Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

In the top floor office of Northland Bank, the black-haired man leaned back in his chair, smiling at the person sitting on the sofa not far away, "What's wrong? Is my vice president injured?"

"Yeah." Su Ming lowered his head and watched Tartaglia skillfully put gauze on his palm, looking guilty.

Su Ming moved his palms, and finally looked at Tartaglia and asked in confusion: "Did you feel anything in Melo Petersburg?"

Hearing this, Tartaglia frowned.

He sighed and collapsed on the sofa, his eyes full of confusion. "I have a very strange feeling. I can't explain it, but..."

I was very annoyed, and the urge to tear something into pieces took root in my heart, along with a little urge to resolve my doubts.

"Oh." Su Ming nodded and raised his palm, "So you gave me a bite. Do you know when I was injured last time?"

"Forget it." Tartaglia waved his hand, not caring at all. "I haven't even taken the matter of you turning me into a fox seriously. My dignity as an executive officer is completely gone."

"Heh." Pantalone chuckled, leaning back in his chair and turning a page in the account book, "We don't have this thing in the first place."

Tartaglia couldn't help but sneer, "Don't make me sound like you capitalists."

Even though he is a bad guy, he is definitely...

Never mind, no matter how you describe him he's a bad guy.

Pantalone was not angry even when being scolded, and looked at Tartaglia with a smile.

Dadalia: ...

Something feels wrong...

Tartaglia turned around and saw a pair of gloomy eyes that were glowing green.

He touched his head and said hesitantly: "That... capitalist..."

I can’t explain it, but it’s obvious that all capitalists deserve to be hanged!

"It's okay, I'm a good brother." Su Ming reached out and pressed Tartaglia's shoulder. He didn't continue the joking topic, but said, "It seems that you have to go to Melo Petersburg again. I will accompany you then. Can you use the Eye of God that I gave you recently?"

Hearing this, Tartaglia was startled, then nodded, "Okay, but I need a sparring partner. The Eye of God you gave me... I'm not used to it yet."

Su Ming: ...

I see, we have to fight again.

Su Ming took out his cell phone, but was stopped by Tartaglia before he could move.

The orange-haired young man pressed his hands and said seriously, "No dragon for sparring!"

I don’t want any dragon!

"Oh." Su Ming sighed, feeling that his family was being despised, "Then... would our delicate master be willing to be your sparring partner?"

As he said that, Su Ming turned his head and looked expectantly at the gentleman holding the account book.

"Oh?" Pantalone raised his eyes and chuckled, saying helplessly: "You already have a lot of sparring partners in your Dust Song Pot. I think the doctor should be willing to do it, right?"

They have all been plucked out, not a single one is left, and now...

I'm just worried about having no place to vent my anger.

"Okay." Tartaglia stretched lazily, squinted his eyes and whispered: "Improve your strength... I always feel that there is a big battle waiting for me."

Su Ming glanced at Tartaglia, then lowered his eyes to look at the various messages on his phone.

The do not disturb time is a bit long, and apart from a few God's bills, it seems that the messages are all not very important.

"Bang bang—"

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and the next moment it was pushed open by a hand, and a familiar head poked in through the crack in the door.

"Uncle." Linnie blinked and looked around the room, "Mr. Executive."

The young man tiptoed into the room, holding a thick stack of information in his hands.

He placed the information next to Su Ming's hand and said softly, "Everything Uncle wants is here. This is all we have been able to collect. If there is something missing, perhaps only the Supreme Inquisitor has it."

Su Ming nodded and said softly, "Okay."

"But..." Lini hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took out two envelopes and placed them on the table, hesitatingly saying, "This is a notice from the court... It says... You are invited to stand trial..."

Although I used "please", it was obviously not very polite.

Amid everyone's puzzled gazes, Linnie stretched out his hand and pointed in a circle.

Adonis, Tartaglia, Pantalone, without exception.

Finally, Linny pointed his finger at himself, "And me, the great magician."

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming frowned, "Is the Water God not in his right mind? It's okay for me and the young master, but what does this have to do with the rich?"

"Yes." Pantalone smiled and said softly, "I am just an ordinary businessman. At most... I opened a bank..."

Lini pursed his lips, looking speechless, and whispered, "I'm just a magician... I didn't do anything..."

What does it have to do with him?

His plan to do something bad failed before it even started. He was really wronged!

"Don't panic. This kind of thing is just a small matter for the Fatui." Su Ming took a deep breath, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. "As long as I don't go, it will be fine. Come and catch me if you have the guts."

Linny: ...

Linnie touched his head, hesitating, "But they have surrounded the bank."