Chapter 29 Please bless Prince Xianyan Xiaobai is very good and doesn’t know anything...

The next morning, the antique shop was still peaceful and tranquil. The aroma of pine smoke and tea drifted over all the antiques on the wooden shelves, lingering and permeating like a lover.

The light shines through the gaps in the leaves of the big tree at the door and falls onto the window, adding a perfect touch of brightness to the dark and gloomy colors of the store.

Yiran was waiting on a wooden chair next to the counter. There was a cup of hot tea on the table. The rising steam filled her eyes, which were as light blue as mist.

Those eyes were calm and indifferent, and seemed to be looking at something more empty and deeper through the dusty lines of light in front of them.

Suddenly, a strange deep purple crack appeared abruptly in the light, accompanied by a low drum sound, and the crack continued to expand and tear.

A staggering orange figure leaped out from space, his arms were covered with bloody marks from sharp claws, his clothes were torn to shreds, his legs were obviously unstable, and he even felt weak the moment he landed, but he quickly stood up again.

The next second, Finnicke also fell out of space, heading straight for Tartaglia's back. Perhaps a whole night of fighting had triggered his conditioned reflex, Tartaglia suddenly turned around and wanted to swing his hands.

But he reacted immediately and caught the boy who was equally weak, with his eyes closed and a black wound on his cheek. He then picked up the clothing by the back of Fenrie's neck and put it on the ground with a frown.

Looking at the two wounded men, Yiran stood up and spoke slowly with a feeling of relief:

"It seems like your relationship has improved a lot after fighting all night."

...He had indeed been waiting for a long time, and had been worried about what would happen if he injured his big dog or a useful colleague.

Tartaglia forced a smile and said, "He is indeed a very good opponent."

The appearance of the huge and oppressive golden king beast shocked him a little, but it was also expected. He knew from the beginning that this level of abyss power existed in Fenric's body.

The fight was never a one-on-one one. There were a large number of other monsters of various types behind the space rift. The sense of déjà vu even forced him to open the Demon King's Armor, making his blood boil.

But the only drawback is that Finnish Martial does seem to have retained his humanity. Whenever his life is in danger due to an attack, the opponent will retract his claws in time. But fortunately, once he shows signs of a fatal counterattack, Finnish Martial will not hold back again.

The brown-haired boy opened his tired eyes and looked at Yiran seriously.

"Shiro, making friends is fun."

Dadalia paused, somewhat surprised that this monster had the same train of thought as herself, then nodded in agreement.

If it is truly fundamentally different from a monster, then there is nothing wrong in calling it a friend before we become enemies due to differences of opinion.

"Just be happy."

Yiran smiled helplessly, and a large amount of mist floated up from his hands, covering the entire room and gathering around the two of them.

Along with the warm breath, the wounds on the two men gradually healed, and the weakness after opening the Demon King Armor and being corroded by the abyss was also stripped away from Tartaglia.

It turns out to be a treatment, Tartaglia understood. No wonder he needed the close protection of this Finnish creature.

And... Dadalia narrowed his eyes. The healing effect of Yiran's Eye of God was more powerful than he had ever seen before.

The evil eye is made from the remains of the demon god. Not only can the opponent's water mist completely offset the negative effects of the evil eye, it can even purify the negative effects of the abyss erosion.

If such people could join the Fatui, it might be of great help to the Ice Queen's plan...

Forget it, Dadalia planned. Since the other party is from Liyue and has the protection of Fenrir, at least we should build a good relationship with him first, and then find a way to slowly persuade him to defect.

Of course this is just an attempt. It doesn't matter if I can't do it. I have more important tasks to do anyway.

"Then I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Yiran was totally unaware and spoke gently.

Finnicke regained his strength, turned back into a floating object, flew to Yiran's side, and wagged his tail to welcome Tartaglia.

This was exactly what Tartaglia wanted. He nodded naturally and said, "Okay, I will come here often in the future."

…

Things turned out exactly as Dadalia had promised.

During the period before the Summoning Immortal Ceremony, the Young Master of the Fatui, Dadalia, often visited the antique shop opened by Yiran, the president of the Songlan Chamber of Commerce, at the end of Liyue Harbor Street, and he would stay in the shop for quite a while each time.

This news entered the eyes of the General Affairs Department of Liyue Port without reservation, and was finally presented to Tianquan Ningguang's desk.

"The Fatui...Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce..."

Ningguang frowned, and her tone was somewhat suppressed and heavy.

Miss Qin, the acting leader of the neighboring country Mond, had just reminded herself not long ago: The Fools are plotting against the hearts of the other six gods.

At this critical moment when the annual Summoning Immortal Ceremony is about to begin, the Fatui Executive Officer [Young Master] who has been wandering around Liyue Harbor is unexpectedly involved with the President of the Liyue Chamber of Commerce, who has extraordinary means and whose background cannot be found out at all.

And the only background information about the businessman came from the Northland Bank...it was really hard for her not to think too much.

"It seems that... whether Mr. Yiran will pose a threat to Liyue needs to be re-evaluated."

Hopefully, in this game between her and the fools, the chips won't all be on that side.

