The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"Still no reply?"

"……No."

"It seems that your lie has been discovered. Mr. Clerk not only abandoned his trust in you, but he didn't even bother to plot against you."

"He has no trust in me. I just didn't expect that he would trust Little Lucky Grass King so much."

"Elhaysen didn't trust the Little Lucky Grass King, he trusted the Great Ci Tree King. You designed him to get in touch with the Little Lucky Grass King, but you didn't expect that the Great Ci Tree King would temporarily give up resisting the forbidden knowledge and come forward. Guide the Little Lucky Grass King?"

"..."

"It seems that I really haven't thought about it."

Chen Tianfeng glanced at Dotore with a half-smile, and said in a relaxed tone: "What a pity, Mr. Dotore, you seem to be useless."

"..."

Dotore was silent. Although he had expected that this person's behavior would be very realistic, it would be too realistic to throw it away immediately if it was no longer useful.

"No, Your Majesty, I..."

"You want to say that you are still useful?"

Chen Tianfeng interrupted him, put his palm on the handle of the knife, his smile gradually faded, and gradually calmed down: "Dotore, what kind of extremely sophisticated plan can you conceive in a hurry and implement it perfectly? Not everyone can have this kind of quick wit. "Obviously, you are better at long-term planning, so I can understand your failure this time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Dotore breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the example of the Liyue Jianghu people, and bowed his hands to Chen Tianfeng in salute.

As for why he was half-hearted, it was naturally because it was perfectly normal for the person in front of him to do things like go back on his words and hide his sword behind his smile.

What's more... Dotore glanced at Chen Tianfeng's palm without leaving a trace, and understood that the sword might be unsheathed at the next moment, and cut off his head with one strike, but he did not have any thoughts of resistance.

He still has a lot of slices. If a few slices die, the past debts can be written off. For him and Zhidong, it is still a profit.

"But understanding is understanding, whether you can accept it is another matter."

Chen Tianfeng rubbed the handle of the knife, paused for a moment, and said, "I'm surprised by your performance. Frankly speaking, if you continue to maintain Liyue's attitude, there is no need for me to embarrass you."

He killed the problem with a knife, and then naturally went to find trouble for Zhidong.

"I did something wrong. I came to Xumi on this trip. I just want to atone for my sins and pray for Your Majesty's forgiveness."

Dotore lowered his posture into the dirt, feeling extremely calm and didn't feel there was anything wrong with what he did. As for dignity, backbone, face...these things are really worthless in some situations.

And why care about something worthless.

Chen Tianfeng bent the fingers of his left hand and tapped the table gently, making a "thump" sound.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Chen Tianfeng thought about how to deal with Dotore more appropriately. It would be best to allow his slice to create maximum value before death.

Dotore was waiting for his trial. In the increasingly cold silence, he saw an incomparably huge pale snake as an illusion. He lowered his eyes and looked at himself, indifferently, as if he was weighing a fragile commodity. value.

"One last chance to give this gift to Apep."

Chen Tianfeng took out a coin sealed by gray-white crystal and threw it to Dotore: "You can do whatever you want, I just want the result."

"I see."

Dotore caught the coin, saluted Chen Tianfeng, and turned to leave.

Chen Tianfeng waved his hands casually and looked out the window.

Xumi City is located in the rainforest, and the climate environment is extremely suitable for plant growth. Xumi City has excellent greening, lush trees, full of vitality, and naturally many fallen leaves.

Chen Tianfeng stretched out his hand, and the fallen leaves that should have crossed the window turned around and fell into the palm of his hand.

"The Great Merciful Tree King...the Little Lucky Grass King...the Grass Dragon King...ah, it's interesting for the three kings to meet."

The fallen leaves began to fade the moment they touched his palm, until they were completely gray and turned into powder. Chen Tianfeng threw them casually, and the breeze outside the window left no trace.

…

Relying on the consciousness space of the World Tree, Nasida and Elhaysen discussed how to design so that the great sage Azar could actively enter the Jingshan Palace, and how to obtain the key to unlock the seal of the Jingshan Palace. Let Nasida be free.

The Daci Tree King listened quietly to the side, with a soft smile and a hint of hidden worry in his eyes. He silently covered up more and more scarlet marks on his body, endured the pain, and sighed in his heart. tone.

Time is still too tight...

…

Jing Liuli Workshop,

The skirmishers walked out of the cockpit of a large mecha named [God of True Machines] or [Secret Master of Seven Leaves Jishao], and watched expressionlessly as many scholars came forward and surrounded him.

Some were holding strange-looking tools that looked similar to spanners, hummingly disassembling the black wire pipe behind him that was connected to the God of Machinery; some were scanning his body with testing instruments, and kept reporting. While looking at the data, there were people on the side taking notes; others were tapping on his arms, with expressions of wonder on their faces, not knowing what they were thinking.

The skirmishers endured their anger, waiting for the scholars who were detecting and recording data to complete their work, and then unceremoniously dispersed the remaining scholars.

"How long will this test last?"

The skirmisher looked at the person in charge with a cold expression: "What else needs to be tested, or in other words, what problems have you discovered?"

"It was just a small problem caused by negligence. It has been solved. No need to worry."

The person in charge didn't pay attention to the expression of the soldier and said: "In addition, Mr. Skir, this is the final test. Please maintain your condition in the past few days and wait for the final opportunity."

"Hmph, you don't need to remind me."

The skirmisher snorted, turned around, and looked at the huge God of Opportunity.

It will be over soon, and the day he has been waiting for is finally coming! When he becomes a god, it will be the day those old god eras are overthrown!

…

The great sage Azar stood at the top of the teaching court, looking down at the busy scholars.

The atmosphere in the Order Academy is undoubtedly tense. The void collects knowledge and supplies it to scholars. Sparks of wisdom appear and bloom here every day and every hour. Every scholar has the responsibility to carry forward the past and open up the future. They draw nourishment from the wisdom of their ancestors and leave their own wisdom to future generations.

For the sake of wisdom, for Sumeru, and for themselves, every scholar does not want to be abandoned by the times and only watch others move forward on the road of wisdom while they themselves stand still.

For a scholar, there is probably nothing more painful than this.

Azar closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only peace in his eyes.

…

Kavanyi,

Dotore raised his head and glanced at the majestic, sand-proof wall that seemed to be formed from vicissitudes of tree bark. He gently exhaled and looked back.

"Sir, are you going to explore the desert? Do you need a guide?"

"No, thank you. I've been here a few times and I'm fairly familiar with the desert."

Dotore smiled, rejected the self-recommended desert mercenary, and stepped into the yellow sand.

This is the last chance. Do you really want to die again...