No matter where you go, Liyue's Tianquan Star is the undoubted focus.
What's more, she was wearing a deep purple evening gown at this time, and the gemstones on her chest were both translucent and oily, making her dazzling.
Not to mention the fine red crystals sandwiched in it, the purple gradually overflows with shining red stars, like bright flowers blooming in the thunder, so passionate and unrestrained that just one glance is enough to engraved in the heart.
Pantalone's eyes also fell on Ningguang, but to be more precise, it was on the tasseled Eye of God on Ningguang's left waist.
In the distant mythology, all the wealth circulating in the continent of Teyvat is the flesh and blood of that god.
Then the blood of gods is as warm as the sun, shines like gold, and shines like all the most beautiful things in the world?
No one knows that there used to be such a black-haired child, with shabby and ragged clothes, long hair tangled and draped on his body, and exposed skin covered with scars, dry and haggard. In the dark night, he knelt down devoutly in front of the majestic statue.
Nestled at the feet of the statue.
But the stone statue could not speak and could not soothe his dark and gloomy heart. The stone statue had no temperature and could not warm his stiff and cold body.
"Haha... Mr. Famas, do you want to hear a little story?"
Pantalone's deep laughter passed from her throat to the tip of her tongue, scratching out broken syllables.
Famas didn't speak, he just sat quietly on the sofa and used a silver spoon to smash the latte art in the coffee.
"The protagonist of this story is a child in Liyue who lost his parents."
"Due to his young age, he had no way to support himself. Due to the vagueness and indulgence of Liyue's seven stars, he could only beg on the streets."
"Childhood is most affected by hunger. Useless things like self-esteem are thrown into the corner and trampled to pieces. Morality is discarded early. Stealing is just one of the ways to satisfy one's hunger."
"But during Liyue's annual immortal invitation ceremony, the little child would always wear tattered clothes and kneel down silently and devoutly in the distance. After the ceremony, he would present a glazed lily planted by his own hands."
"He thinks the emperor will like this. Maybe one day the emperor will see his efforts and grant him the Eye of God."
Pantalone's smile was still so gentle, and the story she was telling seemed far away from him.
"If a mortal's desire reaches its extreme, the sight of the gods will be cast down."
"This is a story that almost everyone living on the continent of Teyvat knows."
"The child prayed to the gods day after day, sleeping in the cold corner of the alley every night, praying for the gods to watch, but when he woke up in the morning, there was nothing."
"Despite this, he was not sad. He just struggled day after day, waiting for the gods to look at him. Until many years later, the child grew into a young man, using the savings he had saved over the years to open a shop and imitate those merchants.
However, the following year it was shut down by the Liyue General Affairs Department on charges of market manipulation.”
"The down-and-out young man who had lost everything came to the South Pier to look out, but saw in the square the new Tianquan star who had already reached the top of Liyue."
"He has seen young Tianquanxing selling fruit barefoot on Yaoguang Beach."
"But what really attracts young people is the dazzling golden eye of God."
"It wasn't until this moment that the young man suddenly realized that God did exist, but God had never looked at him."
Pantalone put down the coffee cup, crossed his hands in front of him, and wore a ring symbolizing power and money on his black gloves, which looked extremely luxurious.
He stared straight at Famas, then picked up the mola with tooth marks, looked at the bright yellow candlelight and murmured softly:
"Because of poverty and injustice, young people have developed an unimaginable obsession with money and fairness. And because they failed to gain God's favor, they ignited the will to fight. Young people who have no chance of gaining recognition can only pursue worldly power.
To gain the favor of the gods.”
"For this reason, he did not hesitate to leave his hometown and embark on a journey to an extremely cold country alone."
"The young people who had just arrived had no support in a foreign country. They were close to death several times and froze to death on the never-ending snow."
"But whether he was once in a country known as the commercial capital, or he is now in a country of extreme winter where even food, clothing, and shelter are not guaranteed, he is like walking on a tightrope and will fall if he is not careful.
When you enter the abyss, the only difference is where you die."
"Perhaps the young man who survived a catastrophe and survived a desperate situation seized hope in a certain opportunity. He won the first pot of gold. Then he pursued the victory, seized opportunities again and again, and worked hard to climb up."
"His hunger for money made him work tirelessly to amass money. In just a few years, he became the golden heart of this extremely cold country, extending his economic reach to other countries, and was eventually recruited by a god who would never love anyone again..."
Pantalone's narrating voice gradually became lower, and she looked away from the Eye of God as if unintentionally.
The desire for the Eye of God was like a monster that couldn't get enough to eat. The emptiness it created made Pantalone almost crazy. Even her stomach was burning all the time, and she wanted to eat something to get a moment of peace.
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Pantalone spoke in the third person throughout the story, but even Irina, who was standing by the door, could tell that the big banker was actually telling stories about his past.
After listening to the banker's past experience, Famas put the empty coffee cup back on the table, shook his head with regret, and concluded the story:
"So the young man you are talking about... finally chose to betray the gods he once believed in and become an executive who implements the will of ice and snow?"
"Yes...and no."
Pantalone's answer was impeccable, and he raised his hand and knocked on the table gently. The lady with hidden mirror behind him immediately understood, quietly retreated to the edge of the banquet hall, sank into the open wall like a water mirror, and disappeared.
"He is simply seeking a greater good, and then letting the eyes of the gods stop flowing for him forever."
The arrogant words came from the mouth of the big banker, but Pantalone just stared at Famas and smiled silently, her eyes full of indifference, and the echoes swept across her, and there was a faint trace of bloodthirsty cruelty.
The corners of Famas's mouth also curved slightly, looking at Pantalone who revealed his ambition, and after a moment he spread his hands with regret:
"If you were born in Munata five thousand years ago, with the talent you are showing now, I can get the Eyes of God of seven elements for you. Use whichever element you like."
The young man expressed his admiration for the big banker without hesitation, causing Pantalone to lower his eyes with slight pleasure.
Her Majesty the Queen and the war lord both extended olive branches to him, so what reason did Morax have not to look at himself at this moment?
But what Pantalone didn't know was that although Famas praised him, what he was thinking about was the King's Hand with the bionic limbs.