Chapter 42 Conflict and Want to Go Home
As if it was just an illusion, the light blue stripes and beautiful antlers disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Dadalia frowned, somewhat doubting her eyes.
Is that... an illusion?
Mr. Ran has antlers on his head? Why...
Before he could think carefully about the situation and the surprise that seemed like an illusion, the person opposite him had already spoken. He raised his lips slightly and asked himself slowly:
"What is Mr. Tadalia doing behind this kitchen?"
Tartaglia raised her eyebrows, her face relaxed, but she never put away the spear in her hand.
Everything in front of me was so natural. The person opposite me was as gentle and polite as usual, with a soft tone, as if we were just greeting each other in the Diqing Pavilion in the afternoon.
He paused, then replied casually as usual: "The scenery here is nice and clean enough, I'm just strolling around."
Yiran: "Hmm...but why did I hear someone mention the Immortal Ancestor Falu?"
That's right. The person who was speaking is still lying on the ground as if he is dying.
Tartaglia glanced at the person on the ground beside her:
"Mr. Ran, maybe you heard it wrong. We are just guests from a foreign country. Why would we need the immortal body of the Rock King?"
He asked in return: "Why is Mr. Ran here? Why did he knock my men to the ground?"
With a look of doubt on his face:
"I just heard some noise and came to see if the lady on the ground had fainted... This is none of Bai's business. When I came over, she was already lying on the ground."
Yiran threw his arms aside and could only imitate the way Dardalia spoke: "I am just a small merchant, how could I have the ability to hurt a foreign friend like this?"
“…”
So what? Such a big person was lying on the ground, and the other party ignored him for so long. It wasn't because he was knocked down by the other party. Could it be that he was just young and fell asleep right away? ?
Even if Yiran imitated Tartaglia and pretended to be stupid and lied with his eyes open, in fact, the two of them had already thought clearly about the current situation from the seemingly meaningless confrontation.
For Tartaglia, the only thing that is still confusing is - is Mr. Ran really an immortal? ?
After calming down, Tartaglia still had some doubts about what she saw at the beginning.
According to intelligence, aren't all immortals living in seclusion in the mountains around Jueyunjian? Why are there immortals in Liyue Harbor?
Still such a person who has deep contact with humanity.
A merchant who can bring Mora to a level similar to the Executive [Rich Man]'s deposit in Liyue? ?
Although he admitted that it was impossible to guess the other party's identity as an immortal, it was indeed a bit inconsiderate to judge Mr. Wu Ran's strength without testing him.
Even if it is an immortal whose ability is to heal injuries, his fighting power should not be underestimated.
Dadalia wondered, what if... Mr. Ran was really an immortal.
The Liyue Immortals have guarded Liyue for thousands of years and have a deep friendship with the Emperor. As a "rising star" who has just arrived in Liyue Harbor and competes with the Seven Stars for the business market——
It is highly unlikely that he is more inclined towards humans and the Seven Stars than the Emperor.
In addition, he witnessed the death of the Emperor not long ago and was detained as a suspect by the Thousand Rocks Army, so it was impossible for him to have a good impression of them. It was good enough that he did not get angry and flatten the entire Liyue Harbor, let alone cooperate with the Seven Stars.
Now that the other party sees that I am targeting the Emperor's Immortal Body, it is normal for them to take action to stop me...
Facing that gentle smiling face, Tartaglia pursed her lips——
What's wrong?
Where on earth was the Immortal Ancestor Fa Ling placed?
What did his men want to say just now?
Facing the death of the Emperor, why was Yiran so calm?
Why was it so easy to get rid of suspicion?
Is it really impossible that the collaborator of Qixing is this immortal?
Seeing that Tartaglia hadn't spoken for a long time, Yiran asked again:
"Well, since Mr. Tadalia is a frequent customer of my store, I will save this fainted fool. Without Doctor Bai here, I don't have to go to the closet to find Qiqi for medicine."
The mist spread out again along with Yiran's gesture, evenly covering the fainted fools.
The masked woman slowly came to her senses. The painful and purple wounds from bumping into the ground slowly healed, and she even felt an unprecedented comfort and coolness.
She stood up, shook her head, and tried to regain her consciousness, then recognized the current situation.
She looked at the orange-haired man not far away, bowed quickly, and said hesitantly: "Master."
Dardalia continued to ask in front of the immortal without fear of death: "Do you remember what you just said?"
"I mean..."
