Chapter 501
Needless to say, the aforementioned chilling questions were not enough. He even thought of the secret that Zhongli mentioned "cannot be investigated further" after the Inazuma God Banquet.
Since I know nothing about it, yet seem very sensitive, and I have no ill intentions, the best approach is to be straightforward and avoid giving Morax any misunderstandings, which could turn a problem into one.
Zhongli paused, speechless, but his pupils contracted slightly.
Venti, still with a cheerful and relaxed expression, said:
"Sir, do you have any advice for us on this? Please, please, give us some guidance!"
Anemo God Barbatos, clasped his hands together, blinked his eyes which were filled with innocence and kindness, and his voice and posture were undisguisedly ingratiating.
Zhongli was speechless.
"We're both... can't we be a little more dignified?"
They are all gods of their respective countries, supreme beings worshipped by the world. We don't expect you to be perfect in every way, but at least consider the public's expectations and don't go against their hopes.
"But that's just my personality! I can't learn those things, I'd rather die than learn them. Please, old man, help me out, at least tell me what to do?"
"... You haven't met the Salt King and the others yet, have you? Come with me to meet them; they're on Mount Aozang."
Zhongli sighed helplessly.
Teyvat may seem calm on the surface, but the undercurrents have already made even the Geo Archon unable to hold on for long.
The gods of Mondstadt were completely unaware of all this and were still enjoying the apparent peace.
This is not a good thing.
The storm may break at any time, but one thing is certain: the unknowing and unaware gods will be extremely passive at that time, and the entire country will be implicated.
Barbatos clearly already knew about her. The good news was that the descendant stood at an unimaginable height, completely unconcerned about the actions of the Seven Archons below, and seemingly unconcerned about his information being leaked—perhaps this was an opportunity to try and pull Mondstadt along, and not betray their millennia-long friendship.
But since it concerns the Descendant, even if they have no intention of being her enemies, and even if she probably doesn't care, it's best to do it right under her nose and in front of her.
Zhongli made a huge decision. But after making the decision, he quickly relaxed and leisurely walked forward, turning the stone.
Venti, on the other hand, remained where she was, pondering many things with surprise and doubt, before smiling and chasing after him.
"Mr. Zhongli, wait for me! Let's buy some more drinks before we go!"
As a result, the accounts at Wang Sheng Funeral Parlor today showed several additional expenses for purchasing wine.
"Zhong! Li! Ke! Qing!"
At night, after finishing her business and returning home, Hu Tao saw the bill delivered by Miss Yi Guan and her blood immediately surged.
"Wait, judging from what Sister Marlenia said, Elder Zhongli is most likely an immortal. Immortals are all under the Emperor's jurisdiction, so when I bring the bill for this year's immortal invitation ceremony... could Rock King reimburse us?"
Hu Tao held the bill and pondered it, her eyes gradually brightening.
If it can't be reimbursed, then we'll ask Rock King to advertise for our Wang Sheng Funeral Parlor; the effect will be the same!
Heulia is a very good cook.
She was naturally gentle and mild-mannered, making her a perfect wife and mother. With hundreds of years of practice and the tireless assistance of generations of Salt People who were devoted to the love between the Salt God Salt King, her domestic skills were honed to a level comparable to the art of Guizhong Machine.
Maria's casually caught prey was transformed into a feast of delicious dishes in her hands.
"Mmm~~ Heulia's cooking is still so good, delicious, delicious~~"
Guizhong with mechanical contraptions, Gui Zhong couldn't stop once he started, and he kept eating non-stop.
Xianyun couldn't stand this. She also loved food, and the Salt God's personal cooking was always the exclusive privilege of the Salt King and the Dust King, a rare occurrence even for immortals. So, the bespectacled immortal, with elegant yet incredibly fast movements, started snatching the food from Guizhong.
"Slap! Slap!"
Two pairs of chopsticks occasionally crossed in the air, like swordsmen dueling, and the target of their struggle was often a piece of good food on the plate.
The winner chewed with grease on his face, his eyes full of smug satisfaction.
The loser, enraged, gleamed with malice before quickly searching for the next delicious treat.
In the midst of their fierce and uncompromising duel, only Heulia calmly served food between the two during the lulls in their battle. She filled an empty plate with a small portion for the bewildered Shenhe, and then filled another plate and placed it between Maria and herself.
"Your Majesty, would you like some wine?"
"Pour a little. It's perfect for watching people duel."
Maria rested her chin on her hand, watching the chopsticks clinking together in front of her, and then watching the two women eat with gusto one moment and then with a look of utter rage the next, and a charming smile of interest appeared on her face.
"Smack!"
The chopsticks collided in the air once more, and then the two of them blushed and withdrew their hands, pretending to eat normally as if nothing had happened.
Well, to put it simply, Maria's smile just now gave the impression that the two of them were deliberately making fools of themselves to win her favor. Once they realized this, a sense of shame arose—although, deep down, it seemed worthwhile to get Maria to smile like that.