0p0 Chapter 176 The Fatui Conspiracy
Chapter 176 The Fatui Conspiracy
On a morning with a gentle sea breeze, Tartaglia, the last of the Fatui executive officers, "Chief," set foot on the land of Liyue.
"Is this the country ruled by the most ancient gods? It's so lively." Tartaglia looked around, his face full of excitement and curiosity.
"Sir, please pay attention to your image..." the Fatui member reminded carefully.
He carried a longbow, his steps firm and powerful. The sea breeze lifted his blue robe, and his golden hair shimmered in the sunlight. Upon arriving in Liyue, his azure eyes were filled with curiosity and scrutiny, curious about the novelties of this ancient land, and examining the secrets and opportunities that might be hidden behind its prosperity.
Tartaglia: "Is it okay for a young man like me to behave in an unruly manner? This isn't a formal occasion."
Liyue Harbor was bustling with activity, a bustling bustle of people, the sounds of shouting and laughter intermingling. Tartaglia weaved among the throng, the unfamiliar yet richly melodious Liyue dialect filling his ears, while before him were unique buildings and a dazzling array of goods. He seemed to be walking nonchalantly, yet in reality, he was observing everything around him intently.
Passing by the port's dock, where fishermen were busy loading and unloading cargo, Dardalia stopped for a moment and chatted with an elderly fisherman.
"Old man, how was your harvest today?" His eyes revealed friendliness.
"Not bad, young man. Are you new to Liyue?" the fisherman responded.
Tartaglia smiled and nodded, but said nothing more, making it difficult to guess his true intentions.
Walking into the bustling street, Tartaglia was drawn to a weapons shop. He walked inside, his fingers gently brushing over each fine weapon, his lips curled up slightly, as if evaluating how well these weapons matched his own.
Leaving the market, Tartaglia headed for the heights of Liyue, hoping to take in the panoramic view of the city. Standing on the hilltop, gazing at the densely packed houses, the winding streets, and the turbulent sea in the distance, a complex wave of emotions welled up within him. He knew full well that in this mysterious land, a thrilling adventure might await him.
"The Heart of the Rock God... I must obtain it..."
Just then, the "lady" appeared before him.
"Sir, you must be careful on this trip to Liyue," the lady said in a cold tone.
Tartaglia raised an eyebrow and responded, "Don't worry, I know what to do. You don't need to worry about it."
The lady snorted coldly, "Don't be so conceited. Don't ruin the Fatui's plans."
Tartaglia's eyes glared. "It's not your turn to tell me what to do."
The lady glared at him, "Don't forget your position among the executive officers."
Tartaglia refused to give in. "So what? Do I just do things my own way, or do you want to give me a chance to improve my status?"
The lady said disdainfully, "Do you know how a brainless person like you managed to get to this position?"
Tartaglia: "Want to fight?"
Just as the two men were on the verge of a fight, the luminous sorcerer beside them hurriedly advised, "Forget it! If you two adults take action, the plan will be ruined. We can't afford the punishment from His Majesty..."
The lady bit her lip, glared at Tartaglia fiercely, turned around and left.
Tartaglia snorted coldly and ignored him, continuing to think about his plan. He thought to himself that no matter what, he must obtain the Heart of the God of the Rock to prove his strength.
The departing lady secretly cursed in her heart, thinking that this impulsive "young man" might really mess things up. But at this moment, she had no time to dwell on him too much, as she had other matters to attend to.
The luminescence sorcerer stood there, looked at Tartaglia, then looked at the lady's receding back, sighed helplessly, and then followed the lady away.
Tartaglia was left standing there alone, the sea breeze still ruffling his clothes. His eyes grew more determined as he strode towards the depths of Liyue...
In the dark and gloomy secret meeting hall of the Fatui, the faint and dim lights flickered, and the solemn atmosphere seemed to be condensed into substance.
"Young Master" Tartaglia stood tall and straight in front of the large conference table, his hands firmly supporting the tabletop. His determined gaze, like a torch, swept across everyone present.
