My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Dartalia, why are you sitting in my safe house and using my things?"

"As expected, you never do anything unprepared. Was this part of your plan?"

As the young master and lady took a deep breath and said this, the young master felt somewhat helpless.

What do you mean by "this was all part of my plan"? I, Tartaglia, only want to enjoy the peaceful life of fighting, but the problem is that enjoying fighting doesn't mean courting death.

Morax's power this time was indeed beyond imagination. If Abedo hadn't saved him at the crucial moment, he would probably be in the Thousand Rock Army's prison by now.

"That's right, everything is going according to plan."

Even if you lose, you can't lose face. Although he was well aware of his own strength, it wasn't wrong for him to be a little arrogant on the surface.

Madam, I've always wanted to see that expression on your face!

Ha, you scheming fellow who's always plotting against people, you've finally met your match.

Looking at the disheveled lady, the gentleman's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He gently swirled the carbonated drink in his glass, watching the performance of the defeated like a victor.

As the young master and lady sat on the sofa she had chosen, sipping their own finest red wine and looking at her with disdain, she silently clenched her fists.

"There's an old saying in Liyue... Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young girl's potential!"

The lady pointed at the young man and said through gritted teeth.

I never expected that I would be the only one to be made a clown in the end. Young master, was everything part of your plan?

The situation is now very clear to the lady; the young master's control over the Liyue Fatui forces is far greater than she imagined.

What truly made her feel threatened was that the young master might have discovered the secrets she had planted here. Damn it, which of her subordinates had betrayed her?

A thorough investigation is necessary; a thorough investigation is absolutely required when you return.

If we don't thoroughly investigate and punish these fools, how can we have a bright future, and where will we find loyal people?

She thought her hiding place had been discovered by the young master, and after a humiliating escape, she barely returned alive to find him leisurely drinking red wine.

The outcome of this battle is quite clear, but the next one may be different, because this time I simply underestimated D'Artagnan.

"Ahem, young lady, well, it seems rather impolite to discuss this, so I won't say any more."

The young master never expected that a lady of her age would still dare to call herself a young girl. But... lady, you've finally met your match.

Unexpectedly, the woman was incredibly bold; she actually built a hideout on her own turf.

This is not just ordinary arrogance; it's utterly disregarding one's own worth.

Chapter 605: High Emotional Intelligence

"Your tone is that of a victor, humph. But as far as I know, Tartaglia, you didn't obtain the Heart of God from the Rock King either."

Looking at Ms. D'Addarja, who was leisurely swirling a glass of red wine on the sofa not far away, Xia Qing said this, while Xia Qing's tone was somewhat casual:

"That was just part of Lord Tartaglia's plan."

ha?

Part of the plan?

He looked at Abedo beside him with surprise in his eyes. What plan? How come he didn't know about it?

"Part of the plan?"

The lady then voiced the young master's question, and Xia Qing calmly explained, "Lord D'Artagnan's loyal subordinates have already begun implementing the next phase of the plan."

Lord Tartaglia already knew about the outcome of the defeat against the Rock King Morax. The reason he's doing this now... well, of course, is to take advantage of the chaos to steal something.

If all the attention is drawn to the Rock King Emperor…

???

The young master's eyes were filled with confusion. Wait, what was he supposed to get? What was his plan? Why did he have no idea?

Could it be that this Tartaglia is someone else, and I am not actually the last son of the Fools' Chief Executive?

The young master was completely unaware of his own plan, while the lady who heard those words immediately looked in his direction.

He smiled slightly at the stare and said confidently, "That's right, everything is going according to plan. It's just that you're jumping around like a clown."

"Oh, wait a minute, you're not entirely useless. At least you managed to keep the Liyue people's attention on you for a little longer."

Although she didn't know what Abedo was planning, she couldn't let her carefully constructed air of sophistication crumble.

Madam, you've finally met your match.

Yes, everything is going according to my plan, Datalia.

This was the thought that Dadalia was not very familiar with the plan, but he was very familiar with the performance itself.

Without some acting skills, one would be unqualified to be the executor responsible for infiltrating and seizing the Heart of God for the Fatui.

The young master maintained a confident and in control expression, while the lady's face darkened as she prepared to turn and leave, only to hear footsteps approaching from above.

It seems the Chiiwa army has already searched this far...

Hearing the footsteps, the lady had no choice but to remain frozen in place. After a while, the footsteps above finally stopped. She glanced at the young master and Ms. Xia Qing and slowly walked towards the sofa on the left.

It was awkward, but standing there for too long wasn't good either.

Ignoring the lady who had just sat down, Xia Qing looked at the young master not far away and thought for a moment before saying:

"The rest of the arrangements are complete. So, Lord Tartaglia, do you have any leads on the Abyss Prophet?"

