Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

Under Cassiodore's intentional or unintentional leadership, everyone soon came to a relatively open place.

Looking at the place in front of him that looked like a broken stage, the scenes in the "dream" that Ying had experienced before were constantly overlapping with reality.

Although this place was no longer as glorious as she had seen before, she could still make out the outline of the once magnificent palace and stage.

There are also four stone statues, or rather golems, standing quietly in the corner, and those slightly dilapidated gray musical instruments. Everything is so familiar.

"Well...how should I put it..."

While Ying was a little dazed, Paimeng gently stroked his chin, thought for a moment and said:

"Is this the stage that Cassiodoro mentioned earlier? And... the murals here seem to move? Is this also part of Lemuria's technology?"

"Well, I mentioned it when I was talking about how to use the movement just now. This thing exists in many forms."

"Strings, notes, character screens, and a whole host of other things can be defined as a 'score'."

“And this mural in front of us… is also another form of expression of the music score.”

Chang Ming crossed his arms and answered Paimon's question briskly, but his eyes did not stay on the mural in front of him.

——but on the golems in the corner of the stage.

"Since Boethius has gained control of Phobos, does that mean... some of the "music scores" are actually controlled by him?"

"No... Although the control of the "music score" is real-time, these golems... Forget it, I'd better not get involved in the memory, otherwise I won't even know how I died later."

After a brief thought, Chang Ming calmly took two steps back, just out of the range of the music score on the mural.

This is not deserting the battlefield, nor is it the so-called "frowning and protecting everyone in front of you", but real support and protection.

Isn't that what he's here for?

And Cassiodoro seemed to have noticed his thoughts and nodded slightly.

Although he was once a great lawyer, he is now just a cat with little fighting power.

Otherwise he would have gone and scratched Phobos to pieces, and then gone to find a place to continue sleeping.

"Chang Ming is right. This mural is also part of the music score, but... I always feel like something is wrong..."

Cassiodoro licked his little paw, and then said to Ying and Paimon who were still in deep thought:

"Although this place looks peaceful, I always feel that there is some discordant rhythm here, which is a bit weird..."

"In order to ensure our safety, we have to find a blank song before officially taking over this score—meow?!"

Before Cassiodoro could finish his words, the mural in front of him began to emit a little golden light, and the music box that Ying had put away long ago also rang without any warning.

"what?"

Not only did Cassiodoro let out a sharp explosion, but even Chang Ming, who was always calm, made an incredible sound.

Shouldn't the next part of the script be about Ying looking for a blank sheet of music? Why did this thing start playing by itself?

Could it be that Boethius is influencing this thing? But... isn't it possible for him to interfere with so many realities? How could it be...

ka ka ka-

Accompanied by a sound like rocks falling off rang in Chang Ming's ears, he instantly realized some...small accidents.

The golems standing in the corners of the stage started moving at this moment. The breathtaking bloody light shone from the gaps in their armor, causing Chang Ming to sigh helplessly.

"As long as that bastard Boethius doesn't affect my spirit..."

He shook his head slightly, then glanced at Ying, who was staring at the mural in a daze as if he had entered another world, and Paimon, who was already extremely panicked. The doubts in his heart were growing.

If Boethius really had this ability, he would have eaten Chang Ming up thoroughly without leaving even a bone. Why would he wait until now?

Could it be that... there is another reason behind this?

Just as Chang Ming was thinking about the deeper reasons behind this sudden change, the golem in the corner had already appeared behind him.

The golem slowly raised the sword in its hand and prepared to swing it towards Chang Ming.

It must obey the will of the God-King and completely kill this heretic here.

but...

clang--

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal clashing that echoed on the stage, the golem, no - it should be said that the giant sword that made the entire Lemuria dynasty proud was broken into two pieces at this moment, shattering the tranquility on the stage.

In response to the golem's extremely passionate loyalty, there came a cold gaze from the new era.

"The remnants of the old times should just die in peace. Why do they have to come out and cause trouble again and again?"

Chang Ming's voice was extremely calm. He seemed to be speaking to the golem, and also seemed to be speaking to Boethius who was directly connected to the golem.

Before the golem could make the next reaction, the ceremonial sword in Chang Ming's hand, which was flashing with purple-black light, instantly cut it off.

"Next...you guys..."

Chang Ming muttered to himself as he turned into lightning and ran across the stage. Those golems that appeared from nowhere were turned into dust under the shining purple-black lightning.

This battle is not just a battle between the two traders, Chang Ming and Boethius, but also a battle between the new era and the old era.

Lemuria has become a thing of the past, so let them become a page in the history books instead of turning into these messy things that wreak havoc on the world.

Looking at the stones and dust on the ground, Paimeng, who was originally a little panicked, couldn't help but open his mouth, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

She suddenly felt...it didn't matter whether Chang Ming took back the fairy's power or not.

After all, judging from his current combat performance, Chang Ming's ability is already among the most powerful ones they have seen during their journey.

Although I have never seen Apep take action, but...if they really started fighting, I'm afraid the difference wouldn't be that big, right?

Paimon couldn't help but think so.

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I should have updated it yesterday, but I was sick and couldn't get up from bed. Now I've gotten up and written one chapter, but I want to go back to bed again.

It’s so uncomfortable to be sick. It’s the end of the year now, so everyone should keep warm and don’t catch a cold. Many friends I know are also sick.

Oh, I get sick every year at the end of the year. It’s so annoying.