are bathed in warm yellow lanterns, and the wine flags of "Three Bowls but Not More Than Hong Kong" rustle in the night breeze.

The travelers and their group quickly got rid of the Thousand Rocks Army's pursuit and blockade, and walked proudly on the streets.

Famas fiddled with the dried Jueyun peppers in the bamboo baskets of the street vendors, Wendy's fingertips tapped out a light tune on the edge of the wine jar, and Zhongli, with Tok, always kept five steps away from the others.

Ever since the two of them took Tok to set off fireworks just now, Zhongli was afraid that their lazy habits would affect the little boy, so he held Tok's hand and walked behind with Paimon.

Famas folded his arms and took two steps forward. The moonlight cast the strands of hair on his forehead into silver.

"So, you really want to help Ningguang look after the place tomorrow?"

Although he already knew about the conversation between the Traveler and Zhongli, Famas still patiently listened to the girl's retelling, lazily raising one eyebrow.

"Well, I'd also like to know what Pantalone is going to do."

The traveler nodded, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the colorful shells in her skirt pocket.

She and Pantalone had only met a few times, but the other party had made a lot of noise, and this meeting with Tok was obviously not an accident.

The traveler looked back at the little boy led by Zhongli, then lowered his body and moved close to Famas' ear. The fragrance of green grass mixed with neon flowers suddenly came to Famas, and he only felt a warm air flow passing by his ear.

The girl's lips were almost touching the side of his neck.

"And I suspect..." The traveler's voice was as thin as a thread, and the tip of his hair brushed against Famas's protruding Adam's apple. "Pantarone asked you to find Tartaglia, and our encounter with Tok today was also related to his conspiracy."

The traveler did not feel that there was anything wrong with her actions. The reason she was so cautious was naturally to avoid Tok and those spies who were secretly monitoring her.

At the moment the fireworks exploded, the entire dock was as bright as day, and the girl naturally discovered the Liyue aristocratic families and the Fatui's spies. Not only that, she seemed to have seen several strange water marks.

That was actually left behind by Ye Lan because she was unable to retreat in time.

Although he told his subordinates to stay away from FAMAS, Ye Lan still took the initiative to investigate various historical events related to FAMAS, looking for possible weaknesses of the other party.

Although there has been little progress.

Famas tilted his head to distance himself from the traveler, and looked back at Zhongli who was talking incessantly about the history of Liyue, and Tok who was listening attentively.

The interaction between the two was so heartwarming. Paimon, who couldn't join in the conversation, could only imitate Famas and touch the goods in the bamboo basket of a passing vendor. However, he was glared back by the stall owner and had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.

In fact, Famas couldn't figure out what Pantalone's plan was. He needed him to attract the attention of the Fatui, and he had to go in person to participate in an incomprehensible auction.

"There's nothing to worry about. Since you've accepted the commission, just go for it."

Although he guessed that the clues might appear in the auction and the sky lantern, Famas still spread his hands nonchalantly.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

The boy nudged the traveler with his elbow and winked at him.

The traveler was stunned for a moment, then after a little thought, he shook his head.

"No need, I have already discussed it with Xingqiu and Yanbo."

"And for something like this, the fewer people participating, the better, right?"

The girl refused Famas's request to go with him, and when she turned sideways, she accidentally touched the bell hanging on Famas's lower back.

That was a token given to him by the future chef of Wanmin Hall when he met Xiangling in Mondstadt.

The moonlight stretched Famas's shadow long and diagonally, and it shook out a fierce outline on the stone floor. Wendy was squatting by the fence, teasing the sparrows on the eaves. When she heard the sound of the bells, she raised her head and happened to see the traveler tiptoeing to get close to Famas's ear.

The Cecilia flower on the green braid trembled suddenly.

The bard stood up suddenly, but stopped abruptly when he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

He deliberately plucked a series of out-of-tune notes on the xylophone, his knuckles making dull vibrations against the strings.

When the traveler's warm breath brushed against Famas' ears, Wendy finally couldn't hold back. At this moment, Zhongli and Paimon happened to pass by him. Wendy suddenly reached out and grabbed the tassel of Paimon's cloak, and shouted in an exaggerated tone:

"Little Paimon, look! Are there two apples on the eaves over there?"

Paimon was dragged by Wendy and spun in the air. He waved his hand away angrily: "Why did you suddenly... Well, it really is true!"

The elf's attention was instantly attracted by the red fruit. In line with the good habit of taking advantage of others during the journey, Paimon cheered and jumped towards the eaves.

Wendy jumped over and turned around, but when she turned around, she glanced at Famas and the traveler who were still whispering in front of her.

Seeing that the two still did not react, the poet puffed up his cheeks and kicked away the pebbles that had not been cleared on the side of the street.

The stone rolled to Famas' feet with a clang.

When Famas turned around, he saw Wendy sitting on the eaves with her back to them.

The moonlight cast the poet's shadow between the dark green tiles, and the gradient blue-green color at the ends of his hair swayed in the wind, as if about to melt into the skylight.

He held his chin with one hand while gazing at the lights of the myriad homes in Liyue Harbor. With his other hand he plucked Cecilia's petals out of boredom, tossing each piece into the air, letting the wind wrap the broken petals and create a white rain of flowers over Paimon's head.

The traveler was apparently unaware that something was not right with Wendy.

As we all know, the adventurers of Teyvat are famous for being informal. To use Liyue's words, they are probably the children of the rivers and lakes who enjoy taking revenge.

In the howling blizzard on the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, several adventurers who had just met and formed a team yesterday would even huddle in the same tent and hug each other for warmth.

When the biting cold wind freezes the precision instruments into scrap metal, and when the heat of the deep red stone is fleeting, the adventurers obviously don't care about so-called etiquette and dignity.

Of course, such qualities make most adventurers appear very...rough in their daily lives.

They don't care about the cleanliness of their beds, nor do they care too much about personal hygiene. Disarray and sloppiness are almost the norm in their lives. Even Paimon and the travelers, who have always loved cleanliness, only set up a tent to rest when conditions permit. Most of the time, they sleep in the wild.

Whispering in a companion's ear to avoid eavesdropping is a common part of the adventurer's survival rules.

After the traveler finished talking about business in Famas' ear, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Wendy and others behind him, and happened to see Paimon who was embarrassing himself, so he ran to the other party in two steps and stopped the emergency food from taking the apple.

Those apple chunks are food that street vendors feed to birds.

And Famas walked under the eaves at some point, his blood-red pupils fixed on Wendy's trembling eyelashes.

He was too familiar with the cunning and dissatisfaction in the other's eyes, so how could he not know what Wendy was thinking.

"Why do I smell sour? Did someone mistakenly make apple cider into apple vinegar?"

Famas smiled and put his arm around Wendy's shoulders, looking like good brothers with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Five hundred years ago you stole all the cider I buried in the ground, how come you didn't mind it being sour?"

Wendy took a gulp of the Liyue rice wine that she had brought from somewhere, her ears were red but she stiffened her neck, pretending nothing had happened. (End of this chapter)