"Hey, buddy! Long time no see. I've missed you." Tartaglia found a seat, took a sip of tea, and smiled at the man before him.
"You're looking pretty good. How about a little sparring match?"
"Childe really is the most battle-obsessed of the Fatui Harbingers. The moment he sees the Traveler, he wants to fight him," Paimon said, floating beside Lin Ze with her hands on her hips.
"Little Paimon knows me best."
It wasn't that Tartaglia missed the meaning behind Paimon's words. But having a good, all-out match with a friend he hadn't seen in ages was a fine way to bond, wasn't it?
"Long time no see? Don't we see each other every week?"
Lin Ze instinctively turned down Childe's challenge. The Traveler had practically worn through the floor of the Golden House already. Another round?
A hint of resentment crept into Tartaglia's eyes. "That was before. We haven't sparred in ages since you came here. Surely the Traveler has gotten even stronger by now."
Uh...
Lin Ze fell silent. Buddy, the Traveler standing in front of you is probably weak enough that a single whale could smack him dead.
Come to think of it, how is Aether supposed to level up here?
He couldn't go back, and the Bureau hadn't even sent him a Katherine NPC. How was it fair that the other characters were higher-level than the protagonist?
Wait.
Don't tell me Ceros is my Katherine. With that big, burly build of his? Hahaha.
Lin Ze laughed, then found he couldn't laugh anymore. Come to think of it, he hadn't asked Ceros about leveling up the protagonist at the start. For all he knew, Ceros really might fill that role.
No way... no way... no way.
"How can anyone love fighting this much? When have you