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]. The manager Andre is responsible for the management and operation. The main purpose is to provide The Fools provide funds and strongholds for their activities outside.
Stepping on the winter-style carpet embroidered with gold and silver threads, passing through the vault inlaid with gems and filled with mola, entering the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor, pushing open the door engraved with fire butterfly patterns, you can see the By the window, a lady quietly admires the falling snow.
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 of 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 pale golden 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 name is sarcastic.
The debt collector appeared from the corner, holding up a luxurious red and black leather cloak with both hands.
There was a small sound, the sound of clothing material rubbing against 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 rose from the streets in the distance again, and the covered bridge at the end of Feiyun Slope was blocked. The residents who retreated were all panicked, which made the Northland Bank at the end even more silent.
"According to reports from nearby informants, the last location where Mr. Young Master appeared was the Golden House."
The tall, thin debt processor stood behind the woman with his head lowered and responded in a hoarse voice.
"Heh...it seems that our last seat is in big trouble."
"Let everyone below keep an eye on him, don't let him die in this stupid revenge."
Although the words were full of vitriol 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 was killed in the struggle between gods, no one would be responsible for the many crimes of releasing the ancient demon god, disrupting Liyue, and trading the evil eye.
"clear!"
The debt handler nodded without hesitation, retreated into the shadows, and disappeared into a reddish mist.
Liyue Harbor is filled with the smell of war. The glazed lily placed on the desk in the ladies' room has not been replaced for many days. The leaves are withered and yellow, starting from the tips of the petals and spreading towards the center of the flower.
The slight fluctuation caused by the debt collector's disappearance also affects this joyful and peaceful flower.
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 Liyue and Liyue. Munata's grudge.
The god of burning, the war lord, the forged master...
Countless legendary events were named Famas, but Piero deliberately concealed the boy's title related to Canrea in his letter.
Changemaker, Golden Alliance, Overturned Sky, Elemental Colossus...
Although Famas has many powers and positions, as a god, these titles are just embellishments of his power at best.
The prophecy that ultimately affects Munata's fate comes 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. s 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 of 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.
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.
Camrea 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 Camrea 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 the few people involved who have survived to this day can tell these annihilated legends.
After the lady browsed 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 was even ready 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 Rustan's gift to her. When she returned to Mondstadt from Sumeru, this gift became the Eye of God given by the gods, and she became a witch who burned everything.
The lady stared at the dim Eye of God and put it into the drawer of the luxurious long table.
"I have shed all my tears and blood."
"My whole body has long been covered with oil and ashes 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, gritted his teeth secretly, pushed the door open and entered 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, raised her hand and threw it out the window. The dim candlelight reflected her face as cold and noble as ice, but as hot and dangerous as fire.
"Yes...ma'am."
The debt handler named Javert replied 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 kept the son's last executive certificate.
Kadalia was not good at planning, so after obtaining the all-inclusive pottery at the Iwagami Tea House, he arranged for Javert to be the doorkeeper of the lady without any care.
Now that Liyue Port is full of mourners, the lady has taken a chance.
"very good."
"At the marked point at the northern foot of Tianheng Mountain, there is a ruins guard factory secretly built by the Fools."
"Take Dadalia's executive certificate, open the door, and release all the ruins guards."
The lady, draped in a large 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 mission!"
Forced by the lady's cold aura, Javert had no choice but to bow his head and accept the order, holding the certificates he knew to be forged in both hands. Just 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 resumed her lazy look, raised her snow-white neck, and leaned against 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.
The battle high in the sky finally begins.
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