Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

"Towards the stars and the abyss, welcome to the Adventurer's Guild." Catherine said to Ying, Kong and Paimon who were standing in front of her.

Catherine's face was filled with a happy smile. She really liked Kong coming here to accept commissions because he was one of the few people who would not interrupt her when she was talking.

As mentioned before, most adventurers would interrupt her, but Sora would always listen to her finish her words out of politeness, even after knowing that she was a puppet. This made her feel respected.

There was a hint of impatience on Yan's face. He wanted to interrupt Catherine's unchanging opening remarks, but Kong stopped him. He had to listen patiently.

As for why the three of them came here?

Of course, it is to earn Mora. They don’t have any Mora now. If they don’t do the commission, they will starve to death.

Life is not easy, sighed Bao.

"Catherine, do you have anything for us to do?"

Paimon asked Katherine.

She can be said to be the "diplomat" among the three.

As we all know, Kong is a mute who seldom speaks, and Ying doesn't want to interact with outsiders. So, every time this happens, we have to ask our God's Mouth to come out.

"Yes, are you still accepting four commissions at a time as usual?"

Catherine took out the commission and handed it to a few people.

At the beginning, Yan and Kong completed four commissions in one day, which really surprised Catherine.

You know, every adventurer will make various preparations several days in advance before accepting a commission: collecting intelligence, preparing supplies, investigating information about the employer and the target, etc. Only when everything is ready will they come to accept the commission.

Even so, they still have the possibility of failure.

As for Yan and Kong, they didn't do any homework. They just came to accept the commission and completed the task quickly. Moreover, their task success rate was as high as over 90%. They are simply model workers.

"Well, please, Catherine."

Paimon accepted the commission and thanked him.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Catherine said with a professional smile on her face.

After leaving the Adventurer's Association, they began to carefully examine the commission form.

"Let me see. I'm helping Sarah deliver takeout. I'm helping the proprietress of the Cat's Tail Tavern find a cat..."

Paimon stared at the order form and muttered to himself.

"What are these? Why would the Adventurer's Guild's commission include these things?"

He said with a slight frown.

"There's nothing we can do. Most of the commissions are like this. Things like fighting the Hillilchurls are very rare." Kong said helplessly.

He also found these commissions annoying, but what could he do?

"Forget it, I'll leave these commissions to you. I'm sure you can complete them quickly without my help."

After saying this, he teleported away.

"This guy just walked off on his own again." Paimon complained.

Sora took the order form, calculated the distance in his mind, and figured out how to complete the order in the shortest time. Then he walked towards the Deer Hunter Restaurant with the order form.

A few days ago, Liyue, Liuli Pavilion

Zhongli looked at the messy dining table in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Just now, after a drunken rage, Wendy left without a word, leaving Zhongli alone in the wind.

Zhongli reached into his pocket.

"Sure enough, you forgot to bring Mora again."

Zhongli seemed to be used to it. He raised his right hand and touched his chin.

He was thinking whether to record it in the account of Wangsheng Hall or the account of Beiguo Bank.

Suddenly, Zhongli seemed to think of something and muttered to himself, "I remember that Liuli Pavilion doesn't allow us to keep accounts. This is troublesome."

Zhongli was silent. As the Geo King and the god of Liyue, did he have to work in his own country to pay back his debts?

If Wendy knew about this, wouldn't she be laughed at for thousands of years?

As for running away from the bill, such a thing would never appear in his mind. After all, a transaction is also a kind of contract, and as the God of Contract, it is impossible for him to violate the contract.

Of course, there are other ways. He can send a message to Ganyu or other immortals. I believe that they will come to help him pay in no time.

But the same thing goes, he can't afford to lose face.

Zhongli is not Wendy. Wendy has done this kind of thing many times and no longer cares about it, but Zhongli still wants to save his face.

Just as he was thinking about how to get through this "crisis", a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Boss, I'm here with a few friends for dinner. We made a reservation in advance. Private room number 6."

"Yes, please come in, my dear."

The waiter came over with a professional smile on his face and led a few people to the private room.

After Zhongli heard this, the sad expression on his face disappeared instantly and he smiled. The wallet was here.

Zhongli walked out of the room and happened to pass by Tartaglia.

"Sir, long time no see."

"It's Mr. Zhongli. Are you here for dinner too?" When Tartaglia saw that it was Zhongli, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Well, my lord, I think you wouldn't mind having an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, right?" Zhongli said with a smile.

"Of course I don't mind. It's our honor to have a meal with Mr. Zhongli." Tartaglia did not refuse and responded with a smile.

This statement is not wrong. After all, Zhongli is a god. For ordinary people, being able to sit at the same table with him is something they can brag about for the rest of their lives.

"In that case, I am sorry to bother you." Zhongli said.

In this way, Zhongli followed Tartaglia and walked towards the private room while chatting.

However, the Fatui subordinates beside them were very confused. Who was this young man with extraordinary conversation skills? How could he be chatting and laughing with the young master?

And it seems that the young master seems to be particularly respectful to the other party.

After the banquet, when Tartaglia and Zhongli were about to leave Liuli Pavilion, a waiter came over with a bill in his hand.

The waiter stood not far away, hesitating whether to go forward. After all, judging from Zhongli's appearance, he obviously had a close relationship with the Fatui, and they in Liuli Pavilion could not afford to offend the Fatui.

Dadalia looked at the waiter with some confusion. He had clearly already paid, so why was someone coming to collect the fee?

However, seeing that the other person's eyes were always glancing in Zhongli's direction, Tartaglia instantly understood.

He waved his hand, signaling the waiter to come over.

Seeing this, the waiter thought he had offended the other party and came to Tartaglia tremblingly.

You have to know that the person in front of him is the executive of the Fatui. Who wouldn't be afraid?

Tartaglia took out a piece of paper and wrote his name on it.

"Take this to Northland Bank and they'll pay you."

After saying this, Tartaglia left the Liuli Pavilion, chatting and laughing with Zhongli, regardless of the other party's reaction.

As for whether the other party would go to Northland Bank to ask for money, that had nothing to do with him.

Zhongli and Tartaglia chatted for a while and then parted ways. After all, Tartaglia had important things to do.

Afterwards, Tartaglia found another restaurant and started the meeting with his subordinates.

After all, Zhongli was present just now, so it was not convenient for them to talk about business.

After returning to the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli began his daily stroll as usual. Oh, I said it wrong, it was a leisurely wandering in the world.

One day, Zhongli heard from the people in the Hall of Rebirth that they were going to Mondstadt to discuss opening a hall with the Knights.

Just as they were discussing who should go, Zhongli took on the job, as he happened to have a score to settle with a drunkard poet.

In a tavern in Mondstadt, an unnamed bard who was drinking accidentally sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and said, "Strange, there are no cats around here, why am I sneezing? Never mind, just keep drinking."

So he started drinking again, and soon he was so drunk that he fell asleep on the table without caring about his image.