"Everyone, I have roughly determined the plan to obtain the Heart of the Rock God." Tartaglia's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the hall, as if carrying an unquestionable power.
The "lady" beside her crossed her arms, her brows slightly furrowed, and said in a questioning tone, "Then tell me, what are your plans?"
Tartaglia straightened up, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd once more. He said in a deep voice, "First, we must seize the opportunity presented by the Summoning Immortal Ceremony to attempt to establish contact with the Rock God. If we can peacefully obtain the Heart of God, that would naturally be even better."
"Hmph, what if it doesn't go as you wish?" The "lady" asked, a hint of sharpness in her eyes.
Tartaglia's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident and slightly cunning smile. "If this plan fails, then release the Whirlpool Demon God Osel to force the Rock God to appear. While he and Osel are fiercely fighting, I will seize the opportunity to attack and steal the Heart of God."
At this moment, a merchant from the Kingdom of Winter spoke eagerly, "If the Rock God unfortunately perishes in this plan, I wonder if the Fatui can help us control Liyue's economy?"
When Tartaglia heard this, he glanced at him indifferently and did not answer immediately.
The "lady" snorted coldly, raised the corner of her mouth, and said with disdain: "It depends on whether you have the ability."
The merchant quickly smiled and said eagerly, "If the fools can help us, this will be a success."
Tartaglia narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "This matter still requires careful planning. Currently, obtaining the Heart of God is the top priority."
The oppressive meeting finally came to a close amidst a heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere. Everyone's faces were gloomy, and they hurriedly left, each carrying their own complex and unspoken thoughts.
As soon as Rosalin stood up from her seat, she immediately realized that something was wrong, as if something was vibrating violently in an extremely inappropriate place. This sudden situation made her expression change drastically.
Tartaglia said suspiciously, "You've been acting strange lately?"
Rosalyn's eyes were sharp, and she shouted angrily: "None of your business, just do what you should do."
Tartaglia's face was full of confusion and bewilderment. He was stunned for a moment, muttered a few words, and then could only turn around and leave helplessly.
Rosaline gritted her teeth and whispered, "Damn King Hao, he actually put such a strange thing in that place." At this moment, she was extremely anxious and thought to herself: No, I have to find a place where no one is around to deal with this tricky situation.
On the other side, King Hao hid in the corner, holding the small remote control tightly in his hand, pressing it non-stop, with a malicious grin on his face, as if he was secretly proud of his successful prank.
Rosalin hurriedly walked towards a remote and deserted corner, observing her surroundings vigilantly as she walked, fearing that others would discover her embarrassing situation.
Prince Hao looked at her hurried back and laughed even more wantonly, secretly pleased with himself: "I'll see if I can trick you this time."
Rosalyn finally found an empty room, quickly closed the door, and began to deal with the thing that embarrassed her.
Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Rosalyn's heart instantly rose to her throat and she dared not breathe.
The footsteps stopped outside the door, followed by a whisper: "Isn't this Rosalyn's room? Why is the door closed?"
Rosalyn clenched her fists nervously, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Fortunately, the footsteps gradually faded away. Rosalyn breathed a sigh of relief and continued to "struggle" with the strange thing.
After some trouble, she finally solved the problem.
Rosaline tidied her clothes, her eyes filled with anger, and she decided to go and settle the score with King Hao.
When she found King Hao in a rage, King Hao was still immersed in the joy of his successful prank.
Rosalyn roared, "King Hao, you've gone too far this time!"
When King Hao saw her angry look, he knew he had caused a big disaster and quickly begged for mercy: "Rosalin, I was just joking, don't take it seriously, don't be angry!"
Rosalyn: "Since you want to play so much, I'll play with you." Her voice was cold and decisive, and her eyes were burning with anger.
When King Hao heard this, he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease in his heart, and the originally smug smile on his face instantly became extremely stiff: "Rosalin, don't, don't take it seriously, I was just confused for a moment, I know I was wrong." His voice trembled, full of fear and regret.