The Fool opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She suddenly looked, as if she had forgotten something she was doing, and couldn't remember why she fainted.
really.
Tartaglia was very bored and waved his hand casually:
"Back off, it's none of your business. Go back and think about it carefully."
But he knew that the other party would never remember it.
The only possibility that could have caused this was the mist from the man in front of her, and Tartaglia shuddered.
He once actually thought that the other party was weak, but unfortunately, an immortal is still an immortal after all.
People say that the former Fools' executives are as powerful as gods, but in fact, being able to enter this group also represents absolute strength, including him. Every day and night of fighting in the abyss is his precious battle fortune.
If he were a normal immortal who was good at fighting, he would definitely not be afraid at all. At this time, he would most likely take out his weapons and fight with the opponent. If necessary, he would even borrow the power of the Queen to kill the opponent. After all, the Seven Stars would restrict their actions, and so would the immortals.
But the opponent's methods are obviously different from ordinary combat methods. Whether it is weakness or memory loss, it seems that they all rely on the water mist to erode through the air.
He was not really a fool. Before he figured out a way to fight against the water mist, he would never rush in recklessly.
There is another point that Dadalia is reluctant to admit. He has always been a person who values emotions and family.
However, due to his passion for life-and-death battles and his constant missions for the Queen, he has few friends.
And Fenrir is one of the few monsters who doesn't mind cooperating with him in a brutal fight, is strong enough, agrees with his ideas and is still willing to get along with him...
During that time, the aroma of tea wafting from the antique shop, the cozy atmosphere, and the young man who learned everything he was told, are indeed some good memories.
Based on his understanding of Fincher, he might go crazy if Mr. Ran died.
Tartaglia's fingers moved, as if she was ready to use the momentum to flip over the railing and temporarily evacuate this place.
Yiran saw through Tartaglia's thoughts, but did not stop her. He just asked:
"Are you still planning to continue searching for the whereabouts of Immortal Ancestor Fagui?"
Dadalia translated this sentence as a threat from the immortal.
Yiran: "Unfortunately, it's just a useless body. Although I don't know why the fools are obsessed with a corpse, the Seven Stars have long been on guard against the fools. If you insist on looking for it, I'm afraid you won't have any chance."
The Heart of God was not in there to begin with, and the ancestral magic was still useful to me, Yiran thought.
The other party seemed to be just giving her gentle advice. Tartaglia relaxed a little and frowned as she thought... a useless shell?
Yiran looked at his silly colleague and said something suggestive:
"If you have any other purpose...
The immortals of Liyue and the Seven Stars are not as incompatible as you believe. If you have other purposes, I'm afraid the immortals will not let you do whatever you want."
It would be better to think of more ways to improve your "Bai Wu Ji Zhu" talisman.
It was another warning. Dadalia paused, trying to brush it off first.
"Mr. Lao Ran, please don't worry about this. The Fatui have always been well behaved in Liyue Harbor and will not do anything excessive."
...be law-abiding?
How can fools keep quiet when they blink their eyes? This is an important villain in the main storyline of the game.
The Abyss Order has stopped causing trouble in Liyue to avoid their princess' brother. If the Fatui don't cause trouble, who else will?
For the time being, let's also consider the misunderstood image of the immortal.
Yi Ran was disappointed: "...Oh."
?What kind of reaction is this?
...In this case, shouldn't Mr. Ran say something like "That would be great" or "This is the best"?
Why does it sound like disappointment?
Tartaglia suspected that she was also having an ear illusion.
"That's right."
Changing the topic:
"It seems Mr. Tadalia still owes me a promise."
He got straight to the point: "If you need to fight that foreign traveler in the future, please bring Finrich with you."
What was this request? Dardalia did not understand the motivation and logic behind this request.
Why does the other party feel that he must fight with the golden retriever, and why should he help himself fight the traveler who is obviously more confused, being used as a pawn by several forces, but has a more upright character?
But after all, it was something he had promised before, and although having one more person would affect his combat experience, it would still be an extra help, so Tartaglia agreed to the request.
Perhaps it was because the two of them were talking loudly behind the back room. After Dadalia agreed to her promise, light footsteps were faintly heard around the corner.
The view behind the bush house is much wider. Behind the railing is a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff is accumulated water connected to the sea. A dozen meters away is the mountain.
Dadalia can run, but she may not be discovered.
Without hesitation, the next second, the air was filled with mist, and Dadalia's eyes froze, and her body suddenly became weak.
