Genshin Impact: What? The one we need to save is Fukaros

Winter capital.

Under the dark and gloomy sky, pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, floating lightly, dyeing every corner of the city in pure white.

Inside the Queen's Palace, a meeting of the Fatui was taking place.

In the solemn and dignified atmosphere, the number of executive officers present this time was slightly less than usual.

Scaramucci had been removed from the party for treason, and Capitano and Arlecchino were both absent.

Piero announced to everyone present: "Everyone, according to intelligence, the wind god Barbatos appeared in Mond's Grand Square yesterday."

His voice echoed in the palace, and every word was as cold as ice.

Rosalin, who was sitting in the back row, had flames of hatred burning in her eyes. She said bitterly, "The hamster that has been hiding for a long time finally dares to show up."

Then, she urgently petitioned Piero: "Mr. General Officer, I request to go to Mond and retrieve the precious Heart of God for the Supreme Queen."

Piero was about to agree to Rosaline's request, but suddenly he thought of something and fell into deep thought.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

After a long silence, he met Rosaline's expectant gaze and spoke in a deep voice: "Rosaline, this matter is far more complicated than you think. Ide is in Mondstadt right now."

When Rosalin heard the name "Ide", she was shocked. "Hasn't he always been in Fude Port? How come he suddenly appeared in Mond?"

Tartaglia in the back row crossed his arms over his chest, one leg leisurely crossed over the other, with a sarcastic smile on his face: “Hey, Rosalin, are you isolated from the world?

Even someone like me who doesn’t pay much attention to current affairs knows that it was Ide who facilitated the trade treaty between Fontaine and Monde.”

"Shut up! The person at the last position, know your place and don't speak if you shouldn't." Rosalin turned her head away angrily and said angrily.

During this period, there were some problems with the Hellfire in her body, forcing her to be in a state of recuperation, so she paid relatively less attention to things in the outside world.

At this time, Columbia suddenly said: "Let me go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Pantalone immediately stated, "For this operation, our Northland Bank will no longer provide financial support."

Hearing this, Columbia couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Pantaronne, you are too stingy, aren't you? To you, the numbers in the bank card can be rewritten at will, right?"

"That's right," Tartaglia echoed, "It's just a few numbers. Northland Bank has made a lot of money over the years. If you don't want to spend money, we can help you."

Pantarone was furious, and he said sternly: "I must emphasize again that the money in the bank card is not a simple digital game, but needs to be cashed in with real Mora.

This year, Northland Bank's profits have dropped significantly compared to previous years due to competition from the Funina Foundation.

If you continue to demand so much without restraint, the Northland Bank will be dragged down by you sooner or later."

Columbia said in a somewhat weak defense: "These funds are necessary to obtain the Heart of God."

Pantalone was about to retort, but was interrupted by Piero.

He said in a low and firm voice: "If Mora can be exchanged for the Heart of God, it will undoubtedly be a very cost-effective deal. If the Northland Bank is really short of Mora,"

He paused for a moment, his tone revealing a hint of cold murderous intent, "There are still many nobles in Winter City."

Pantalone's heart trembled, he knew the meaning of Piero's words.

Finally, Piero solemnly announced his decision: "Columbia and Rosaline will serve as diplomatic envoys of Winter Solstice and go to Mond together to seek the Heart of God.

The budget for this operation is limited to 100 million Mora and a detailed reimbursement bill must be provided. "

Columbia's face suddenly turned sad when she heard the request for reimbursement of the bill.

She couldn't just take the bill from Funina's peripheral store and ask for reimbursement.

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Mondstadt, where the wind blows, the warm winter sun shines brightly on the land.

Wendy took out his organ, and his fingertips lightly danced on the keys, producing a melodious melody.

In this melody, he summoned his follower - Tevarin.

In the past few days, he had inquired about all the recent events, from the ravages of the dragon plague to the construction of the railway by the Knights of Favonius.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that there was an invisible thread that closely linked these events together, but the nature of this thread was elusive for him.

So he decided to summon Tevarin, hoping to learn the truth from it.

About half an hour later, Tevarin's huge body came flying from the sky, and with a deafening dragon roar, it landed steadily in front of Wendy.

To Wendy's surprise, there was a gentle young man sitting on Tevarin's back. He jumped off the dragon's back lightly and landed gracefully on the ground.

As soon as Tevarin saw Wendy, he immediately roared angrily: "Barbatos, give me back my hard-earned money!"

Wendy was startled by the sudden roar. He asked blankly, "What hard-earned money?"

Tevarin snorted coldly and said with resentment: "A thousand years ago, I followed you everywhere to change the terrain of Mondstadt. Five hundred years ago, I paid a heavy price to kill the poisonous dragon Durin. I did so much, but you didn't even give me a Mora!"

Wendy never expected that Tevarin would actually ask him for his salary.

He pointed to his beautiful and delicate face and said helplessly: "Do you think my face is clean enough?

But my pockets are cleaner than my face."