“Eh? Isn’t Halpas the name of Famas?”

Paimon turned his head curiously to Famas, who was focusing on the painting, and then suddenly exclaimed at the boy as if he had realized some trick.

"Can't it be... the stinky guaranteed person actually secretly gave birth to a child on our back!"

In the corner of the warehouse painting cabinet, the traveler was listening to Mr. Zhongli's introduction with relish, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden out of the distance that came from the distance.

"Pamon, don't talk nonsense..."

Fung girl, who was afraid that the other party would cause trouble, hurried to Paimeng's side, and happened to hear the words of emergency food. She was immediately angry and raised her hand to knock Paimeng's little head.

"What Little Paimon said is not completely wrong."

Before the traveler could finish his words, Famas interrupted the girl's words of blame, and even shook his head to agree with Paramon's guess.

“Hey!!”

It was the turn of Fung Girl to be surprised. The girl blinked her amber eyes and wanted to speak but stopped, which was obviously shocked by Famas's confession.

"When I first picked up Akhta, she was indeed a human cub."

Fortunately, Famas's next explanation made the traveler feel relieved. At this moment, Zhongli also came to everyone, stared at the painting in front of him for a moment, and casually expressed the identity of the painter.

"If expected, Akhta... should be the name of the King's Hand of Munathan?"

Zhongli had no expression on his face, but the golden light in his pupils suddenly shone brightly. The ends of his hair gradually changed to golden brown due to the disordered elemental force, and the golden light of elemental force was slightly shining.

"Not bad." Say

Famas took the opportunity to take down this picture of a thousand years of time, and the records and illustrations that Abedo had shown to the two on the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain were also seen in the minds of the traveler and Paimon.

Plague, curse, mob...that seemed to be an extremely chaotic and bloody time, forming a strange contrast with the slightly cold but orderly machinery in the painting.

"When I picked up Akhta, he was probably only as long as this scroll."

Famas rolled up the scroll-mounted painting and gestured for a moment.

With a comparative heart, Xiao Paimon flew to the scroll, measured his height, and proudly hugged his arms and raised his head.

"Hey, then she is not as tall as me..."

"Indeed, this is the length of Akhta's limbs and tongues being cut off by local residents, and was given to the altar as a sacrifice by the evil god."

Famas glanced at the little mascot, and the seemingly calm words were like a large bucket of ice water, poured onto the smug Paimon's head.

"Ho ho... don't say such a terrible thing in a calm tone!"

Paimon's proud expression froze on his face, and he almost stopped catching it in one breath, flew back to the traveler timidly.

And the Fung girl just frowned slightly, recalling the cruel records told by Abedo.

On the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, she asked about the story of the King's Hand, but Famas refused to tell it without hesitation, and asked her to search on her own during the journey.

"I suspected that Rhinedot just regarded Akhta as the subject of experiment."

Talking about the great sinner who caused the dark disaster, Zhongli coughed lightly, interrupting the young man's story. Famas just glanced at Zhongli, who was full of innocent faces, and began to tell the origin of the painting in his hand.

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"Due to limited technical level, the initial artificial prosthesis is not as good as the original hands and feet of humans, and it is extremely difficult to manipulate."

"Akhta, who has already served as the [Hand of the King], heard from somewhere that practicing painting can help improve control over prosthetic units, so he always likes to carry paint everywhere with paint after work."

"But she would throw the finished paintings into the fire every once in a while, and maybe she thought it was too ugly and shameful."

The boy spread his hands with a little regret, and Pai Meng, who was listening to it, tilted his head and asked, "Well... Then how did this painting be preserved?"

"I am called [the tyrant of flame], and I can't quietly create the illusion of paper being burned."

Famas nodded proudly. Just as he was about to put the painting in his arms, the rock-yellow divine power that protected the painting suddenly lit up, blocking the boy's movements.

Zhongli, who was listening to the story, cleared his throat and explained to Famas with his hands behind his back:

"This painting is a relic of the Lord of the Rebirth Hall of Rebirth Hall, and Rebirth Hall of Rebirth is also part of Liyue."

"The contract stipulates everything except Riyue... so you can't take this painting away."

Hearing Zhongli's words, the smile on Famas's face suddenly disappeared, the soft hair on his head also collapsed, and his eyes were coldly staring at the other party.

"But considering that you know the author of this painting, I will return this painting to you in the next generation."

Zhongli, who had lost the heart of God, seemed to have shed his shackles. He could not talk to Famas in a joking tone, and casually dissipated the divine power that protected the painting.

"Hmph...pretending to show off."
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