The Homeless Man of Teyvat

[Servant] Arecino glanced at Dotore, his eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking: "Speaking of which, who...is still in Rice Wife?"

The "that one" she mentioned was naturally Chen Tianfeng. It can be said that today's fools, no, any force that wants to change or subvert the structure of Teyvat, apart from their own original plans, must pay attention to a vital piece of information-Chen Tianfeng's location.

And make necessary adjustments to your plans based on the position and wishes of this being.

After all, no one wants to start a business only to fail halfway through.

"Still."

Dotore nodded, stopped shaking the glass test tube in his hand, and smiled half-heartedly: "What, are you really going to find Him to avenge Rosalind?"

"I have never been afraid of death." Arecino said calmly and paused: "But I also don't want to embrace death in advance."

She has unfinished business, and she never wants to be swallowed by death in vain before completing all her visions.

The Fontaine prophecy has not yet been solved, the children have not grown up, and she cannot die now... Arecino looked at Dottore with a cold expression: "But I am very curious, how did you know the location of that person? Just before He arrived, he and Scaramucci deceived Rice Wife’s heart of God.”

"How can you call it a lie? This is an honest and fair transaction."

Dotore shook his head with a smile and said: "As for how to know his position, it is very simple. If you think of the world as a calm lake, he will be like a huge rock crashing down, with waves surging and waves turbulent. For some reasons, in the winter, It’s impossible to pinpoint the location of the boulder, but you can roughly determine its location by observing the waves and waves.”

This is undoubtedly a trick. If that person chooses to hide his traces, restrain his aura, and sneak into a country at will on a sudden whim... then until the storm rises, Zhi Dong will not be able to guess his approximate whereabouts.

One wrong step, every wrong step.

Who would have thought that such an unreasonable monster would suddenly appear in Teyvat.

Dotore raised his hand to press his temples and sighed in his heart.

"Whether it's cheating or trading, it doesn't matter."

[Captain] Capitano wears the standard cloak of the Fools' Executive Officers with black velvet around the neck. The mask is quite strange. The mask is dark and hollow and makes it difficult to see the face. There are only two silver-white chains extending from the eyebrows. , hanging at the temple: "But where is Dotore, Scaramucci and Inazuma's God's Heart?"

"In a necessary plan and an experiment called [blasphemy], don't worry, everything is under control." Dotore put down his hand, with a smile on his lips.

"These words sound familiar. Hey, Dotore, did you also say this when you were in Liyue?"

Dadalia frowned slightly: "Then you died and was sliced ​​into pieces within two days. Will it be the same this time?"

Dotore: "..."

Dotore didn't want to pay attention to this stupid and lucky warrior, and simply ignored him and turned to [Captain], thinking about whether to explain in detail.

At this time, the Queen's Guards of the Winter Palace walked into the main hall holding a small box.

"Um?"

The Commander-in-Chief of Fools [Harlequin] Piero looked at the guards, especially the small box. The half of his old face that was not obscured by the mask froze slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "What are your orders from Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Replying to your lord, Her Majesty the Queen asked me to deliver this box to [Doctor] and see him open it himself." The guard bowed, holding the box in both hands and raising it to his eyebrows.

"For me?"

Under the mask of Dotore, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes moved between [Harlequin], the guards and the box. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. After thinking about it, he asked: "This box... Did the Queen say what it contained? "

"Sir, I don't know."

"And where does it come from?"

"Sir, I don't know."

"Ah……"

Dotore glanced at Konoe, not wanting to argue or embarrass him. He took the box and was about to open it, but found that [Harlequin] seemed to have widened the distance between him and him.

"You know this box? What's wrong with it?"

Dotore stopped and looked at Piero, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, it's also my first time seeing you."

[Harlequin] Piero shook his head, his hair, beard and eyebrows were all pale, and his tone was old and gentle: "But, this is a gift given to you by Her Majesty the Queen. Even I am not qualified to get involved."

The eyebrows under Dotore's mask wrinkled, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.

At the same time, most of the other executives and the guards who brought the box silently distanced themselves from him. Although I don’t know what is in the box, judging from the performance of [Harlequin], it is better to stay away from Dotore at this moment.

Dadalia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the others were doing. He scratched his hair, simply didn't think about it, and took a few steps back like the other fools.

Apart from anything else, his colleagues are all very good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and they are very alert. If you imitate them in situations other than combat, you will most likely not make mistakes.

Dotore was silent for a few seconds, looking at the box in his hand, recognizing its material and markings.