A flash of white suddenly appeared before his eyes, and he only felt the back of his clothes being gently lifted up, and then his head became dizzy, the space gradually distorted, and the two people suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Bai Zhu slowly turned around the side of the house and looked at the empty space.
The light blue water vapor had almost completely disappeared under the sunlight, but Changsheng still moved his body slightly and stretched his head and neck forward.
"Hmm... it is indeed the same power as the mist in your body before."
Bai Zhu nodded thoughtfully.
Thanks to his keen perception of his own body, he felt a little weak just by getting close to here.
He remembered the large amount of medicine that Ningguang had arranged for him to buy.
That immortal has also taken action, so is the conflict in Liyue Harbor going to escalate?
…
Three bowls are not enough.
Sora laid on the table and said unhappily:
"Ah... why can I only eat sake-brewed dumplings... I just look a little smaller..."
Zhong Li smiled and said, "Haha, the wine-brewed dumplings are the signature dish of Sanwanbuguogang. The boss here always likes to advertise it."
The boss who was serving the dishes heard the customer's words and added loudly:
"Three bowls of pure wine and rice balls will make you reluctant to leave the port!"
Paimon picked up the slime coconut jelly that he got from Qiqi and said, "But I still want to try the brewed slime on the menu."
Zhong Li: "In fact, the taste of the two is basically similar, but the flavor of brewed slime is more diverse and richer in layers."
He thought for a moment and said, "For example, I once tried a new product from Xinyuexuan, red date wine-brewed slime.
Some ingredients such as wolfberry and longan are added in it. The texture is soft and glutinous, and the soup is sweet. If you want to try it, I recommend the one with fire slime gel as the raw material. It has a unique warmth that can even penetrate the body. It is sweet and warms the stomach. It is perfect for winter."
Paimon thought about it, although it sounds a bit too healthy...
But if the environment is really too cold, I guess you would still be so happy that you would never forget it if you could taste a bowl of it.
"Mmmm~"
Suddenly, a strange sound was heard, and two fluffy little hands climbed onto the dining table. The pot poked its head out and made cheerful sounds of approval, seeming very happy.
Zhong Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's you."
Xiangling sneaked out from behind Zhongli, holding a bowl of freshly brewed osmanthus wine-brewed slime in her hand, her eyes sparkling.
She put the plate on the table and said to Zhong Li with great energy, "Mr. Zhong Li, please try the brewed slime I made."
She put her hands together and made a begging gesture, seeming a little troubled: "I heard you mention the new product of Xinyuexuan before, so I wanted to make one to try... Unfortunately, I always felt that something was missing and it didn't give me the feeling I wanted."
Zhong Li put down the tea in his hand:
"I still trust Chef Xiangling's cooking skills, but as for the new dish at Xinyuexuan, the service staff there said that it was because they purchased a large amount of slime gel, so they came with a recipe, and the boss also provided corresponding cooking instructions, so they were able to make a slime dish with a good taste."
Sora interrupted, "The other boss... is also saying the same thing?"
Zhongli nodded.
really.
Paimon looked at the dessert in his hand and started thinking about how much Mora he should save to buy enough Slime Gel and let Yiran give him a few collector's edition recipes.
Kong saw through Paimon's mental activity at a glance.
You can complain silently from a distance, but in the end you still have to do it yourself.
Xiangling thought for a moment:
"Hmm... Mr. Ran, Wanmintang has also had a long-term cooperation with Mr. Ran's Slime Farm, although its scale is not as large as Xinyuexuan..."
Paimon: "It's okay. Yiran is a very nice person. If you want to bring some food to ask Mr. Ran for his opinion, he will definitely not refuse you."
Sora nodded.
Xiangling: "That's true. I've met that gentleman a few times. I remember that he was very gentle and it seemed like he was easy to get along with."
"In that case... I'll find an opportunity to visit you in person someday."
After the three of them tasted the food Xiangling had prepared and gave their opinions, the storyteller clapped his head, unfolded his folding fan, and spoke in a high-spirited manner about the noble Tianquan and the palace suspended in the sky, the Qun Yu Pavilion, which no one would ignore as long as they entered Liyue.
When Kong recovered from the exciting echo, he saw the girl's long pursuit on the roof not far away.
"I finally found you, the one who returned from Jueyunjian."
"I am here only as Miss Ningguang's special envoy to invite you... to that palace in the sky."
…
Because of the silly nature of a certain lamb.
