Genshin Impact: Starting with Jingyuan Character Card

"Yes, Zhong thinks so too." Zhong Li's expression remained calm. He continued to drink his tea slowly and did not refute Yun Fan's words.

"Tsk, boring." Yun Fan curled his lips.

"Hahaha, thank you both for your words." Tartaglia laughed heartily and picked up the rattle placed aside.

'Jingle Bell……'

The bell rang, and not long after, a man dressed as a servant knocked on the door and walked in. He respectfully asked the three people, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Well, listen carefully. All of today's expenses will be charged to my Northland Bank account. Bring a few more bottles of good winter wine. I won't go home until these two brothers and I are drunk." As Tartaglia said this, there was a gleam of light in his eyes at an angle that no one else could see.

The Immortal Invitation Ceremony was approaching, and Zhongli, as a guest official of the Rebirth Hall, must have known the location of the Immortal Ancestor's Dharma Transfiguration. He also took this opportunity to get the two drunk to see if he could get any information out of them.

As for whether I can get them drunk, that's a joke. I, Tartaglia, am from Solstice, how could I have a poor alcohol tolerance?

"That's thoughtful." Yun Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. He could see through Tartaglia's little thoughts, but there was no need to expose them.

The young master's plan was doomed to fail. Not to mention the stone Morax, just Yun Fan, who was born in the land of Qi and Lu, had an alcohol tolerance that was beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention that he had now transcended the limits of mortals.

"Come on, both of you, let me drink first as a sign of respect!" Tartaglia picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Shh, this wine is quite strong! I haven't had it in a long time." The young master's face immediately turned red. This is definitely the authentic winter strong wine, which is soft in the mouth and goes down the throat.

"Please." Yun Fan and Zhong Li also picked up their glasses and drank. Their expressions were normal, without any change.

"Hmm?" The young master was a little confused. Could it be that the wine they drank was fake? That wasn't right. They were all poured from the same wine jug.

"Sir, I'll toast you too." After the waiter refilled the glasses for the three people, Yun Fan picked up the glass and said to Tartaglia.

"Mr. Yun Fan, please too."

‘Gudong——’

After another drink, the young master's face turned a little redder. Seeing Yun Fan's expression remained unchanged, Tartaglia's heart sank. It seemed that he had met his match this time.

The waiter poured wine for the three people again and again, and the three people drank the wine one cup after another. The sun outside the window rose in the east and set in the west. In a blink of an eye, they had been drinking from noon to night.

The table was already in a terrible state. The food was gone, and the cups and plates were in a mess. This is probably how it could be described. The waiter who was in charge of pouring wine looked at the three people with fear and astonishment in his eyes. These people were simply drunkards. His hands were shaking from pouring wine. But except for the person from the Northland Bank, the other two were fine.

"I, Tartaglia, am, the best toy salesman in the Kingdom of Winter!!" Tartaglia suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and shouted, pointing at the ceiling.

"Puff——" Yun Fan spurted out a mouthful of wine. Tartaglia's drinking habits were good. This had to be recorded carefully. Thinking of this, he quickly ordered the waiter to go down, and then secretly took out his camera and took a close-up photo of Tartaglia.

"La la la..." The drunken Tartaglia did not notice Yun Fan's little movements, and hummed a folk song from his hometown: "Brave child, not afraid of wind and rain..." The young man sang like this, and finally danced the winter war dance. The look on his face was simply shocking.

"Hahahaha... I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter!" Yun Fan covered his stomach with his left hand and laughed without any image, while his right hand kept hitting his knee.

"..." Zhongli was speechless. He had long seen through the young master's intention. He had originally planned to pretend to be drunk and reveal the location of the Immortal Ancestor's transformation to him. Who would have thought that Yun Fan would do that and get Tartaglia drunk instead.

"Hahaha, let's stop here today. Let's send him back to the Northland Bank." Yun Fan flashed and appeared behind the young master. He chopped him down with a knife. Tartaglia, who was originally alive and kicking, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"give it to you."

Zhongli's eyes darkened and he subconsciously reached out to catch the thing Yun Fan threw at him. When he looked closely, the corners of his mouth twitched.

What he caught was not something else but the unconscious young master.

"Sigh——" Zhongli could only sigh helplessly and carried Tartaglia on his shoulders. He had been his wallet for so long, so he might as well give back to him.

…………

morning of the second day

"What's wrong with me?" The hungover Tartaglia sat up from the bed and rubbed his temples with both hands. He just felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and there was a pain in the back of his neck.

"This is... Northland Bank. Yesterday... I seemed to have been drinking with Zhongli and the others. How did I get back?" The young master frowned and carefully recalled what happened yesterday. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything.

"Someone come!" Tartaglia shouted.

"My lord, you're awake." After just a few breaths, a man dressed as an ordinary winter merchant walked in and greeted Tartaglia respectfully.

"How did I get back last night?"

"This... Sir, you were carried back by Mr. Zhongli." Faced with the young master's question, Andre hesitated a little, but still said it.

"Carried it back?!" Tartaglia was a little confused. Does this mean that people saw it along the way? Where will Tartaglia's face be in the future?

"Well, you go down first." The young man waved his hand, motioning Andre to go down first. He just wanted to be alone now.

"My lord, I have one more thing to report."

"what's up?"

"Sir, Mr. Zhongli, who sent you back yesterday, mentioned the matter of the Immortal Ancestor's Metamorphosis to another person beside him when he left. I was eavesdropping on them at the time. According to what they said, the Immortal Ancestor's Metamorphosis is now placed in the Golden House by the Seven Stars." Andre did not dare to neglect and said hurriedly.

"Are you serious?!" Tartaglia's aura suddenly changed and became fierce.

"I dare not speak nonsense!"

"Hahaha, it's true that 'after searching high and low for something, you finally find it without any effort.' Andre, you've done a great deed, hahaha..."

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"Clang, clang, clang..."

On the hillside of Ao Zang Mountain, Yingmei was chopping a piece of amber with a blunt sword. Her movements were very skillful, and she dug it up with its roots in just a minute or two.

"Traveler, with these ambers, we can live a good life even without Yun Fan!" Paimon rubbed her hands excitedly, her eyes had turned into the symbol of Mora.

"We agreed that this is the last piece. We should go find Master Liuyunjiefeng." Ying looked at Paimeng and said seriously. They had wasted a lot of time along the way digging for amber.

"Yeah, Paimon knows." Paimon nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

"It better be this way."

As the two were communicating, a cold voice interrupted their conversation.

"What are you two talking about here?"