While Zhongli and Dadalia were talking outside the house, Famas had already stepped into the messy blue-tiled house.
The boy stood in a dimly lit empty room. Most of the partitions in the room had been broken by fierce fighting. A few surviving wooden bookshelves and exercise equipment stood alone in the room.
The simple tanned boar skin sofa has been cut into several pieces, and the two legs of the living room tea table have disappeared. Dust is stained on the mahogany shelves. The midday sun shines in through the carved window lattice, giving the entire room
Bringing a weird and broken beauty.
"This thing... looks familiar."
Famas slowly walked to the sloping bookshelf and pulled out a large red leather-covered wooden box from the dusty debris. The obsidian-carved buckle was printed with a faded flame pattern, and in the middle
There is also a line of conspicuous text: "Commemoration of the 32nd Munata Martial Arts Conference."
Opening the wooden box, there was a stack of photos and some old sundries inside.
There are two windmills and a bookmark made of dried flowers. The windmills are folded out of paper, one red and one blue. However, they have been put there for a long time and are a little faded. The nails holding them in place are rusty, making it difficult to see.
I don’t think there’s anything here worth putting in a box to treasure.
Famas tentatively picked up the two windmills and blew on them without moving.
The only thing in the box that might be worth some money is a silver wrench. The wrench has a pattern carved with meticulous and exquisite craftsmanship. It can be vaguely seen that it is a young man holding a sword high, but this wrench is too oxidized.
, just seeing what the pattern looks like will already make your eyes dry.
The boy in red hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out the stack of photos.
The top photo is a group photo, it seems to be a family of three, and the background should be near Mondstadt.
The blond woman was wearing a white short skirt and a Mondstadt-specific scarf around her neck, looking curiously at the camera. The bronze-skinned man had short red hair, slicked up defiantly, wearing a thin coat, and hugging the camera.
Looking forward with arms folded, holding a wrench in his right hand.
The one closest to the camera is an immature little girl, smiling happily and holding two windmills in her hands.
From the man's ring, Famas recognized that he should be one of the participants in the martial arts conference that year, and the little girl's light blue hair gave Famas a strange sense of familiarity.
Have you seen this child somewhere?
The boy in red flipped through the photos in confusion. On the back of the faded photo were two lines of familiar ancient Munata text:
"Put away your tears, put on your clothes, and bring your weapons."
"Grow up quickly, my child, and use strength and wisdom to stop the atrocities in the sky."
Famas, who was lost in thought, came back to his senses, and a small figure wearing a mask of fools suddenly flashed in his mind.
"It's the little Thunder Fire Warlock."
In the photo, the little girl overlapped with the little Thunder Fire Warlock that Mond had seen. Famas thought of the child who strengthened the fog light at the Goethe Hotel, but was scolded by the fools and quartermasters. In the end, he helped her attach the light to the light.
Fire elemental power.
The two people in this photo should be the little girl's parents, and the bronze-skinned man is the fighter who just fought Dadalia.
The father from Munata, the mother from Mond, and the child who became the fool.
Mondstadt, Zhidong, Munata, a family of three is really international.
"Resist the atrocities of the sky."
Famas read the text behind the photo carefully, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to Munata in ancient times.
The vast grassland gave birth to the glorious city of Munata. When the surrounding demon gods and tribes were declining, the war city surrounded by volcanoes was still bathed in the grace of the gods.
The sun at noon is extremely dazzling, and the sunlight pours down from the indigo sky. Therefore, the edges of the white marble building are covered with a layer of bright reflection, and the colorful gem-inlaid dome highlights the grandeur of the Munata Arena.<
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The 32nd Martial Arts Conference, known as "The Last Afterglow of the Ancient Kingdom" by later generations, is being held in the arena. Although the war lord Famas did not attend the martial arts conference due to suppressing the riots, the deposed nobles and slave owners
The carnival has begun.
The spectators were clearly divided on both sides of the stands, cheering for their most admired gladiators. The whispers and discussions were all drowned out by the shouts of the fanatical supporters.
The roar and the sound of the wind were left behind, and the enemy's provocative expressions and fist-waving movements turned into stagnant shadows in the field of vision. Only the splashing blood and the pain of being hit could make the young gladiators clearly understand.
Feel that they are still alive.
Due to the increasingly serious plague and curse, Vulcan has announced that this will be the last martial arts tournament.
In the crowded civilian stands, Famas, who claimed to be suppressing the rebellion, wore a drab shawl, leaned against the metal fence, and stared at the brutal fighting in the arena.
This is the last battle between the girl known as the Hand of the King and another martial artist.
The blue-haired girl does have extremely beautiful hands, with long and powerful fingers. The wrist bones push up a round and sharp bulge on the skin. Even the thin layer of muscle skin covering the bones cannot find any faults.
The golden blade formed a sharp contrast with the girl's pale skin color.
The transmission armor made by Vulcan himself covered the girl's skin, and struck the roaring opponent with her movements. Precision machinery and primitive animality collided in the air, making people's blood flow uncontrollably.
There is no difference between these audiences and aristocrats who take pleasure in torture. They just obtain pleasure and satisfaction through the pain of others and rely on the lives of others to prove their existence.
The splendor in the Colosseum contrasts with the winding muddy paths outside the castle, the cluttered low buildings, the old steel scaffolding on the outskirts of the city and the weathered semi-finished statues.
Under the dilapidated roofs live ordinary people with dull eyes and broken bones, struggling in the quagmire of despair and hope.
The Allied forces withdrew and Kanria also moved underground. The war of resistance has failed.
Famas sighed deeply and issued orders through his divine power, asking the logistics troops to rescue the hungry residents.
This is one of the few things he can do. After the war, his existing divine power is less than half of what it was at its peak. He still has to maintain the foundation of the castle and control the spreading curse. If he wants to do more things, it is really too late for him.
Caught.
Famas held the box and photos and recalled the past years, but footsteps and breathing sounds were heard behind him.
It was Zhongli who was supporting Dadalia.
The lines outlined by the warm light intertwined together, dyeing Dadalia's young face crimson, making her look drunk.
"Famas, I want to take him back to Beiguo Bank to bandage his wounds. The gift box you want can be..."
Zhongli was just about to ask Farmas to go to Feiyunpo's store to buy the necessary items in the name of Beiguo Bank, but his eyes fell on the leather-covered wooden box in the young man's hand.
"Have you found the right gift box?"
Famas blinked and secretly hid a few photos in his arms: "I found it, you go quickly and don't worry about me!"
Zhongli nodded gently, not paying attention to what Famas was doing, and helped Dadalia, who was in pain but happy, to leave.