During the time that Kong is trying to figure out how to get to Qun Yu Pavilion, the main storyline is temporarily at a standstill here.
Yiran fell into the pleasant daily routine of doing nothing, shopping, lying down and enjoying life.
Most of his business affairs have been handed over to trusted subordinates, but there are always some extremely patient and sincere businessmen who repeatedly invite him to banquets to seek opportunities for cooperation, but he has no choice but to accept the invitation.
Fortunately, an idle emperor would occasionally appear on the Zhudian Boat.
Dinner parties are always a good way to quickly build relationships among Liyue people.
As the saying goes, a full glass of wine is a sign of respect, while a full glass of tea is a sign of deception.
According to traditional table etiquette, when pouring tea, you should pour it 70% full, and when pouring white wine, you should fill it up without overflowing.
Facing the pinnacle of power in Liyue for thousands of years, Yiran, who was extremely familiar with commercial wine bureaus, would always subconsciously use the highest standard etiquette when facing this emperor.
But Zhong Li, aware of the intense stares and helpless smiles of the many businessmen at the table, still adjusted the details of his movements unwillingly.
You Ran's attitude towards Zhong Li was clearly stated on the table, and as a shrewd businessman, no one would fail to read his expression, so Zhong Li lowered his glass to toast.
The drinks and comfortable conversation on the table quickly brought the two closer together.
From business operations to national economic development, from street food to fine dining, from the rules of divine governance to the gradual transfer of power, the depth and breadth of the two people's topics are amazing.
It was not easy to meet such a friend with whom I shared the same values and temperament, and both of us cherished this leisure time at the table.
Zhongli's way of addressing Yiran also smoothly evolved from Mr. Ran to Bai Yiran.
This is the only name and surname he has ever known since his original world.
The banquet was almost coming to an end, and most of the guests on the ship had already left. Yiran and Zhongli were still drinking leisurely in a corner of the ship.
I turned my head and looked at the vast, sparkling sea. The white moon was reflected in the water, constantly breaking and reorganizing with the waves.
Zhongli looked at Yiran, who was already half drunk. His blue eyes, as hazy as the moon, were unfocused, but inexplicably concealed a kind of concentration, longing and confusion that was almost familiar to him and he could empathize with him.
It's like walking alone for a long time, and when I want to stop and have a drink, I find that my old friend is gone.
But at least I can still revisit the old place and reminisce.
But the longing hidden in those eyes seemed so far away that it could never be touched again.
The moon is right in front of him, but in his memory, what are the scenes and people shrouded by the moon like?
Perhaps it was because the other party was much more comfortable with Liyue than Sora, who was also a traveler from outer space, Zhongli almost forgot that the other party had an aura that was not obscured by fate.
But Zhongli understood that for humans, their hometown filled with memories will always be their unique roots.
He asked curiously:
"What is that world like for you?"
Yiran thought for a moment, then said in a fluctuating tone:
"That world... is also a world full of humans, without elements, without gods, and without... the rules of heaven.
Humans survived on their own, formed groups, and established nations.
My country is very similar to Liyue, both in terms of cultural heritage and historical depth.
Just like this place, she has also experienced a lot. No matter whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, people will always use their own strength to bear and defeat it.
Just like here, there are also many heroes who firmly guard the land they love and every home behind them.
Just like here, it’s peaceful, safe and fun.”
Yiran did not mention those unpleasant memories that belonged to him alone. Instead, with a smile on his face, he slowly told the emperor of another world about his longing for and love for that country.
Zhongli listened silently and took a sip of the wine in his hand.
"That's exactly how I imagine Liyue will always be."
Yiran looked at Zhongli and said, "It's already here."
“Humans are strong, but also fragile. Perhaps it is because of the Emperor that Liyue has always been Liyue.”
“But even without the Emperor, this land is already soaked with too many Liyue souls. No matter what happens, Liyue will always be Liyue.”
Zhong Li smiled and said, "That's good."
At least that country that did not belong to this world had given him enough confidence.
He thought, maybe he could really try to let go.
"If I have the chance, I really want to go and take a look..."
Under what circumstances would the civilizations of the two worlds be highly similar? Zhong Li pondered silently, becoming more and more curious about the world described by Yiran.
Yiran held his head up and responded in a low voice:
"If there is a chance, I would also like to take Zhong Li back to have a look."
Not knowing what he was thinking of, he suddenly smiled softly:
“People there will definitely like you.”
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