Original God: Traveling to Teyvat but it’s a strange world

"That's pretty cool, man."

In the ruins, Tartaglia (Zou Rui) finally crawled out. Tartaglia looked left and right, but did not see anyone.

Helplessly, he could only run into the ruins to look for a usable cell phone, because this place was quite far from Fontainebleau.

At this time, Zou Rui and others had already arrived in Fontaine.

"You said, if you go to Northland Bank to withdraw money, will they give it to you?"

On Fontaine Street, seven Fatui executives followed a young man like stars surrounding the moon, standing out from the crowd.

The seven executors of the Fatui are: Piero the clown, Dottore the doctor, Columbia the girl, Arlecchino the servant, Sandone the puppet, Pantalone the rich man, and Scaramucci the skirmisher.

(By the way, the recently introduced Dotore are all the same)

"I don't know. If you want to give it a try, that's fine."

Pantalone smiled and spoke softly.

"Come on, do you want to fight with yourself in this world? Can you win? Be careful or you will be beaten to the point of being out of the limelight."

The soldier said with a hint of sarcasm.

Pantalone was stunned for a moment, but didn't say much.

"Well, Skirmisher, you haven't stopped talking all the way here. The Master will get tired of it."

Piero reached out and slapped the skirmisher's hat, pushing his head down.

"Hey! Take your hands off me!"

The skirmisher was very upset by this and tried to push away Piero's big hand, but to no avail.

"Sir, are we going to look for sister-in-law... ahem, Master Xingyan?"

Pantalone asked with a flattering smile.

"Ah? I don't know where they are, why would I look for them?"

Zou Rui replied listlessly.

"Sir, your medical examination report is out, um...it's kidney deficiency."

Dotore handed a report to Zou Rui and said.

Zou Rui had two big dark circles under his eyes. With trembling hands, he took the report and pointed to the conclusion of "kidney deficiency" and said,

"No, why do I have kidney deficiency again? What did I do?"

Zou Rui looked at San Bing and Pantalone, who didn't seem to be smiling but whose mouths were twitching slightly, and said unhappily,

"And why are you still laughing?"

Zou Rui helplessly crumpled up the report and threw it aside, comforting himself:

"Forget it, I'm weird, it will definitely be fine."

"Sir, there is a Northland Bank up ahead. Do you want to go get some money?"

Alechino walked in front of Zou Rui and glanced at a branch of Northland Bank not far from Jigui.

"Well, how about you go and empty it out?"

Zou Rui said this and sat down on a public chair nearby. Columbia quickly wiped it with a handkerchief.

Pantalone and Alechino looked at each other and both smiled.

"Okay, wait a moment, sir."

Pantalone gently pushed up his glasses and walked into the Northland Bank with Alechino beside him.

In the bank lobby, at this moment, Tartaglia was sleeping soundly on the table at the front desk.

There was a trace of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.

The receptionist was looking at her phone absentmindedly, occasionally casting a curious glance over here, but quickly looking away, as if she found the situation a bit awkward - after all, it would not be a good idea to let an executive of the Fatui fall asleep at the front desk in such an unbecoming manner if it got out.

At this moment, the automatic door of Northland Bank slowly opened, and two figures appeared at the door.

They walked in with steady steps, wearing fur-collared coats, the uniform of Fatui executive officers.

At first, the receptionist didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just an ordinary customer coming to handle business.

"Welcome"

Then, he continued to look down at his phone.

However, not long after, the Fatui lady at the front desk suddenly seemed to realize something. She abruptly put down her phone, put on her glasses, and looked forward intently.

"Oh my god... those two people are..."

Her face was filled with astonishment, and her mouth was so wide open that an egg could almost fit in. It turned out that she recognized the two people in front of her as the two Fatui executives, the servant Alechino and the rich man Pantalone.

Surprised, the receptionist kicked the chair under Tartaglia to the side without hesitation.

Tartaglia, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly lost his support and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Shit, who is that? Is that old man here to take care of the bills again?"

