Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

"It's a good sister! And Paimon!"

When Tok saw the traveler Paimon appear, he cheered and rushed towards the two of them, with gold powder at the ends of his hair falling as he jumped.

Paimon was dragged by the child's cape and spun around, kicking his legs in the air anxiously:
“Wait wait… Why does Zhongli’s room look like it was bombed by the Ruins Guards?!”

Ying's eyes swept across the charred pages of books, the overturned antique display case, and the smoking antique fragments. She then gritted her teeth and ignored Famas's "Take whatever you like" invitation, and cautiously asked him:

"Should we take Toke to Qingxupu to find his brother?"

She was really afraid that Zhongli would suddenly get angry and throw them all out. Fortunately, Famas's answer was not as outrageous as before:

"Of course, Wendy and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The young man paid no attention to Zhongli's expression. He raised his foot to put out the sparks that came out of the cracks in the floor, and kicked the clay figurine of the emperor covered with cat whiskers graffiti back onto the shaky display cabinet.

Then, the antique shelf that could not bear the weight finally collapsed to the ground.

If you look closely at this moment, you can find that Zhongli's cheeks are slightly bulging, obviously he has clenched his teeth.

When Wendy saw Zhongli and the Traveler coming in, the breeze wrapped around her fingertips automatically dissipated, turning into a wisp of wind that brushed past the Traveler's ears. As the antique shelf collapsed, even her originally drunken state sobered up a bit, and she shook the ink-stained wine pot with a dry laugh:
"How can a poem that witnesses the reunion of a child and his brother be without the blessing of the wind god?"

"Great!"

Hearing that everyone wanted to accompany him to find his brother, Tok nodded excitedly.

The child obviously had no idea what Zhongli's antiques were. He just thought they were fun and novel. But when he mentioned his brother who was far away in Qingxupu, Tok suddenly felt that the toys in his hands were not so interesting anymore.

"Uncle Zhongli and Sister Hutao are going too!?"

Tok began to invite Walnut, whom he had just met, to join him. Because of the previous confusion, the girl had not had time to ask about the resurrection of Famas, and she had no idea who Tok's brother was, but this did not prevent her from agreeing.

Because the 77th head of the Wangsheng Hall is fearless!

But before Hu Tao could nod, Zhongli's steady voice interrupted her:
"The Wangsheng Hall needs to prepare for the Lantern Festival in the near future. We apologize that Mr. Zhong and Master Hu cannot come with us."

The sulking emperor brushed off the crystal powder on his sleeves, and the elemental power of rock quietly repaired the cracks on the antique display cabinet. Just as he was about to raise his leg, his toes accidentally kicked the amber fragments on the ground. The fragment of the Amber Mountain that had been kept for two thousand years happened to roll to Hu Tao's feet.

Hall Master Hu was about to put the pestle in his hand on the bed, but when he heard this, he turned his head abruptly: "Eh? But I clearly..."

"The three hundred resentful souls that the hall master saved at Wuwang Slope last month have not yet been filed," Zhongli said calmly, grabbing Hu Tao by the back of her collar. "Besides, you were away a few days ago, and many documents and bills in the hall are still on the desk. I need your signature to confirm them."

"Mr. Keqing, are you treating me like a child? Can't you also take care of those documents..."

Walnut protested with bared teeth and claws, but Meihuatong glanced guiltily at the mess on the ground.

"That's a pity. It looks like the Master of the Rebirth Hall will have to spend some time with her funeral rules."

Famas raised his eyebrows, seeming to be a little disappointed about Zhongli and Hutao's absence, while Tok's disappointment was even more obvious, and even his glassy blue eyes were misty:

"Are Uncle Zhongli and Sister Hutao really not going together?"

The child tried to invite him again, but Zhongli remained unmoved, obviously having his own plans.

But now the traveler just wants to leave here as quickly as possible.

