"Eh? Isn't Harpas the name of the demon god Famas?"
Paimon curiously turned his head to Famas who was focusing on the painting, and then suddenly exclaimed at the young man as if he had understood some trick.
"Could it be that... the stinking security guard secretly gave birth to a child behind our backs!"
In the corner of the painting cabinet in the warehouse, the traveler was listening to Mr. Zhongli's introduction with great interest, but unexpectedly, Paimeng's incoherent shouting came from the distance.
"Paimon, don't talk nonsense..."
Fearing that the other party would get into trouble, Yingmei hurriedly ran to Paimon, and happened to hear the words about emergency food. She suddenly became furious and raised her hand to knock Paimon on the head.
"What little Paimon said is not entirely wrong."
Before the traveler could finish his words, Famas interrupted the girl's accusations and even shook his head to agree with Paimon's conjecture.殳
"Eh!
"
This time it was Yingmei's turn to be surprised. The girl's amber eyes blinked and she hesitated to speak. She was obviously shocked by Famas' admission.
"When we first picked up Akhtar, she was indeed a human cub."
Fortunately, Famas' next explanation made the travelers sigh in relief. At this moment, Zhongli also came to the crowd. He stared at the painting in front of him and pondered for a moment, then casually revealed the identity of the painter.
"If the prediction is correct, Akhtar...should be the name of the Hand of the King in Munata, right?"
There was no expression on Zhongli's face, but the golden light in his hair suddenly brightened, and the tips of his hair gradually turned into golden brown due to the chaotic elemental power, slightly shining with the golden brilliance of the elemental power.
"Not bad."
Famas took down the scroll that had lasted for thousands of years, and the records and illustrations that Albedo showed them on the Dragon Crest Snow Mountain also appeared in the minds of the traveler and Paimon.
Plague, curses, mobs...it seemed to be an extremely chaotic and bloody time, which formed a strange contrast with the slightly cold but orderly machinery in the painting.
"When I picked up Akhtar, he was probably only as long as this scroll."
Famas rolled up the scroll painting and made some gestures.
With a desire to compare, little Paimon flew to the scroll, measured his height, and proudly crossed his arms and raised his head.
"Hey, then she's not as tall as me..."
"Indeed, but this was the length of Akhtar when the local residents had his limbs chopped off, his mouth and tongue cut off, and then sent to the altar as a living sacrifice to the evil god."
Famas glanced at the little mascot, and his seemingly calm words were like a bucket of ice water poured on the proud Paimon's head.
"Hoho...don't say such terrible things in a calm tone!"
Paimon's proud expression suddenly froze on his face, he almost missed his breath and flew back to the traveler timidly.
But Yingmei just frowned slightly, recalling the cruel records told by Abedo.
She had asked about the story of the King's Hand on the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, but Famas refused to tell it without hesitation and asked her to find it on her own during the journey.
How can such a thing be found?
Zhongli also said when he was at Beiguo Bank that Munata's information and relics were almost lost in history.殳
Perhaps seeing the curiosity in the traveler's eyes, Famas shook his head, thought for a moment and then selectively told the story of the King's Hand.
"The story of Akhtar happened when Munata was founded. At that time, the soldiers who followed me overthrew the rule of an unknown demon god, destroyed the other party's sacrificial place, and gathered the scattered people."
"When I was about to leave, my general brought a child with slurred speech and missing limbs."
"It is not difficult to judge that she was regarded as a sacrifice to the evil god by the ignorant mortals."
Famas's tone became heavier, and he raised his hand seemingly casually, and the battle scene when he destroyed the Demon God's lair thousands of years ago reappeared in front of everyone.
This is the return of the god of war with authority on the battlefield.
The firelight and the bloodlight intertwined, and in the flames that almost turned the sky upside down, the soldiers wrapped the children in the lake of flesh and blood in dusty cloth and walked behind Famas.殳
"At that time, Munata was only a small settlement in the far western region of the Teyvat continent, and its medical level was limited. I had not yet met Laiyindot and King Dacishu."
"The best thing is to end this child's suffering as quickly as possible."
As Famas narrated, the boy in heavy armor swung his spear towards the infant child, but stopped slowly when he was about to stab the child in the throat.
"But then...I saw her red eyes, which were full of faith to live."
"So I decided to save the child and used the power of war to save her life and heal her wounds."
"When technology was a little more advanced, people made mechanical prosthetics and vocal organs."
The scenes of the war disappeared here, and Famas seemed to recall those happy times, with a slight smile on his lips.殳
"I don't expect Akhtar to provide any help in running the country. I only hope that she can reconcile with the tragic past."
"But Akhtar soon showed his great understanding of government affairs and was willing to accept and verify the theories I proposed."
"Later, Munata formed an alliance with the Royal Court of Camria, and naturally he met the alchemist who served as the [Court Mage] and came to Indot."
"Laiindot likes Akhtar very much. She spends her whole day thinking about getting Akhtar to recognize her as her mother. She also improved her mechanical prosthetic limbs and covered them with thin skin to look more like a human being."
"But Akhtar rejected the witch's kindness and wanted to take my demon name as her surname."
"His name is Akhtar Harpas."
At this point in the story, Famas suddenly snorted coldly, but there was no excessive blame in his tone, as if he was just complaining about his old friend's concealment.殳
"At that time, Lyindot didn't have the name [Gold], and her research on creating life was also stuck in a bottleneck, and she had to look for breakthroughs everywhere."
"I suspected at that time that Lyindot was just using Akhtar as an experimental subject."
Talking about the great sinner who caused the dark disaster, Zhongli coughed twice, interrupting the young man's narration. Famas just glanced at Zhongli with an innocent face, and then began to tell the origin of the painting in his hand.
"Due to the limited technical level, the initial artificial limbs were not as good as human original hands and feet, and were extremely difficult to operate."
"Akhtar, who has already served as the Hand of the King, heard the news from somewhere that practicing painting can help improve the control of the prosthetic unit, so after work, he always likes to go everywhere with paints to paint."
"But she would throw the completed paintings into the fire and burn them every once in a while. Maybe she felt that the paintings were too ugly and it was really shameful."
The young man spread his hands slightly regretfully, and Paimeng, who was listening with interest, tilted his head and asked: "Well... then how come this painting has been preserved?"
"I'm known as the [Tyrant of Fire]. It's not easy for me to secretly create the illusion that paper is being burned."
Famas nodded proudly, and was about to put the painting into his arms, but unexpectedly, the rock-yellow divine power protecting the painting suddenly lit up, blocking the boy's movement.
Zhongli, who was listening to the story, cleared his throat and explained to Famas with a smile behind his hands:
"This painting is a relic of the past masters of the Rebirth Hall, which is also a part of Liyue."
"The contract stipulates everything except Liyue...so you can't take this painting away."
After hearing Zhongli's words, the smile on Famas's face suddenly disappeared, the soft fur on his head fell down, and he stared at the other person with cold eyes.
"But considering that you are acquainted with the author of this painting, I will make the decision to return this painting to you."
Zhongli, who had lost the heart of God, seemed to have lost his shackles. He could hardly talk to Famas in a joking tone, and casually dispersed the divine power to protect the paintings.
"Hmph...pretending."
The young man quickly put away the painting, but at this moment, there was a strange knock on the door of the Hall of Rebirth.
