Dadalia grabbed Liyue's unique writing brush like a sword and wrote Ajax's real name in crooked Liyue ancient script.
And the bright heart of God emerged from the paper out of thin air at the moment the young executive put down his brush.
The orange-haired young man with sharp eyes and quick hands immediately raised his hand and firmly grasped the chess piece that contained thousands of years of huge divine power.
"Thank you Mr. Zhongli."
Dadalia's excitement was palpable, but as for the compensation provisions in the contract, he didn't take it to heart at all.
Anyway, the one who lost money was Pantalone, who was smiling all day and full of grand plans. Ajax's mission was just to retrieve the Heart of the Rock God by any means necessary.
Zhongli and Dadalia's tacit cooperation made the lady's slim neck twitch from time to time.
How could the eight-seat master who had been put together not see the intrigue between the last seat and Zhongli, but she was unable to use force at this time to force Dadalia to hand over the heart of God that originally belonged to her.
The Fools and the executives can plot and exploit each other, but they cannot sneak attack or murder. The Joker has already banned this from happening.
After all, no one wants to be stabbed in the back by a trusted colleague at the critical moment of the battle.
"Very good, Ajax..."
"I hope you're ready to bear the wrath of Pantalone and me."
The lady gritted her teeth and opened her mouth. The bone-white roses around her waist turned into frost. The thorn instrument suspended by her ears swayed like a bell, but the tune seemed to be frozen by the cold aura of winter, and there was no sound.
Even when it came to making harsh remarks, the lady still did not dare to show dissatisfaction with Morax's decision. She was good at reading people's hearts and understood that any strategy would become insignificant in the face of absolute strength.
"Madam, maybe sitting in the eighth seat for too long has made you overconfident in your own strength."
Faced with the threats and provocations from his colleagues, Dadalia carried the Heart of God in his arms, and a look called madness appeared on his face again. The turbulence of the whale sky collided with the cold aura, and frost flowers continued to form. .
The traveler raised the rock barrier and protected Paimeng behind him, while Famas and Zhongli, who were at the center of the aura, remained motionless, like two adults watching children showing off their cherished toys.
"Hehehe..."
Just when the atmosphere became tense, the lady sneered for no reason, then put away the abnormal chill, turned around and left with a cold expression, and the complicated clothes started to stir, causing a crisp sound of metal collision.
"I don't want to be like a circus clown, performing a play for God with my life."
"See you again in the winter...the last one who thinks he has won the favor of the gods."
It wasn't until the lady's cold figure disappeared into the passage that Dadalia put away the unpredictable madness in his eyes, turned his head and spread his hands towards Zhongli and Famas, explaining in a seemingly helpless tone.
"Mr. Zhongli should know that I don't get along with her."
"Although the Fools are full of conspiracies and betrayals, fortunately there are still many things that interest me."
"For example... meeting companions who become stronger together in battle."
Dadalia turned his attention to the traveler who sheathed his sword, and Zhongli turned around briskly.
But when the emperor saw Famas doing nothing behind the traveler, his head still hurt involuntarily.
"The trip to the Bank of Northland has come to an end, but the travelers and little friend Paimon must still have many questions."
Paying no attention to the young man fishing in troubled waters, Zhongli looked at the puzzled travelers and Paimon, his amber-like eyes shining with relief in the morning light.
Although the retirement plan at this time is still missing a very important link.
"Yes, you faked your own death. You went too far! Everyone was holding a ceremony to welcome you, and suddenly a dragon fell from the sky. Then Liyue Port was in chaos, and Famas..."
As the powerful lady left, Paimon finally returned to his usual chirping self, detailing Zhongli's bad behavior, but when he mentioned the war, his voice became quieter and quieter.
"Isn't this what he wants to see?"
"Resolving the remnants of wars in ancient times, extorting Zhidong's compensation, and suppressing Liyue's scientific and technological development..."
"Except for the population consumed by the war, Liyue has almost no losses."
Famas, who was watching the whole conversation between several people, threw the last piece of pastry into his mouth, then wiped his hands with a winter-style woven tablecloth, and came behind the traveler and Paimon.
"Eh?"
Paimon didn't understand what Famas was saying at all. Instead, the traveler held his chin with his hand and assumed a thoughtful posture.
"You may have some guesses, but it's up to me to explain the truth myself."
Zhongli nodded towards the traveler with a gentle expression. There was a warm glimmer in the golden twin children that seemed to be able to tolerate everything. Even the guests coming and going to the Shengtang for business would feel close to this guest guest for no reason.
"As you know, I have spent more than 6,000 years in the world, and it was 3,700 years ago that I established Liyue with the immortals."
"The rock that cannot be broken by the whirlpool will also be worn away by the erosion of time. It's just that I have always convinced myself that the day when the wear and tear will cause cracks has not yet come."
The emperor sighed as if he was relieved, and looked at the door of Beiguo Bank with nostalgia, but his eyes were looking through the door at Liyue, who was waiting for something to happen.
"Until one drizzly day, I was walking in the port and heard a businessman praising his subordinates: 'You have completed your duties, now go and rest.'"
"At that time, I paused for a long time among the people passing by, and kept asking myself, has my duty... been completed?"
Zhongli's tone became deeper and deeper, causing Paimeng to stop talking.
"But when I started thinking about whether I should step down as a god, I realized that there were still many reasons why I couldn't leave."
"The place that walks with the gods, Liyue, is it ready to enter the next era? I must create an opportunity to observe carefully before making a decision."
"That's why I designed this fake death to involve the Fools, the Immortals and the Seven Stars of Liyue into chaos..."
It took Zhongli half a stick of incense to finish telling everyone his plan in detail.
Although the existence of Famas has brought some changes, the situation is still under control.
After all, the God of War was the most powerful being of that era. Even the Rock King at that time could only take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation.
"So it is, like an eagle pushing a lazy chick out of its nest."
"Zhongli hopes to see if Liyue can soar without him in the most chaotic moment."
Paimon summarized Zhongli's explanation with easy-to-understand metaphors, while Ying touched the little mascot's head with emotion.
In order to confirm whether Liyue can enter the era of human rule alone, Zhongli designed this fake death to drag everyone into chaos.
And he also condensed the Heart of God for safekeeping temporarily as a back-up when it couldn't end.
Just like a child who has lost his parents will quickly mature, this city named Liyue already has the ability to stand alone in the face of the death of God.
"But those innocent people who died in the war, and Famas..."
Paimon flew to Famas' side, only to find that the other party was not moved by Zhongli's words. He frowned and looked at the door of Beiguo Bank.
He always felt that there were parts of the plan that Zhongli told that were deliberately concealed.
