"Traveler, I didn't expect to see you here." Zhongli also turned his attention to Paimeng and the traveler who were approaching, and stood up to greet him. However, after seeing the deep and shallow makeup marks on the traveler's face, the corner of his mouth still remained. Can't help but tilt upward slightly.
"Your Excellency, you are here at my invitation. I wonder why the three of you are here?" Zhongli gently took out the handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Yingmei at the table. He then pointed his finger at his cheek and motioned for her to wipe the lip marks on her face. Lose.
"We are here for the salt of the earth..." Paimon's eyes fell on the exquisite pastries beside the dining table, and he almost said the reason why he came to the Pearl Boat without any precautions. Fortunately, the traveler used the powder with powder in time. Angrily, Paimon covered his mouth with a handkerchief and continued following the words of emergency food: "...I just heard that Mr. Zhongli is here and wanted to come over to join in the fun." The girl in a short coat sitting next to Zhongli pushed. The glasses on the bridge of his nose suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.
She was the contact person of Yinyuan Hall named Wanyan, and the manager Ning Lan also informed her about the entrustment in advance.
"Mr. Zhongli, are these two your friends?" There were too many strangers present, and Wanyan also pretended to greet the travelers as if they were meeting for the first time.
"Well, I was fortunate enough to meet Mr. Famas some time ago. Both of them are well-informed people, and I feel quite comfortable getting along with them."
"Mr. Zhongli is so humble..." Wanyan and Zhongli began to compliment each other. Dadalia, who was sitting at the table, yawned exaggeratedly. He seemed to have no interest in these scenes and turned his head to look at the people on the Pearl Boat. All the furnishings, as well as the maids playing piano and music.
Water entertainment facilities like Zhutian Fang cannot be created even in the climate and environment of the winter country. His hometown is too cold. The wind mixed with ice and snow blows like a knife. A pot of boiling water poured out of the window will become an ice pick. , not to mention the sea, just boarding the deck leisurely is a great achievement.
It would be even more ridiculous to imagine that Mr. Zhongli could brew a pot of good tea as comfortably as he does now, put a few exquisite refreshments in front of him, and chat and laugh with others.
Dadalia came here to collect debts. On weekdays, places with fireworks like Zhutianfang are not even as interesting to him as the Qiuqiu people digging in the ground on the roadside. But after all, he works for the Northland Bank. .
His target was a certain debtor who had played tricks on the transaction. The violation of the contract caused Beiguo Bank to lose a large amount of due profits, so this alternative debt collection job fell on the executive who had not yet left Liyue.
Although Liyue Port currently has a poor reputation among fools, it still maintains basic respect for its country's executives.
So Dadalia took the invitation letter from the Northland Bank and boarded the boat. However, from some clues provided by the bodyguard of the boat, Dadalia learned that the debtor with the loan had already been deceived by the beauty of the boat. After all the money was consumed, even the bones were swallowed by the boat.
In other words, the debtor Dadalia was looking for may have died under the sea where the Pearl Boat was docked.
It's just that things that seem quite scary in the eyes of others are not so in the eyes of Dadalia. The originally boring place of looking for flowers and willows suddenly has a bit of inexplicable meaning, which is at least comparable to half of the Qiuqiu people's camps. .
More importantly, he saw Zhongli on the boat.
"What an unreasonable winter person!" A middle-aged scholar named Yixuan with a goatee at the table said, complaining about Dadalia's exaggerated actions.
"Where were we talking about just now... Oh yes, the Rock King Emperor in history..."
"Are you interested in hearing about this traveler in a foreign land?" After everyone introduced each other, Yixuan waved to call the maid on the boat, and warmly invited the traveler and Famas to sit down and join the discussion.
Yingmei nodded and took her seat, and suddenly noticed that Dadalia also sat upright, seeming to be quite interested in the past events of the Rock King. Yixuan, who had just spoken, seemed to be very satisfied with the young executive's actions and raised his head proudly.
"As a professional archaeologist, I think Mr. Zhongli has completely underestimated the power of Lord Yan. I'm afraid I need to correct some of his views..." Before the battle of [Sunshine Port], if the traveler heard Zhongli belittle him Even if you don't believe the words of the Rock King's divine power, you will listen patiently to the end out of politeness.
But after the trip to Beiguo Bank, several people present knew the true identity of Mr. Ke Qing, and if the historian named Yixuan knew that the Emperor Yanwang he talked about was sitting in front of him, I am afraid he would not be able to act like he is now. Such rhetoric, right?
"He, he actually... maybe no one knows better than him..." Seeing that the middle-aged uncle was about to show off his knowledge, Yingmei reminded him in a low voice, while Paimon nodded slightly in agreement.
"Huh? Stranger, why do you think no one knows better than Zhongli?"
"Mr. Zhongli is indeed knowledgeable, but it does not mean that he understands everything, especially when it comes to the Rock King." The person who refuted the traveler's words was another younger scholar, who was stranger than Zhongli. Such a narrative, Hanxue as a positivist school still agrees more with Yixuan's statement.
Zhongli ignored these questioning voices and remained as calm and indifferent as usual.
"We are discussing the whereabouts of the first Mora in history."
"The first Mora in history?" Paimeng's eyes glanced at Zhongli unconsciously, but Yixuan didn't notice the expression of this little flying creature at all. He was immersed in his own emotions, while Wanyan beside him was Don't hesitate to introduce basic information to foreigners.
"As we all know, under the guidance of Lord Yan, the ancestors of Liyue smelted ore and used the initial goods to trade with other countries in the world. Today, Liyue has the sole right to cast Mora in the entire continent."
"And the first mola in the world was probably cast by Prince Yan himself thousands of years ago."
"Based on my research... and a little bit of speculation, I think this historic mola may have been secretly passed down as a token.
"For example, the Seven Stars in charge of Liyue, will there be any rituals unknown to outsiders before taking office..." Hearing this, Dadalia sneered loudly, and Wan was interrupted. Yan immediately turned his head and glared at him.
"Your Excellency Dadalia, I respect you as Mr. Zhongli's friend. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can speak out and there is no need to make such a move."
"You want to add a little more speculation?" Dadalia stretched out her voice and repeated Wan Yan's words.
"Isn't it just a wild guess without mentioning the facts, and you actually have the nerve to say it?"
"You!" Wan Yan gritted her teeth and tried to retort. The traveler couldn't bear to look at her and turned her head away. Zhongli also cleared his throat: "Ahem, Dadalia, enough is enough."
"I'm just expressing my opinion." The young executive stopped speaking angrily and spread his hands to indicate that he would not talk to him again.
"So, does Miss Wanyan have any conclusive evidence?" Zhongli raised his hand in vain, the yellow jade ring shining brightly under the light.
"No...he is right. Most of the research is indeed my guess." Wan Yan turned her face away unwillingly, lowering her head and not looking at Zhongli.