The third seal of thunder, the amethyst of Ina Wife... so it was sent by Ina Wife... His eyes flashed slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart. He calmed down, prepared for defense while his strength was running, and then slowly opened it. box.

There was no strong flash, no violent roar, and even no strange vision. The box was opened quietly. A coin was supported on the gray-white base, and the eight small characters "Holy Spirit Empire People's Bank" were written on it.

Dotole breathed a sigh of relief, holding the box with one hand, turned around and looked at his colleagues, with a slight curl of his lips: "What a fuss, this is just an ordinary warning, there will be no substantial harm... Tartaglia, what's that expression on your face?"

He was a little confused, looking at Tartaglia's wide-eyed and shocked expression, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

No, it's not just Tartaglia, [Rooster], [Girl], [Servant], [Puppet]... [Captain] and [Clown], all looked at him with something wrong.

"You... Dotole, don't you think something is wrong?"

Tadalia swallowed his saliva, and took a few steps back with a group of Fatui executives, raised his hand and pointed at Dotole, and said in a shocked tone: "You are fading!"

Fading?

Dotole was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his body, his face changed drastically.

His legs, arms, torso, and even clothes turned pale rapidly, as if some invisible pollution source was grinning and eroding him.

"No! I..."

Dotole noticed something, but before he could speak, his whole body turned completely gray, and with a "crackling" sound, it shattered into pale and powerless dust.

The coin was suspended, and a light flashed on its surface, which aroused a gust of wind, rolling up the gray dust, as if an invisible big mouth swallowed it, and then quietly stayed in place, as if waiting for someone in the field to attack it.

"..."

[Clown] Piero raised his hand to signal everyone not to act rashly, coughed, and saluted the coin slightly: "Your Majesty, your warning has been received by Zhidong. We will remember your teachings and wish that Zhidong and you will have a long-lasting friendship."

The coin paused, circled around [Clown], as if it had memorized his breath and appearance, and then took off into the air, smashed the window and flew to an unknown place.

[Clown] Piero's expression did not change at all, as if he did not care about what happened before, but his palms under the cloak could not help but clench, revealing his restlessness.

"What was that just now?"

Daddalia glanced at the broken window, retracted his gaze, turned to [Clown] Piero, and guessed uncertainly: "Is it Chen Tianfeng's method?"

"Yes, it was him."

There was a voice outside the palace. Dadalia looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Dotore? Is this your other slice?"

"Yeah."

Dotore nodded, his face was gloomy, and he was not in the mood to explain in detail.

He just discovered that the moment he was eroded by [Death], his life state was "stagnant". To explain it in detail, from now on, his slices can only be reduced by death, but not increased.

Unless he can raise his status to a level beyond Chen Tianfeng before all the slices die, or directly kill Chen Tianfeng, then the "stagnation" can be lifted.

——But this kind of thing is not a small probability, but it is impossible.

"Dotore, are you sure about what's next?"

[Clown] Piero glanced at him, his old tone calm and ruthless: "If I fail, I will report to Her Majesty the Queen, and for the sake of winter, I will completely expel you from the Fatui."

"Oh, so cold."

Dotore seemed to smile, but there was no arc at the corner of his lips: "I will try my best. Don't worry, even if I fail, I will not become an obstacle to Her Majesty the Queen's great cause."

Dartalia blinked, looked confused, moved slightly, approached Arlecino, and whispered: "Hey, Arlecino, do you understand what they are saying?"

Arlecino glanced at him and was too lazy to answer.

【Clown】 Piero noticed the "communication" between the two and cast his eyes on the "youngest" colleague: "Daddalia, you seem to have any questions?"

"Ah, I was thinking..."

Daddalia was about to express his doubts, but noticed the strange look in 【Rooster】 Pucciniella's eyes, paused, decided to suppress his doubts for the time being, and changed his voice: "Mr. Mayor said that Rosaline's death deserves a half-day suspension of work to commemorate it. Then, can we stop work for half a day longer for Dottore's death?"

【Rooster】 Pucciniella: "..."

【Clown】 Piero: "..."

【Doctor】 Dottore: "..."

The executives either chuckled, or had a dark complexion, or their expressions remained unchanged, just pretending not to hear it - or maybe it was a habit.

"There's something wrong with your calculation, Mr. Tartaglia."

[Servant] Alechino said seriously, "According to the mayor's calculation that one executive officer is worth half a day of suspension of work and commemoration, if one slice of Dotore dies, the suspension of work and commemoration should be a long half an hour or an hour."

Dotore: "..."