Holy Lord from Teyvat

Northland Bank.

Tartaglia sat on the chair and looked at his colleague angrily.

"You actually said this was 'cooperation between executives'? The so-called 'cooperation' should at least involve the exchange of information..."

There was a hint of amusement in the lady's eyes.

"Haha, young master, you ignored the deal and the calculations in the end and just made a scene. Aren't you happy? Why are you still angry now?

Could it be... that he was beaten badly?"

Tartaglia became even angrier. He pointed at the lady and said, "You...hiss~"

Because the movement was too big and caused injuries, Tartaglia covered his chest fiercely again.

Under his daily clothes, his body was still wrapped in many bandages. It was precisely because of his injuries that he was sitting in a chair now.

The lady was even happier, but considering that Tartaglia had helped her in Mondstadt before, she didn't continue to taunt him. Otherwise, she would say something like "Our aggressive eleventh seat has finally come to this day", "Be gentle, you are a wounded soldier, don't accidentally increase the medical expenses and let the rich blame me".

"Ahem, so who hit you?"

Upon hearing this, Tartaglia looked unwilling.

"Humph, they are from the Black Hand Organization."

The lady was a little surprised: "Oh? Someone from the Black Hand Organization? Is it Gauss?"

Tartaglia shook his head. "No, it was a strong red-haired man named Black Tiger Afu, who was shouting as he fought. He also gave names to every useful move in the battle, but I tend to think he just named them casually."

Lady: "Really? That's a really weird guy."

Tartaglia: "Humph! One day, I will wash away my defeat."

The lady said “huh” in disdain in her heart.

In order to wash away the defeat, this organization suddenly appeared, and the two people who appeared now are very powerful. Who knows what the situation is, what purpose and background they have.

Besides, even if you have the talent, people may not give you a chance. Don't forget, you were the one who charged in both the Fatui and Blackhand clashes, just like this time.

The lady looked at Zhongli who was calm beside her: "So, Morax, according to the agreement, your Heart of God..."

Under the gaze of a wounded person, Zhongli held the Heart of God in his right hand and handed it to the lady.

"The contract has been fulfilled. As you asked, I will give you what was promised."

Under the gaze of a wounded person, the lady took the Heart of God.

Tartaglia silently tightened his grip on the handle of the chair, but finally let go dejectedly.

However, influenced by the previous battle on the sea, the lady did not make sarcastic remarks.

The lady didn’t know who placed the rock element barrier on the sea, but what if it was a warning from the person opposite?

boom!

The door of the Northland Bank was suddenly broken open, and Zheng Tian was seen still in the posture of kicking out, with two figures, one big and one small, beside him.

Zheng Tian: "cnmd Faint Man! cnmd Tartaglia! Come out here! Pay compensation!"

Kong and Paimon also held their heads high and surrounded Zheng Tian on both sides.

Paimon: "Yes, you dared to plot against us, so you have to pay... eh? Zhongli? And, there's also the lady?!"

Kong also restrained his original expression that seemed like he was looking for trouble, and became serious, even though he was here to cause trouble in the first place.

He looked at the Heart of God in the lady's hand, then took out his Edgeless Sword and asked warily, "What's going on?"

Tartaglia said depressedly: "What's going on? This is what happened: we were all deceived. From the beginning, we were deceived by the lady, Zhongli and Zheng Tian.

Not only did I get beaten, I also risked being caught and executed in public by the Liyue authorities. I endured the pain and worsening injuries, and used up all my skills to release two demon gods one after another.

But in the end, I found out that my efforts for several months were just a trap set by others, and I could only watch Zhongli hand the Heart of God to the lady. "

Whoosh-!

Click!Click!

Zheng Tian took a camera and took pictures of Tartaglia's depressed face one after another: "Yes, that's it. I have been waiting for this moment for several days."

Dadalia: "..."

Zheng Tian suddenly moved closer again and said sarcastically: "Yes, it's this expression, this expression of grief, anger and depression~"

Paimon scratched his head: "So, who can explain it to us?"

Zhongli smiled and said, "Haha, Zhengtian, you haven't told them yet?"

Zheng Tian put away the camera in front of Tartaglia: "No."

Zhongli: “Well, let me explain.

As you all know, I have lived in the world for more than 6,000 years, and it was 3,700 years ago that I founded Liyue together with the immortals.

Even the rock that cannot be broken by the whirlpool will be worn away by time. I just keep convincing myself that the day when it will be worn away and cracked has not come yet.

......"

Zhongli slowly explained the cause of the incident.

After hearing a businessman praising his subordinates, he began to think about whether he should retire. But because he was worried, he designed an assessment, dragging the Liyue Seven Stars, the Immortals and Tartaglia into chaos.

Zhongli: “…As for Zheng Tian, ​​since he is so powerful, I informed him in advance to prevent him from disrupting my plan.

Don't blame him, I asked him to keep these things secret from you before the plan is completed."

Sora: "So, is this a good ending?"

Zhongli: "Very good. The Heart of God that I have kept for a while seems to have lost its meaning."

Lady: "That's not the case. Osel was defeated by Zheng Tian, ​​and in the end, you also took action."

Zhongli: "No, Zheng Tian's presence can ensure that Liyue can reasonably and truly realize the strength of Osel during the assessment. Being prepared for danger in times of peace and not being overly proud can help them move forward better. So we simply gave you a hand, otherwise Osel would definitely be suppressed by the Qun Yu Pavilion again.

As for the next Moros, his difficulty was obviously beyond the scope, so I didn't include him in the assessment. I cast the rock element barrier only because I was afraid that Zheng Tianxia would not be careful and cause a disaster."

Then, Zhongli explained in detail why he was satisfied with the results of this plan.

The restraint, understanding, rationality and trust of the immortals; the confidentiality of Ms. Zheng Tianhe; his leadership and the completion of the ceremony of sending off the immortals; and the initiative of the Seven Stars of Liyue, were all sincere expressions of his practice.

Tartaglia: "Hey, what about me? You guys played me around like crazy, why don't you apologize to me?"

Zheng Tian: "Apology? In order to achieve your goal, you had bad intentions towards the people of Liyue Harbor. Why didn't I see you go out and express your apology?

Also, bring me compensation!"

Tartaglia was stunned: "Compensation?"

Didn't you scheme against me? What compensation do you want?

Zheng Tianyi said righteously: "Nonsense, Kong and Paimeng were not in the plan, but you dragged them into it, and then they were sliced ​​by Duotole in Jueyunjian.

Compensation! Bring it here! "

Tartaglia: "Sure enough, you took care of that guy."

Paimon raised his hand and asked, "Wait, what is Dotore's slice again? Paimon doesn't understand again."

Sora: "Calculation, do you mean the Ancient Rock Dragon Lizard?"

Zheng Tian: "The slice of Dotore, that is, Wen, designed you to encounter the two ancient rock dragon lizards in Jueyunjian not long ago, but his target was me, and later he was controlled by me."

Paimon stamped his feet angrily, "So that's how it is. What an overkill! I wanted to thank him for helping us fight the war!"

Zheng Tian: "So, Tartaglia, bring it as compensation!"

Dadalia: "..."

In the end, Tartaglia had no choice but to agree to offer some rare treasures and some Mora as compensation.

After the story was told, without waiting for the lady to speak, Dadalia was the first to ask to leave in a depressed manner.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would faint again from anger.