As the saying went, the unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.
Nothing could have described Childe's current situation better.
The Golden House was the only mint in all of Teyvat, and the amount of Mora stored inside was beyond imagination.
Especially now, when the Golden House held not only vast quantities of Mora, but also the Prime of the Adepti's Exuvia.
Logically, even if the Liyue Qixing had redeployed a large number of troops to deal with the Adepti, somewhere as important as the Golden House should never have been so poorly guarded.
No... in this situation, "poorly guarded" was the wrong description. It was completely undefended!
Deep doubts lingered in Childe's mind.
But no matter what, he had to get his hands on the Gnosis. Even if countless traps designed specifically for him lay inside, he could not back down. After all, he was Tartaglia, the man who would one day conquer the world!
And so, he strode into the Golden House.
The moment he entered, Childe was dazzled by its lavish décor. Its palatial splendor surpassed that of every building he had ever seen.
Beyond that, enormous piles of the currency countless people coveted-Mora-filled vast recesses along all four sides of the immense hall.
Under the lights, these mountains of Mora reflected dazzling golden radiance, filling the Golden House with glittering opulence. It was like stepping into a celestial palace.
But Childe was in no mood to admire this rare sight. He was bold, but not arrogant.
He loved battle, but he never underestimated an opponent.
From the moment he entered the Golden House, he kept his nerves taut and his mind focused, ready for an attack that might come at any moment.
Yet things did not seem to be as he had imagined.
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