It's not that Tartaglia didn't notice those messy spies from various forces, but unfortunately he didn't care. He was still considering whether to tell Yiran about the noble and great ideals of the Ice Queen.

Of course, it would be best if Qixing could completely push Yiran's position to the side of the Fools and tie them together.

Yiran didn't do anything. He stayed in the store from time to time these two days, watching the excitement and supervising Dadalia's patient and reluctant verbal instruction to Finrichel.

Fortunately, Finric was a quick learner with great enthusiasm. Unlike a real child like Tok whose attention was easily distracted, this kind of teaching even gave Dardalia a sense of accomplishment in training new recruits.

In addition, Yiran still has time to stroll around the streets.

While tapping the fan, Xiangling from Wanmin Hall unconditionally shared her recipe for slime gel.

He told the storyteller from Sanwanbuguogang about the rural secret history of Emperor Yanwang that he had learned.

Fishing with Uncle Tian at the pier and discussing your fishing experience.

In the end, he even ended up on the blacklist of the owner of the gambling stall, Shitou, and was politely asked to leave the area...

The white-haired man's movements were casual and capricious. His figure was all over Liyue Harbor during these two days, but he did not happen to meet Mr. Zhongli, who was also an idle and lazy person.

Perhaps the other party is busy with a more important transaction.

Or maybe he was preparing a grand death announcement for tomorrow's ceremony to summon the immortals.

Yi Ran thought.

The traveler from another world finally arrived at the brink of death.

"Wow! Today is actually the Immortal Invitation Ceremony?! It was so dangerous, we almost missed it!!! Sora! Let's find out where to participate!"

Paimon grabbed the blond boy's arm and dragged him towards a crowded place on the street.

"!!Walk!"

On the Yujing Terrace, the crowd was in an uproar. Many people stood beside the incense burner, muttering to themselves as they faced the rising incense smoke.

Ningguang stood beside the tribute in the center, waiting for the auspicious moment to come. She clenched her hands and calmly observed the bustling scene around her.

Not far away, the white-haired man standing on the edge of Yujingtai attracted her attention... He should be the president of Songlan Chamber of Commerce.

Ningguang narrowed her eyes and observed secretly.

The other person had a gentle smile on his face and was talking to a wealthy businessman from Liyue who came over to chat with him, his eyes full of patience.

Even though he quickly managed to withdraw from such social interactions and walked towards the incense burners placed around, the wealthy businessman who was freed was obviously still admiring the man's gentleness and kindness.

A strong sense of déjà vu.

Just like how she behaves when facing the public in business transactions.

“…”

Although she inexplicably resonated with the other party's behavior, Ningguang still rationally felt that at this critical moment, she needed to arrange her men to keep a close eye on this person's actions.

There is no room for error.

On the other side, Yiran looked at the screen beside him.

The barrage started refreshing after a long absence.

"This Yujing Terrace is really difficult to climb"

"? Did you climb up here? Not by stairs?"

"Is the wish I made today really effective? Is that true? Let me get some of the magic."

"Lord Rock bless me, I wish Venti and Klee will not go astray!"

"Make a Wish Little Yibai"

"Hurry up, Ishiro! I want to draw!! (Crawling in the dark)"

"Ten consecutive double golds!"

"Lord Rock! Please grant me the teaching qualification and level 4, please let me pass, please."

"It lights up, it lights up, it must be useful!"

"Is cyber metaphysics popular nowadays..."

"The first draw after the server launch is Ningguang."

"Oh, there are beast-shaped immortals in Liyue! The half-scale, half-dragon emperor! Furui control ecstasy"

"Isn't that a lot of people in Liyue are in control of the economy?"

"Okay!"

Paimon opened his eyes and lowered his clasped hands.

"I've made a wish! Huh, I wonder if it will come true."

Sora crossed his arms and said, "Paimon, you didn't wish for lots of delicious food, did you?"

Paimon immediately retorted: "How is that possible! How can I make such a cheesy wish?"

She folded her arms and said proudly:

"Since we are making a wish to the Rock King, then he must bless us to make a fortune! That way we can buy lots of delicious food!"

Sora choked.

In Paimon's eyes, Lord Geo is only the God of Wealth... and he's still thinking about food!

Just as the two were about to head to the next incense burner, Paimon suddenly widened his eyes and pushed Kong with his little hand:

"Look! Is that person..."

Empty Footsteps paused for a second, and looked towards the distance at the long-haired man who was standing next to the incense burner with his eyes closed, his temperament out of tune with the surroundings.

From the player's perspective, it is a long-haired man whose modeling does not fit in with the surroundings.

"Hiss... my husband whom I haven't seen for 800 years, finally...!"

"He's so handsome!"

"Brother!!! Please tell me where Yibai went!!"

"We accidentally killed your brother."

"He has his eyes closed. How can we..."

"Brother, what color sack do you like?"

"Light blue, I think it's suitable."

"What is Ran thinking? He seems to be really serious about making a wish."

As he raised his head, the man's hair on his ears gradually slid down to his forehead, and he slowly opened his blue eyes that were filled with countless stars and tenderness.

He looked at the lit incense burner in front of him and thought silently:

If I were in Teyvat, I would always be a citizen of Liyue.

Will Lord Yan bless him to fulfill his promise and find his way home?