Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

"Of course~ The brave and fearless Lord Osel is not afraid to step forward because he is afraid of the power of the Thunder God. After all, you dared to compete with the Rock King for the throne!"

"There is another possibility. Lord Osel has not been able to get close to his wife for a long time. Under the influence of the long years and wear and tear, he has developed a little unknown hobby."

"As he peeled off the seal and watched his wife being intimate with another sea snake, Lord Osel suddenly felt a different kind of pleasure in his heart. Did you put yourself in their shoes? I think you definitely did, after all, I created the conditions for you to put yourself in their shoes."

“Ahhhhhh——”

"This is a really strange hobby, but don't worry, Lord Osel. This matter will not spread throughout Teyvat for the time being. Now your wife is still innocent and loyal in the eyes of others."

"Ah... don't hit my head. Right now you should be thinking seriously about how to fight against Osel instead of hitting my head to stop me from talking and attract his attention. This is not a good thing to do."

Keqing's knife hit her head right on top, and the maid Yingzhai stuck out her tongue.

"And there's nothing wrong with what I said. I didn't say anything sarcastic. Didn't you notice that I just respectfully addressed Osel as 'Sir'?"

"Don't say such strange things. It will only anger Osel."

With a little blush on her cheeks, Keqing pushed aside the attendant Yingzhai and quickly came to Ningguang's side. She said, "The seal left by the emperor is still effective. Osel has only broken through part of it. We may succeed."

"Yes, this is a blessing in disguise, but how did Osel get out?"

It's obviously a golden house...

The timeline quietly goes back.

"I originally thought we had to break through the layers of blockades, but I didn't expect that the Golden House only had a patrol line on the outside. It seems that the Seven Stars of Liyue are not confident that others can patrol inside."

"But it's also..."

"Money is a great temptation. With so much gold in front of us, how many people can resist the temptation? It's a correct decision, but it's a bargain for us."

The effect of the bomb was better than expected. Even though he had put on earplugs for protection, Tartaglia still had some tinnitus, so he couldn't help but raise his voice a little, and shouted:

"But this place is really too big, with mountains of gold everywhere. Do you think Qixing will hide Morax's body under Mora? Maybe it's possible. Mora is also Morax's flesh and blood. Wouldn't it be considered blasphemy and could also serve as a better hiding place?"

"If people like us come here to look for Morax's body, unless we are lucky, it will definitely take a lot of time and effort to search... Suddenly, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Morax must be in the Gold Mountain!"

"Don't deny the piety of the Seven Stars. They would never do such a blasphemous act. We are only at the periphery of the Golden House now. Morax's divine body must be somewhere more central."

With a sneer, Rosaline rejected Tartaglia's idea and walked quickly forward, looking for the passage leading to the core part of the unfamiliar golden house, searching the surroundings carefully.

"What are you talking about?"

Tartaglia rubbed his ears vigorously, followed behind Rosaline, and the deaf man asked loudly: "Can't you speak louder? We are teammates now. Only by exchanging ideas with each other and improving tacit understanding can we make cooperation more pleasant!"

"I'm not interested... Tsk~ I didn't expect to find you so soon. I thought you would be with the body of Morax. You look so embarrassing now, Barbatos, the God of Wind."

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Wendy, who had fallen headfirst into a pile of Mora with only her lower body exposed. Rosalin stopped in the aisle, looking at her white silk legs that trembled at the sound of her voice.

"It is true that enemies often meet on a narrow road. Tartaglia, our cooperation ends here. I hope you can successfully retrieve the Heart of the Rock God."

Rosaline had no expectations for Tartaglia's next move. From the very beginning they had not counted on this last executive. He could be used as a sharp knife, but he was totally unqualified to be the mastermind behind the scenes.

So they decisively sold Tartaglia to Morax.

Let the poor last executive officer be the murderer behind the test of Liyue, while she hides in the dark, waiting for the completion of the contract...

This was the original plan.

No one expected Barbatos's escape to Liyue, which added an element of force majeure to the plan.

However, this force majeure factor did not play any other role in the plan. Everything was carried out according to plan, including the steps for Tartaglia to enter the Golden House.

He successfully entered here, and will then successfully approach the body of Morax. After finding nothing, he will start the more extreme opportunity.

Release the demon god Osel, who once competed with Morax for the throne, and let the final test come.

Without noticing the hidden pity in Rosalin's eyes, Tartaglia withdrew his gaze from the white silk legs. He couldn't hear what Rosalin was saying, but he knew what he should do now.

"I'll leave this to you! I hope that when I come out again, you won't be beaten by the wind god Barbatos to the point of closing your eyes and opening your mouth. Even the earliest god is still a god. I don't understand why you are so confident that you can get the heart of god from him."

Tartaglia was confused by Rosaline's inexplicable self-confidence, but he was unwilling to get involved. The Heart of the Wind God was Rosaline's business, and the Heart of the Rock God was the target of this mission.

However, compared to Rosaline who faced a living god directly, her luck was better. Morax's sudden death made the execution of the plan unimpeded, as if everything was secretly helping her.

In a very good mood, Tartaglia found the passage to the core part. The road was smooth and unobstructed. Finally, he arrived at the core of the Golden House before the flashing Mora blinded his eyes.

The half-dragon, half-scale body was suspended there, and even though it had been dead for a long time, it still exuded a frightening aura of oppression. The dragon claws and horns were mighty, and the luster of the dragon scales was even more bizarre.

Tartaglia stepped forward quickly.

"Even the immortals are not here. They really value the funeral of Emperor Yanwang."

His palm sank into the interior of the divine body. The efforts of the Northland Bank were well rewarded at this moment. At this moment, no one could stop him from obtaining the Heart of God. No one...

"What the hell is this?"

After searching for a long time, he did not find any trace of the Heart of God. Instead, Tartaglia, who had grabbed a hand, was slightly stunned.

He was silent for a while, then grabbed the hand and pulled the person out.

"It looks familiar. I think I've seen it there before."

Without considering why a person was stuffed into Morax's body, Tartaglia lowered his head and pinched the man's face, observing him back and forth. Suddenly, sparks flashed in his simple brain.

"Isn't this the guy in the cell next door? According to the information provided by the traveler, he is Tevarin, the Dragon of the East Wind. He came to Liyue with Barbatos. I heard that he once delayed Durin for a long time by himself... Ugh!"

"You've heard of my name, but you still dare to stay by my side, pinching my face and shaking me around?"

He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion at the unfamiliar environment. After confirming that there was no Baalzebub and two foxes, one white and one pink, chasing him with food, Tevarin, who had been trapped in a nightmare for many days, breathed a sigh of relief.

After kicking Tartaglia who fell with his eyes closed and mouth open, Tevarin retracted his fist and focused his attention on the body of Morax.

Rubbing his palms slowly on the cold scales, Tevarin looked melancholy: "From now on, the only one left of the first generation of gods is Barbatos, a guy who doesn't like to do his job... But this doesn't make him do his job!"

The leaping wind elemental told him the news, and Tevarin gritted his teeth:

"That guy was beaten by an officer outside until he closed his eyes and opened his mouth? How shameful! I, who was naive, should not have been deceived by Barbatos's saintly appearance. Otherwise, how could he have become a laborer now?"

"Now we have to clean up his mess. Can't he take back some of his divine power to protect himself? He has to use it all to maintain Mondstadt's environment... Hey, don't lie here, kid. Be my hostage for a while. I hope your companions care about you."