But Rosaline ignored his pleas for mercy. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold sneer: "Are you scared now? Humph, it's too late!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Rosaline exerted force and pushed King Hao into the corner.
She stepped on King Hao with her high heels and said arrogantly, "Good dog, be obedient. Now is the time to serve your master. If I am unhappy, someone will die." After she finished speaking, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes.
[You are really good at playing tricks, let’s start…]
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In the bustling city of Liyue, the streets bustled with activity, a cacophony of activity rising and falling. Sunlight streamed down the quaint buildings and streets, painting a scene brimming with life. Tartaglia leisurely strolled to Tietianzui, where a group of people sat in a corner. A cheerful, elderly man in the crowd was eloquently recounting an ancient and mysterious tale. The scene instantly caught Tartaglia's attention.
"It is said that in those long-ago years, Liyue once had a mysterious talisman called the 'Talisman of No Taboos'. This talisman is said to have extraordinary power and can break some conventional constraints." The old man's voice was vicissitudes and full of charm, as if bringing people back to that legendary era.
Tartaglia stood in the crowd, listening intently, deeply moved by the mysterious story. After the old man finished his story, he couldn't contain his curiosity and started chatting with the audience around him.
"Is this talisman with no taboos really so magical? I must explore it carefully." Tartaglia muttered to himself, while sketching out various imaginations about this mysterious talisman in his mind.
At that moment, a calm and handsome stranger happened to pass by and overheard Tartaglia's mumbling. He was tall and slender, dressed in a simple yet elegant long gown, with a piece of warm jade hanging from his waist. His face was as sharp as a knife and an axe, his eyebrows sharp and his eyes deep, seeming to conceal endless wisdom and secrets. Beneath his high nose bridge, his thin lips curled slightly, a hint of a smile on his face. The man approached with interest and asked gently, "I just heard that you are very interested in this Hundred Taboos Talisman?"
Tartaglia looked up and was instantly attracted by the outstanding temperament of the person in front of him. He quickly responded, "Indeed, I wonder what your opinion is?"
The man smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel warm and kind. He slowly said: "I know a little bit and would like to help you solve your doubts." It turned out that this man was Zhongli.
The two met and began chatting on the bustling street. Zhongli patiently listened to Tartaglia's various speculations and thoughts about the Hundred Taboos Talisman. Then, he nodded gently and calmly pulled out a worn, yet mysterious, Hundred Taboos Talisman from his pocket. He solemnly handed it to Tartaglia and instructed, "This talisman is mysterious and contains immeasurable power. If you are interested, you can study it. But remember to treat it with caution and do not act rashly."
Tartaglia took the Hundred Unrestricted Talisman with both hands, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. His eyes were filled with excitement and gratitude. He bowed deeply to Zhongli and said, "Thank you very much for your generous help, sir. What is your name?"
"Just call me Zhongli." Zhongli replied indifferently.
After obtaining the Scroll of No Taboos, Tartaglia, full of anticipation, immediately went to find the second "Doctor" who was secretly conducting research in Liyue.
"Doctor, I need your help." Tartaglia's voice was full of urgency and desire.
The Doctor sat in a room filled with various instruments and books. He looked up with a puzzled look at the mysteriously glowing talisman in Tartaglia's hand and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Tartaglia took a deep breath to calm his excitement, and told in detail the magical legend about the Hundred Taboos Talisman that he heard at Tietianzui, as well as his encounter with Zhongli and the talisman that Zhongli gave him as a gift. Then, he asked the "Doctor" with great anticipation to help him research and copy more.
The Doctor stood up, took the Scroll of No Taboos, and examined it carefully, a look of solemnity and excitement on his face. After a moment's contemplation, he said, "This is a very challenging task, but not impossible. I just need enough time and resources to conduct the research."
Tartaglia nodded repeatedly in agreement, with a determined light in his eyes: "No matter how long it takes, I am willing to wait." He left with great anticipation, firmly believing that this mysterious Talisman of No Taboos would surely add powerful support to his plan and start an extraordinary journey.