Tartaglia quickly picked up the pistol beside him and looked around vigilantly, muttering,

"Mr. Zhong! I'm telling you! If you keep recording bills, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Tartaglia caught a glimpse of the two people at the door, heaved a sigh of relief, and said,

"Oh, it's not that old Deng. That's good, that's good."

After saying that, Tartaglia quickly put the chair away, threw the pistol aside, and fell headfirst onto the chair like a deflated ball.

"Wait, those two people just now were..."

Tartaglia suddenly raised his head again, looked at the person who came, and shouted in surprise,

"Pantalone? Alechino? What are you doing here?"

Tartaglia rubbed his eyes and stood up awkwardly, but he lost his balance and tripped over his left foot with his right foot, falling down.

He covered his feet in panic, stood up quickly, and smiled calmly.

"Ahahaha... ahem, my two lovely colleagues are so honored to see you. Is there something important? Did Her Majesty the Queen ask me to return to Winter Solstice?"

As he spoke, Tartaglia did not forget to ask the receptionist to bring two bottles of vodka.

When I took the two bottles of vodka handed over by the receptionist, I glared at her.

"Would you like some? I had someone bring it back from Zhidong not long ago. It's in good condition."

As he spoke, Tartaglia opened one of the bottles, filled two glasses and handed them to the two people sitting on the sofa nearby.

Pantalone and Arlecino looked at each other, then looked at Tartaglia at the same time.

"My Lord asked us to take some Mora as funds for a mission."

Pantalone said that he only said "adult" but did not specify which adult.

Alechino nodded.

"Ah? That's it?"

Tartaglia looked at the two of them and said,

They both nodded.

Then Tartaglia seemed to have discovered some key words,

"Wait, mission? What kind of mission do you have? Are there any strong enemies that I can fight? I'm almost going to molder here."

Tartaglia drank a small glass of vodka and said,

Alecino picked up the elegant one and took a sip, then put it down again because she didn't drink much.

Pantalone did not move at all.

"I'm sorry, Tartaglia, the master only allowed two of us to come on this mission, so we can't do as you wish."

Pantalone said with a professional smile on his face,

Then he pushed the glass of vodka back.

Tartaglia seemed to have known the result long ago and just sighed.

"Forget it, forget it. Go find the finance department. This Northland Bank is yours. Take as much as you want. It's none of my business."

Tartaglia said as he picked up another unopened bottle of vodka and walked to the back, going to his office.

Pantalone smiled and nodded, then asked the receptionist to take him to the finance department to get 5 billion Mora.

Because the amount was so huge, a few people waited for a while.

After taking it, she said she would change Tartaglia into a new set of clothes. She considerately took a box and handed it to the front desk lady, asking her to give it to Tartaglia in person later.

After Pantalone and Arlecchino left,

The receptionist didn't understand and walked to Tartaglia's office.

After handing the box to Tartaglia, he left the office and said that the rich man had asked him to hand it to him personally.

Tartaglia was a little confused. He didn't know why Pantalone gave him this, but after all, it was given to him by his dear colleague, so he decided to take a look.

As soon as Tartaglia opened it, a phone call came in, signed by Pantalone.

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment, thinking that Pantarone had forgotten to take something, so he picked up the phone.

"Pantaronie, is there anything you missed? I'll have someone bring it to you..."

Before he could finish his words, a slightly dangerous voice came from the other end of the line.

"Tardalia, where's the money?"

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment.

"No, wasn't it you and that guy Arlechino who came to get it?"

Tartaglia asked, and the rich man's cordial greetings came from the other end of the phone.

"I took your money and bought something for that old man. I got the money generously, right? You should take the money back right now, immediately, or I will suspend your card."

The call ended, leaving Tartaglia with a bewildered look on her face. After a while, Tartaglia looked at the clothes in the box.

A clown mask and a clown outfit.

Tartaglia's mouth twitched after seeing this.

“Ah? Ah?! Ah!?”