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 confused, 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.
達達利亞能跑，但是不一定不會被發現。
一然沒有猶豫，下一秒水汽彌漫，達達利亞的眸色一凝，身體果然瞬間虛弱了下去。
一抹白色突然閃現到眼前，他只感到自己的後頸衣飾被溫柔提起，然後伴随着頭腦的昏沉，空間逐漸扭曲，兩人驟然消失在了原地。
白術慢慢從屋側拐了過來，看向空無一物的場地。
淡藍的水汽已經幾乎徹底消解在了陽光之下，但長生還是輕輕動了動身體，向前伸長了頭頸部分的軀體。
“嗯……确實是和之前你身體裏的水霧一樣的力量呢。”
白術若有所思的點點頭。
憑借他對自己身體敏銳的感知程度，只是靠近這裏，身體就微微虛弱了一點。
他想起了自己被凝光安排大量購置的傷藥。
那位仙人也出手了，所以說，璃月港裏的沖突要加劇了嗎？
……
三碗不過港。
空淺趴在桌子上，不滿地說道：
“啊……為什麽我只能吃酒釀圓子啊……明明我只是身體看起來小了點……”
鐘離笑了笑：“哈哈，酒釀圓子也算是三碗不過港的招牌了，這裏的老板也總是喜歡為它打廣告。”
一旁上菜的老板聽到客人的話，高聲補充：
“純正酒釀圓子，三碗包您不舍出港！”
派蒙撈着從七七那裏順來的史萊姆椰奶凍，說道：“可我還是挺想嘗嘗菜單裏的酒釀史萊姆的。”
鐘離：“兩者其實咬起來口感上基本類似，只是酒釀史萊姆的味道種類更多一些，層次會更豐富一些。”
他想了想：“比如我曾經嘗過新月軒的一種新品，紅棗酒釀史萊姆。
裏面還填加了一些枸杞、桂圓之類的食材，口感軟糯，湯品甜潤，如果你們想嘗試的話，我更推薦選擇火史萊姆凝液作為原料的那一種，帶着獨特的暖意，那種溫度甚至仿佛能浸入身體，香甜暖胃，在冬天來一碗再合适不過了。”
派蒙腦補了一下，雖然聽起來似乎有些太過養生了……
但如果真的環境太冷的話，能嘗一碗估計還是會幸福到此生難忘吧。
“嚕嚕嚕~”
一陣奇怪的聲音突然響起，兩只毛絨絨的小手扒上了餐桌，鍋巴探出了頭，歡快地發出贊同的聲音，似乎很高興。
鐘離愣了愣，随即一笑：“是你啊。”
香菱從鐘離身後竄了出來，手裏端着一份剛煮好的桂花酒釀史萊姆，兩只眼睛閃閃發亮。
她把盤子放在了桌子上，充滿元氣的對鐘離說道：“鐘離先生，麻煩你也嘗嘗我做的酒釀史萊姆吧。”
她雙手合十，做出拜托的動作，似乎有些煩惱：“之前聽你提起過新月軒的新品，我就也想做一份出來嘗嘗……可惜總感覺缺了點什麽，達不到我想要的感覺。”
鐘離放下手中的茶：
“香菱大廚的手藝我還是信任的，但要說起新月軒的那道新菜品，據那裏的服務人員說，是因為進購了大量的史萊姆凝液，所以被附贈了一張相關菜譜，再加上對方老板還有提供相應的烹饪指導，所以才能做出口感上佳的史萊姆菜品。”
空插話道：“對方老板……也是說一然？”
鐘離點點頭。
果然。
派蒙看着手裏的甜品，腦海中已經開始思索要攢多少摩拉才能買到足夠的史萊姆凝液，讓一然也送給自己幾張珍藏版菜譜。
空一眼看破派蒙的心理活動。
隔空默默吐槽，最後還不是得讓自己做。
香菱想了想：
“唔……然先生呀，萬民堂也和然先生的史萊姆牧場有長期的合作，雖然體量是比不上新月軒啦……”
派蒙：“沒關系，一然人很好的，如果你想帶着食物去詢問然先生的意見，他肯定不會拒絕你。”
空點點頭。
香菱：“這倒是，我也和那位先生接觸過幾次，印象裏說話都很溫和，感覺确實很好相處。”
“既然這樣……之後我也找個機會親自去拜訪一趟吧。”
等三人嘗過香菱做的食物，給出各自的意見後，說書人也拍起了醒木，展開折扇，氣勢昂揚地說起了那位尊貴的天權，談起那座只要進入璃月就一定不會忽視的、懸于天上的宮殿——群玉閣。
等空從激蕩的回響中緩過神來，不遠處的屋頂上已經迎來了少女久久的追尋。
