Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

Famas rubbed Wendy's head. The little poet's hair trembled with his movements. He tilted his head and blinked at Famas. The aroma of wine and the fresh scent of Cecilia's petals blew towards him:

"What are you whispering about that you have to avoid the best bard in the world?"

Seeing that the other party took the initiative to change the subject, Famas did not hide it and told Wendy the news that the traveler was going to the auction alone.

"I see. You are indeed the hero who saved Liyue and Mondstadt~"

Wendy praised the traveler with a long tail tone, and the traveler on the eaves successfully caught Paimon who took the apple piece. The flying partner who was caught did not forget to explain in a hurry:

"Yes, the street singer ordered me to get it!"

Looking at the people in front of him who were in chaos, Zhongli raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and the rock-patterned earrings swayed gently with his breathing.

Although he said that he wanted to see the world after retirement, the chaotic scene now was obviously not the excitement he expected, it could even be said to be noisy.

Wendy seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned around and walked backwards, waving at Zhongli with a smile, with half a petal of a colorful flower that had been blown off by the wind hanging on the brim of her hat:

"Don't be so stern, old man. Toker said that Uncle Zhongli is much more reliable than us big brothers!"

A vein jumped on Zhongli's forehead, and his earring left an afterimage when he turned around. He saw Tok squatting by the bushes, holding a rock crystal butterfly in his hand and gesturing to the moonlight. Only then did he swallow the words of admonishment to the poet back into his throat.

As the night deepened, the lights of Liyue Harbor swayed in the moist sea breeze.

At this time, everyone finally reunited, because they had already passed through Chihuyan Street and reached the end of Feiyunpo.

Further ahead is the North Pier construction site which is under repair.

Famas stopped first, followed by Venti and Zhongli. It was obvious that the gods had a more convenient way of communicating than words. The three gods all knew the traveler's plan for tomorrow, but it was already late at night, and there was still a very important question before everyone.

So where should Tok go to rest up tonight?

Pantalone's conspiracy has not been investigated yet, and the Northland Bank has been burned black, so it is obviously not suitable for Tok to rest. The traveler will probably have to get up early tomorrow, so he can't take Tok to the auction, and Famas and Wendy are even less suitable to take care of the child.

Looking around, the best person to take care of the child is Mr. Zhongli, who has nothing to do after retirement.

The Traveler and Paimon's gazes moved among the few people, and finally stopped on Zhongli, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

Tok was squatting next to the large stones piled up at the construction site. He gently poked the almost translucent rock crystal butterfly in his palm with his fingers, and then gently opened his closed palm.

The rock crystal butterfly flapped its wings, turning into star-like rock light that dissipated into the night. The edge of the butterfly's wings reflected the last of the moonlight, casting tiny spots of light on the tip of his nose, and finally falling onto Tok's empty palm.

"It's getting late. Good sister, Wendy brother, Famas brother, and Uncle Zhongli are going home too, right?"

Tok suddenly raised his head, the ends of his hair still stained with grass seeds that he had just touched when he was crawling through the bushes.

"My brother said that we should not cause trouble to the adults."

"So Tok also has to go back to the Yermak to rest."

Tok raised his head and looked at the people around him with his deep blue eyes. The copper buttons of the winter uniform glowed warmly under the lantern. His unusually sensible words and actions almost froze the traveler in place.

Paimon opened his mouth slightly as he bit the apple piece. The scent of the neon flower suddenly became heavy. Zhongli's index finger hanging by his side curled up unconsciously. Even Famas's finger that was fiddling with the brim of Wendy's hat stopped for a moment.

The lanterns held up by the inn's waiters on bamboo sticks trembled and froze in the night wind, just like everyone's thoughts hanging in the air.

"The hammock on the boat swings back and forth, like lying in a basket made of clouds!"

Tok patted the one-eyed Xiaobao doll hanging on his waist, ran to the traveler, took off his hat, and saluted the traveler like the adults in Haixie Town: "Thank you, my good sister, for helping me find my brother! And to Brother Wendy, Brother Famas, and Uncle Zhongli."

The traveler didn't know how to respond to Tok's thanks. Instead, Wendy brushed aside her braids that were messed up by the sea breeze, accepted Tok's thanks calmly, smiled, half-knelt down, and touched the boy's head:

"Of course, I am the best bard in the world, and our little adventurer is really..." "Deserves praise." Zhongli cut off the poet's long tail tone, and the rock-patterned earrings flashed a golden light when he nodded. He lightly tapped his fingertips, and the grass leaves stained on Tok's hem turned into crystal dust and fell down.

"It is also a must for adventurers to properly place themselves."

"Traveler, could you please take Tok back to the Yermak at the South Pier to rest?"

Without waiting for the traveler to respond, Zhongli spoke first, with a warm smile on his face. The gentle ending of his words was still lingering among the flowers on the eaves, making it impossible for people to refuse.

The Traveler was obviously not good at refusing, so he had to nod and accept Zhongli's proposal. He took Tok's soft little hand and said goodbye to everyone. Little Paimon hurriedly threw down the apple core and followed the Traveler.

"Don't worry, Toke. We will pick you up at the dock tomorrow morning and go find your brother Ajax together."

"If you can't wait, go to the Hall of Rebirth to find Uncle Zhongli."

Before leaving, Famas did not forget to instruct Tok, and emphasized the pronunciation of the words "Uncle Zhongli".

"Okay! Brother Farmas."

Tok turned around and waved vigorously in the direction where Famas was standing, then he walked towards the dock, holding the traveler's hand, stepping on the swaying shadows of lanterns on the ground.

The long street suddenly became quiet.

Wendy leaned against the faded vermilion porch column and played the harp. Dandelion petals came from nowhere and fell on Zhongli Shi's amber-colored collar.

The sound of the night watchman's clapperboard rose from the end of the Yunhan Society's stage. Three figures cast shadows of varying depths in the cooling night fog, like marks of ink that had not yet dried on an ancient scroll.

The lantern on the eaves made Wendy's shadow on the bluestone slab longer and shorter. Famas was leaning on the stone railing with his chin propped up, tapping the carved railing of the covered bridge with his fingertips from time to time.

Zhongli withdrew his gaze from Toke, the subtle fragrance of the neon flower floating in the night breeze: "Since Toke has been properly settled..."

"Is the old man going back to the Hall of Rebirth to rest?"

Wendy interrupted Zhongli and scraped a naughty glissando on the strings with her fingertips.

Of course, in order to avoid being knocked away by Zhongli's punch, the little poet consciously hid behind FAMAS.

"Of course, but before that, I have some questions for you."

Zhongli flicked his sleeves and shook his head, examining the two of them with his deep golden eyes, his ring reflecting tiny starlight in the light.

"Any other questions? Don't you know everything you need to know?"

Hearing that Zhongli had another question to ask, Famas frowned impatiently, grabbed Wendy's wrist and prepared to run away.

What Zhongli wanted to ask were nothing more than some old accounts. After getting the answers, he ridiculed his way of handling the matter, and finally left with a smug and unfathomable look.

Maybe it was okay once in a while, but after dating Zhongli for so long, Famas was tired of such drama.

If the Demon God of Dust, Hagentus, was still alive, Famas would even like to ask her:

"Does your Morax always act like this?"

"Won't he get tired of pretending like this?" (End of this chapter)