Chapter 361 One-eyed little treasure, join the battle!
Northland Bank is a rare commercial bank in Liyue Port that is not controlled by the country. It was established by Pantalone, the eleventh executive officer of the Fools [Rich Man], and the manager Andre is responsible for its management and operation. Its main purpose is
Provide funds and base for the Fools' activities outside.
Stepping on the winter-style carpet embroidered with gold and silver threads, passing through the vault inlaid with gems and filled with molas, entering the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor, pushing open the door engraved with fire butterfly patterns, you can see the
A lady quietly admiring the falling snow by the window.
The warm flame in the fireplace has already been lit, the luxurious curtains made of fine silk are rolled up, and the sound of cracking ice constantly coming from the port outside the window gives people the illusion of returning to the winter capital.
The aurora produced by the struggle between the gods hung high in the sky, and was so gorgeous that it was suffocating. It was not until the big pendulum hanging on the wall struck the time left and right that the lady turned her head and raised her hand to call the debt handler hidden in the shadows.
"Bring me my cloak."
Her blond hair was lazily and carefully pulled up behind her head. The mourning mask worn squarely on her forehead was like a fluttering butterfly, obliquely covering her right eye, while her purple left eye was full of unknown thoughts.
The irony of the name.
The debt collector appeared from the corner, holding up a luxurious red and black leather cloak with both hands.
A small sound came from the friction of clothing and flannel.
The lady wore a fluffy fur collar and sat back on the dark red velvet-lined sofa in front of the table. Her plump thighs were more attractive than white jade.
"Dadalia hasn't come back yet?"
Smoke was rising from the streets in the distance again, and the covered bridge at the end of Feiyun Slope was blocked. The retreating residents were all panic-stricken, which actually made the Northland Bank at the end even more silent.
"According to reports from nearby informants, the last location where Mr. Master appeared was the Golden House."
The tall and thin debt handler stood behind the lady with his head lowered and responded in a hoarse voice.
"Huh... It seems that our last seat is in big trouble."
"Let the people below keep an eye on him, don't let him die in this stupid revenge."
Although her words were full of harshness and ridicule, the lady still sent out a small number of Fool spies to search for traces of Dadalia.
After all, if this last man is killed in the struggle between the gods, then no one will bear the responsibility for releasing the ancient demon god, disrupting Liyue, and trading the evil eye.
"Understood!"
The debt handler nodded without hesitation, retreated into the shadows, and disappeared into a red mist.
Liyue Port is filled with the smell of war. The glazed lilies placed on the eucalyptus table in the ladies' room have not been replaced for many days. The leaves are wilted and the yellow color spreads from the petal tips to the center of the flower.
The slight fluctuation caused by the debt collector's hiding also affected this flower that loves joy and peace.
The withered petals fell on the slightly heated scroll on the table.
This is a reply written by Piero, the commander-in-chief of the Fools, after the lady sent the information about Famas to Winter. It tells the information and history he knows about Famas, as well as the relationship between Liyue and Liyue.
Munata's grudges.
The god of burning, the war lord, the forging master...
Countless legendary events were named Famas, but Piero deliberately concealed the boy's title related to Canrea in his letter.
Changer, Golden Alliance, Overturned Sky, Elemental Colossus...
Although Famas has many powers and positions, as a god, these titles are, at best, embellishments of his power.
The prophecy that ultimately affected Munata's fate came from the great astrologer of the Witches, the goddess of weaving destiny, and the old woman in Mona's mouth.
After Munata formed the Four-Nation Alliance with Kanria, Sumeru, and Fontaine, the unstoppable rise of Famas attracted the attention of the Witch Association. Mona's master forcibly peeked into the starry sky and predicted Famas in extreme shock.
the future.
【The Third Throne in Flame】
It was precisely because of the goddess of destiny's reckless prying into the divination that the keeper of heavenly principles who learned the prophecy was furious and issued curses and divine punishments hundreds of years in advance, causing Munata, who was highly technologically advanced, to return to the primitive life of slash-and-burn farming in despair.<
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The Great Merciful Tree King declined among the ancient trees supporting the Teyvat continent, and the sealed Famas bid farewell to Sumeru's supreme wisdom underground.