Half a yellowed page of a book was stuck to the heel of Ying's shoe. She stared at the still smoking fragments of the paperweight under Famas' feet, then looked at Zhongli's gentle yet slightly distant expression, and after exchanging glances with Paimon, she immediately took action.

The girl strode into the room, trying to avoid the debris on the floor. She reached out and grabbed Famas' wrist, and with her other hand she held Wendy's arm. She smiled at Zhongli and raised her voice to drown out the crisp sound of the jade breaking:

"Since Mr. Zhongli has something to do, let's set off for Qingxupu first!" Paimon was smart for once. After seeing the traveler's actions, he quickly flew to Tok, pulled the little boy's sleeve and followed the traveler out of the room.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhongli, don't forget that dress!"

Yingmei pulled Famas and Wendy and staggered out of the house, then suddenly stopped to remind them.

Zhongli's fingertips stroked the remaining barrier patterns on the door frame, and the elemental force of rock flowed along the pillars into the floor tiles, quietly repairing the floor tile relief that had been cracked by the mechanical puppet.

When the thin sunlight from outside fell on the red marks on his eyelids, Mr. Keqing nodded slightly to the girl.

"Once the contract is signed, it must be implemented."

Now it was Famas' turn to be confused. The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back and forth between Ying and Zhongli.

But before he could open his mouth, the cave barrier had dissipated like the tide, and Walnut's angry protest was sealed in the bedroom door that closed again.

The rest of the people hurried through the corridor and came to the hall.

The unique pine needle incense of the Snow Country and the soul-soothing incense of the Hall of the Dead intertwined and entered Famas's nostrils. When he turned around, he found the winter cloak placed on the front desk.

After all, such recognizable clothes are rare in Liyue.

The silver fox fur collar of the Winter Cloak shone coldly in the sun. Famas frowned slightly, and naturally recognized the ownership of the clothes. He also understood more clearly the traveler's previous move to contact Pantalone at the Yujingtai auction house.

But it is strange that the other party brought back personal belongings belonging to an executive of Northland Bank.

Previously, Pantalone had clearly asked him to distract Ningguang's attention, but now he deliberately sent the clothes stained with his own scent to Changsheng Hall.

Given the extent to which the Fatui have infiltrated Liyue's ruling class, Famas absolutely did not believe that the other party would not be able to recognize Zhongli's true identity.

The fact that Zhongli refused to go to Qingxupu at this time is even more worthy of reflection.

Was it because of this cloak that he noticed something was wrong?

Famas originally wanted to stop and check if there was anything fishy about the clothes, but the traveler obviously didn't want to stay in the Hall of Rebirth any longer, so he pushed Famas and Wendy out.

However, seeing that Famas was interested in Pantalone's cloak, Yingmei quickly explained in a few words what happened at the auction, the origin of the clothes, and the dinner that Pantalone had agreed to have with her in the evening.

"A 70 million antique can be given away just like that?"

Famas looked at the confused girl with a subtle expression, put his knuckles on his chin and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Could it be that Pantalone has changed his mind and no longer respects the Emperor, but instead admires you?"

This earth-shattering and outrageous statement successfully shocked the travelers, and even the words of rebuttal were stuck in their throats.

She understood why Zhongli disliked FAMAS so much. His train of thought was so bizarre that it was puzzling.

"Famas!"

The traveler gritted his teeth and held his breath for a long time before he called out the boy's name.

She and the Fatui were not enemies and were jealous of each other, but it could be said that the brave prevailed when they met in a narrow road. Pantalone was even rumored to be a shrewd conspirator. Such a person was so attentive to her, no matter how you looked at it, he must be up to something, right?
"Hey, it's just a joke, don't be angry."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Famas immediately ran towards Qingxupu, while the Traveler clenched his fists, as if he really wanted to punch Famas.

Paimon looked sideways at Wendy in bewilderment, and the little poet spread his hands to show that he was helpless. The two of them then led Tok to follow. (End of this chapter)