Upon hearing this, the young master nodded: "I will make arrangements to visit once the situation outside becomes a little safer."

"The power of that Abyss Prophet is undoubtedly key to us obtaining the Heart of Morax."

A prophet of the abyss?

Hearing their conversation, the lady became somewhat curious. Based on the information she had gathered, it seemed that the young master's master had some connection with the Abyss.

The matter of getting involved in the abyss for Her Majesty the Empress's goals is not worth mentioning. There is no need to interfere with what the young master and the others want to do.

The lady did not intend to interfere with them, while Xia Qing casually chatted with the young master and at the same time began to manipulate Morax's puppet to slowly descend.

Upon noticing the landing location, Xia Qing silently complained to herself, "This... is this a home swap?"

"Should I draw a couple of Barbatos in Liyue and Morax in Mondstadt to practice my drawing skills?"

The person currently impersonating Abedo is a clone, and painting is one of Abedo's hobbies.

If I were to do it myself, I'd probably only tarnish Aberdo's reputation.

Let alone Abedo's level, basically anyone who has studied painting even a little bit is better than me.

Yes, this is what would happen if you started drawing without thinking.

Xia Qing thought to herself, "But if I were to learn painting, it shouldn't be too difficult."

I'm actually quite good at manipulating details, after all, creating illusions and collecting concepts using the power of concepts and the power of combination are high-difficulty operations.

Having tried those things for a long time, Xia Qing was quite confident in his control over his power. Meanwhile, in Mondstadt's territory, Morax's body slowly dragged Fischl, who was wrapped in his tail, to a landing.

"Ho ho ho, the condemned princess has landed perfectly!"

Despite being in a late stage of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), Fischl was somewhat excited. Facing the completely unperturbed Fischl, Xia Qing, controlling Morax's body, slowly said:

"Child, how many times have you used that power you call the Anti-Life Equation?"

Upon hearing Morax's words, Fischl gave a direct reply:

"The supreme power of the silent night, capable of shaking heaven and earth, is far beyond the reach of humankind. Even for me, the princess, to control that power of silence is no easy task."

"Ho ho ho, that ultimate dark power, capable of incinerating heaven and earth and turning everything to ashes, is only worthy of my use when facing perfect beings from the future, beings that surpass humanity!"

Fischl Oz, who had just uttered some childish words, suddenly appeared and said, "What you mean is that she can't control that power; she's only used it on Abedo once so far."

Seemingly because of the translation by Oz, the chief translator of "Night Realm Language", Morax nodded and showed a look of understanding.

Morax gave Oz a deep, meaningful look and added:

“Little crow whose name I don’t know, you don’t really need to translate for me. I can understand most of what the Rock King Emperor is saying.”

As expected of the Rock King Emperor, he easily accomplished something that humans could never do!

A glint flashed in Oz's eyes. He became much quieter at this moment, after all, what bad intentions could a little raven possibly have?

Fischl's tone was slightly displeased: "I am the Princess of Judgment, who has traversed countless universes and lived through countless years. Don't call me a child."

And he's not some little raven, his name is Oz, Ozwald Hefnavanis, the King of Night Ravens!

The princess, suffering from severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), remembered certain settings quite well. Xia Qing, noticing the rather long name, looked at Oz and said:

"Interested in making friends with Astrologis Mona Megistus?"

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"Astologis Mona Megistus? Hmph, an interesting name. Perhaps she is worthy of the honor of having an audience with this princess."

Fischl, in the late stages of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), made such a declaration: "Hopeless, hopeless." Xia Qing thought helplessly as he faced Fischl, who had completely transformed into a chuunibyou.

However, I don't think I ever intended to turn Fischl into a normal person. I've never really done anything like forcibly and permanently changing someone's consciousness.

Besides... isn't being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) a cute trait?

Hehe~

Xia Qing, who had been infected with the "slacking off syndrome," thought to himself, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Fischl and said in a guessing tone:

“If I’m not mistaken, your power comes from the Dark Lord of Apokolips, the being known as the Emperor of Judgment in your world.”

It is quite reasonable that the father of the princess who was sentenced to death was the emperor who was sentenced to death (I'm sure of it).

"My father is... the Emperor of Judgment?"

Fischl was shocked and her childishness diminished considerably. She might not believe what others said, but this... this dragon shouldn't have any reason to lie to her, right?

How could the god Yan Wang Di Jun of the neighboring country, whose core values ​​are contracts, possibly do something like deception?

"That's right, your power should originate from the inheritance of your bloodline, or more precisely, the inheritance of your soul's bloodline."

Not the father you perceive in your heart, but the father from your past life, the one known as the Dark Lord.

Looking at Fischl, Xia Qing spoke with certainty, while Fischl hesitated for a moment and muttered to herself, "A past life..."