Kanria was divided due to the disagreement between the Great Sage Gold and Piero the Fool. The ancient and terrifying curse spread to the underground royal court, but the Kanria people found a way to survive from the abyss until the Seven Gods joined forces to destroy the ancient kingdom.
Destruction.
As time has passed, these secrets have long been buried in the years. Only a few people involved can tell these annihilated legends.
After the lady read the information on the scroll, the thin paper burned instantly.
This is a confidential way for fools to convey important information. The writing written with the fire element potion will heat up the moment the scroll is opened, and the special ashless paper can be ignited in a few breaths.
Thanks to the mutual suspicion between the executives, the lady did not intend to tell Dadalia the truth about the war. She had even been prepared to push the blame for the private evil eye transaction onto Dadalia after the contract with Zhongli was completed.
On the head.
Knowing the information about Famas, the lady took off the Eye of the Fire Elemental God tied around her waist with a cold expression.
This was a gift given to her by Rustan. When she returned to Mondstadt from Sumeru, this gift became the Eye of God given by the gods, and she also became a witch who burned everything.
The lady stared at the dim Eye of God and put it in the drawer of the luxurious long table.
"I have shed all my tears and blood."
"My whole body has long been covered with the oil and ashes of dead bodies that cannot be washed away. All I can do is burn."
A black butterfly-shaped mourning mask covered the scar on the right side of her face. The lady tapped on the table. The debt processor guarding the door stiffened, gritting his teeth secretly and pushing the door open to enter the room.
"Javy Kirilenko."
"I heard that you were working under Dadalia recently and went with him to deal with the debt of the Iwagami Teahouse?"
The lady pinched off the withered glass lily, looked at it for a moment, then raised her hand and threw it out of the window. The dim candlelight reflected her face as cold and noble as ice, but as hot and dangerous as fire.
"Yes... Madam."
The debt handler named Javert responded nervously.
Although the Eleven Executive Officers of the Fools call each other colleagues, they still have countless intrigues in private, which of course also extend to their respective factions and loyalists.
As a debt collector who came to Liyue on the same boat as Dadalia, Javert was naturally more trusted by Dadalia, and even temporarily took custody of the son's last executive certificate.
Kadalia was not good at planning, so after obtaining the all-inclusive pot at the Iwagami Tea House, she nonchalantly arranged for Javert to be the doorkeeper to the lady.
Nowadays, Liyue Port is filled with mourners, so this lady has taken a chance.
"Very good."
"At the marked point at the northern foot of Tianheng Mountain, there is a ruined guard factory built secretly by fools."
"Take Dadalia's executive certificate, open the door, and release all the ruins guards."
The lady, wearing a long cloak, stood up gracefully, found the yellowed executive documents from the corner of the bookshelf, and threw the forged certificate signed with the name of Ajax to the debt processor in front of her.
"This..."
Javert hurriedly took the executive certificate and looked at the lady hesitantly.
"What? Don't want to?"
The lady frowned impatiently and looked at the debt handler with contempt.
"No, I promise to complete the task!"
Forced by the lady's cold aura, Javert had no choice but to bow his head and accept the order, holding the certification documents he knew to be forged in both hands. As he was about to leave, he heard the lady speak:
"There are Qianyan troops patrolling and guarding around the factory. If the traces can be wiped out, that would be the best; if not, then all the people who are in the way will be dealt with."
"Don't be nervous, Javert."
"Ajax has shouldered so many blood debts and won't mind one more."
The lady regained her lazy look, raised her snow-white neck, and leaned on the soft sofa.
"Go ahead."
Javert retreated cautiously and disappeared quietly.
The door closed silently, the firewood burned brighter in the fireplace, and the lady closed her eyes and took a nap.
The Eye of the Fire Elemental God, which no one cares about in the drawer, suddenly emits a weak heat.