“終于找到你了，絕雲間歸來之人。”
“此行我只作為凝光小姐的特別使者，邀請你……前往那座天上的宮殿。”
……
因為某位小羊的天然呆屬性。
在空尋找到到底該如何前往群玉閣的這段時間裏，主線劇情算是暫且停滞在了這裏。
一然又陷入了無所事事逛街躺平享受生活的愉快日常。
他的大部分商業事宜已經交給了值得信任的手下，但總是會有一些極富耐心又誠意十足的商人反複邀請他參與宴席，尋找合作的機會，一然無奈應邀。
但好在珠钿舫上偶爾也會刷新一只無所事事的帝君。
飯局總是一種璃月人之間可以快速拉進關系的不錯手段。
俗話說酒滿敬人，茶滿欺人。
在傳統的飯桌禮儀上，倒茶要倒七分滿，倒白酒要滿而不溢。
面對璃月數千年來權力的頂峰，對商業酒局異常熟悉的一然總會下意識的用最高規格的标準禮儀面對這位帝君。
但意識到酒桌上衆多商人一雙一雙緊盯的目光與無奈淺笑的鐘離，一然還是不樂意的調整了自己的動作細節。
有一然對鐘離的态度擺在桌面上，一衆精明的商人也不會有人看不懂臉色，讓鐘離低杯敬酒。
桌上的對飲和令人舒适的談話極快拉進了兩人的距離。
從商業經營到國家經濟發展，從街頭美食到精致餐品，從神明治理的規則到逐漸加深的權利轉移，兩人的話題無論是深度還是廣度都令人驚嘆。
好不容易遇到這樣一位價值觀和氣質都異常合得來的朋友，兩人都很珍惜這段酒桌上的閑暇時間。
鐘離對一然的稱呼也順利從然先生進化到了白一然。
這是他從原本的世界到現在以來唯一的姓與名。
宴席基本接近了尾聲，船上的客人已經走了大半，一然和鐘離還在船上角落的位置悠然對飲。
一然轉頭，看向波光粼粼的遼闊海面，白色的月亮倒映在水中，随着水紋的波動不斷破碎又重組。
鐘離望着已經有了半分醉态的一然，那雙和月一樣朦胧的藍色雙瞳沒有焦距，卻莫名暗藏着一種幾乎熟悉到能感同身受的專注、思念與茫然。
像一個人獨行了好久好久，等想停下提酒對酌時，才發現舊友早已不在。
但至少自己還能故地重游，感懷追思。
而那雙眼睛裏藏着的思念卻像是遙遠到再也無法觸碰的思念。
月亮就在眼前，而在他回憶裏，被月籠罩的場景與人又到底是什麽樣的呢？
或許是因為對方對璃月的自适程度要遠超于同樣是天外旅人的空，鐘離幾乎都要忘記了對方身上不被命運遮蔽的氣息。
但鐘離明白，對人類來說，充滿了回憶的家鄉永遠都是獨屬于他們的根。
他好奇地開口問道：
“對你來說，那個世界是什麽樣的。”
一然想了想，語氣飄忽：
“那個世界……也是一個充滿了人類的世界，沒有元素，沒有神明，也沒有……天上的規則。
人類僅僅依靠自己存活下去，組成團體，建立國家。
我的國家和璃月很像，不管是文化底蘊還是歷史深度。
她和這裏一樣，也經歷了很多很多，不管是天災與人禍，人們總會用自己的力量去承受，去打敗。
和這裏一樣，也有着許許多多的英雄，堅定不移的守護着他們所熱愛的土地，守護着身後的每一個家。
和這裏一樣，很和平，很安全，也很有趣。”
一然沒有去提那些獨屬于自己的不算愉快的回憶，只是嘴角帶笑，緩緩向異世的帝君訴說着自己對那個國家的思念與愛。
鐘離默默傾聽着，一邊淺淺抿了一口手裏的酒。
“那也正是我想象中璃月永遠的樣子。”
一然看向鐘離：“這裏已經是了。”
“人類堅強，但也足夠脆弱，或許正是因為帝君，璃月從來都是璃月。”
“但即便沒有了帝君，這片土地也已經浸透了太多屬于璃月的靈魂，不管發生什麽，璃月依舊永遠是璃月。”
鐘離笑了笑，這樣就很好。
至少那個不屬于這個世界的國家已經給了他足夠的信心。
他想，或許自己真的可以試着放手了。
“如果有機會，真想去看一看啊……”
在什麽情況下，會出現兩個世界的文明高度相似的情況呢，鐘離默默思索着，對一然所描繪的世界越來越好奇。
一然撐着頭，低聲回應：
“如果有機會，我也想帶鐘離回去看看。”
不知想到了什麽，他突然輕輕一笑：
“那裏的人一定會很喜歡你。”