Today's ceremony was huge, and the forces involved were intertwined. It was obvious that Yinyuan Hall was not a temporary initiative. Perhaps Ninglan had already made a plan before Emperor Yan Wang died, but was limited by various conditions and had to put it aside.
Hiding in the dark, waiting for opportunities.
But the key that travelers can’t figure out is also here.
Logically speaking, such a blasphemous act of resurrecting a dead god should be kept secret, but Ninglan had no scruples in inviting so many Liyue dignitaries to watch the ceremony, and even went to the Hall of the Past to entrust the ceremony before the ceremony.
She and Famas investigate the real cause of the Rock King Emperor's death.
Even if he wanted to borrow other people's minds to accommodate his huge beliefs, Ninglan could choose a more hidden method instead of trying to show off to the public.
Zhongli, Ningguang, Keqing, Yelan and Famas... Ninglan provoked all the decent people in Liyue through various methods. As the only person in the room who had seen Ninglan's childhood memories,
Yingmei really couldn't figure out the reason why the other party acted like this.
Throughout the process of the god-making plan, there seemed to be an invisible hand that brought everyone together. What everyone had said and various conjectures were connected in series in the mind of the traveler, eventually forming a shocking conclusion.
"Hey Traveler, are you okay?"
Paimon saw the girl standing there for a long time, sometimes turning back and forth anxiously, sometimes mumbling to herself, and began to suspect that the abnormal earth connection information in the banquet hall had not completely dissipated. She just reached out to shake the traveler's shoulder, but
I was startled by the latter's sudden voice.
"Perhaps Miss Ninglan is not the only mastermind of this god-making plan. Maybe there is someone we haven't discovered...who is watching all this somewhere."
The traveler suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Ning Lan, who had not yet been escorted out of the banquet hall, with a determined look on his face.
The sound in the Golden House Banquet Hall was not noisy. Occasionally, there was the sound of Qian Yanjun kicking down the door and scolding him. After hearing the girl's reasoning, Ning Guang, who was about to approach, subconsciously stopped and frowned as Qian Yanjun dragged him off the booth.
Ninglan.
Ning Lan's demeanor when presiding over the ceremony was no longer there, but her collapsed mood seemed to have stabilized a little. She raised her head and stared at a place above her head with dull eyes, as if there was something attracting attention there.
"Miss Ninglan once entrusted me, Paimon, Mr. Zhongli and Famas to investigate the real cause of death of Emperor Yanwang. She wanted clear proof of the emperor's death, but she did not recognize the authenticity of the immortal ancestor's transformation."
Yingmei's amber eyes sparkled with golden light, and she clearly pointed out those parts that were inconsistent with common sense.
"But the problem is that Miss Ninglan has absolutely no need to make such a commission. For her, the real cause of the emperor's death has nothing to do with Yinyuan Hall's god-making plan. If Yinyuan Hall did not send the badge to Yiyan Hall,
Ningguang and Miss Yelan may not have to get involved themselves."
"So the one who really entrusted us to investigate the cause of the emperor's death and send the badge to Yinyuan Hall... I'm afraid there is someone else."
The traveler's voice was not loud, but it carried the unique confidence and determination of a girl.
Before Paimon fully understood the traveler's reasoning, Zhongli beside him sighed deeply, and Ningguang showed a serious expression after being surprised for a moment, then raised his head and looked in the direction of Ninglan's gaze.
There is an alcove seat covered with dark fringed hanging cloth.
At this time, dull and slow applause suddenly sounded from the seats, which was also mixed with the sound of rings rubbing and colliding with each other. Then, the sound of heels and canes tapping the floor came from far to near, and the pleasant and lazy sounds were not rushed.
Xu Di came from the seat:
"If you dare to make inferences based only on these clues, you are worthy of being a traveler favored by the gods."
Accompanied by a low tone that heightened the sense of urgency, a tall figure clapped slowly while walking steadily to the leather-wrapped guardrail. The light seemed to move unconsciously at this time, clearly revealing Panta's body.
Ronye's gentle face.
There was a faint smile on the banker's face. The turtleneck covered his sharp Adam's apple, and the metal ornaments like eyes were closely arranged on the collarbone, giving him a bit of a cold snow country temperament. Even though he was far apart,
It seems like you can smell the cold sandalwood fragrance on his body.
"I have heard of you all for a long time, please allow me to introduce myself first..."
The dim warm light illuminated the big banker's gentle brows and eyes, and a lake-blue single-sided earring hung from his black hair.
"The eleven executive officers of the Fools, the ninth seat [the rich]."
The banker's words echoed in the banquet hall. The tourist who was reasoning looked up at the other person, showing a look that was indeed true. Pantalone also noticed the girl's probing gaze and nodded in response with a smile.
Although the ninth executive officer looks somewhat similar to Zhongli with his eyes narrowed and a slight smile, he gives the impression that he is like a huge monster hiding under the deep sea, exuding a dangerous atmosphere, and seems to be slightly
If you are not careful, you will be eaten to pieces.
Zhongli paused slightly. Many things happened as expected, but as he had retired, he did not want to hide it too much. He just turned around and looked calmly at the ninth executive officer seat who appeared in front of everyone.
"Ah! He is the scoundrel of fools!"
Little Paimon hurriedly hid behind the traveler, while Pantalone's eyes only stayed on the crowd for a moment, then shifted to Zhongli.
Mr. Keqing's soft blackstone-colored long hair is tied up, and the ends of his eyes are outlined with danxia-colored shadows, adding a bit of divinity to this elegant and handsome face. More importantly, those bright golden eyes make people breathe.
A suffocation.
"Fools all...but I still don't understand..."
The traveler looked at Pantalone with lowered eyes in confusion, and hesitated to speak. The rich man seemed to notice the girl's confusion. He tilted his head slightly, and the smile on his face became even wider. He looked like a cloth
A good trap for the hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.
"You don't understand why I do this...and why Miss Ninglan wants to convey the commission for me, right?"
Pantalone's expression is quite gentle, and his behavior can be called a gentleman, but living in a winter city overlooking the snow all year round may also make his pupils covered with a layer of cold arrogance, and his temperament will also be bent by the coldness of the slum roofs.
Ice and snow assimilation.
"But in fact, my purpose is just as stated in the commission, I just want to know the true cause of death of the god."
The banker stared into the guest's golden eyes, his voice was very low, and he whispered in a whisper that could be considered intimate.
Those old events that happened in Liyue have long been obliterated by the biting cold temperature of the Snow Country. They are gradually distorted by the roaring storm of Yunlaihai across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Suffering will not be unforgettable because of memories, but will quickly fade out of self-protection, until the specific examples cannot be tested, and only one or two can be recalled from the numbness of seeing the gods.
"Thank you very much for participating in this farce, but the commission has ended, Traveler."
"After all, you have brought the gods to me a long time ago, haven't you?"