I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [61]

With Ningguang’s declaration of "The Geo Archon has been assassinated," the entire Liyue Harbor descended into chaos.

Some rushed forward, desperate to see if the fallen body on the ground was truly their Archon.

Others, having seen the scene clearly, were overcome with terror and instinctively retreated.

Some dropped to their knees, wailing in anguish.

Still, others darted their eyes around nervously, seeking an escape route.

The Traveler and Paimon stood at the forefront, witnessing the scene up close. They too saw what had fallen to the ground.

It was a massive dragon, distinctly different from Mondstadt’s Stormterror, Dvalin. It lacked wings, bore twin horns on its head, scales down its back, whiskers near its mouth, and a luminous pearl under its chin.

Its sheer presence exuded an overwhelming majesty, suggesting that it must have been immensely powerful in life—far stronger than the Wind Dragon, Dvalin.

But now, this mighty dragon lay crumpled on the ground like a heap of flesh.

“What do we do? What do we do??” Paimon’s voice trembled as she spotted the Millelith scanning the crowd.

“The Millelith are inspecting everyone, especially suspicious foreigners! Lumine, you’re definitely going to get arrested! Even if you didn’t do anything, they’ll lock you up until they figure it out… What do we do??”

Paimon’s panicked outburst made the Traveler herself falter.

She glanced around at the approaching Millelith, biting her lip as she prepared to sneak away unnoticed.

But just as she was about to move, a calm, gentle voice spoke softly by her ear.

“There’s no need to panic.”

The Traveler immediately looked up to see a familiar face.

“Huh?? You’re the kind stranger who warned us earlier that Ningguang would be holding a ritual here, right?” Paimon blurted out, managing to get through the tongue-twister of a sentence without stumbling.

“My name is Zhongli,” the man introduced himself smoothly. “Traveler, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“How do you know my name?” the Traveler asked warily, taking two steps back and placing a hand on her sword’s hilt.

“Please, don’t be alarmed,” Zhongli replied, his voice steady and without a hint of emotion. “As the renowned ‘Honorary Knight’ of Mondstadt, your deeds are known even here in Liyue.”

“Ahahaha~!” Paimon puffed up proudly, placing her hands on her hips. “Lumine, look! It seems we’re famous not just in Mondstadt but even in Liyue!”

The Traveler, rolling her eyes at Paimon’s smug expression, muttered under her breath, “Does that fame include your name, Paimon?”

“Huh??” Paimon froze, her face falling as she muttered in dejection, “Yeah… it’s always just your name, never mine.”

Seeing Paimon’s disheartened look, the Traveler reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry. You’re still my best partner.”

“Hehe~! That’s right!” Paimon perked up instantly. “Since it’s under my guidance that you gained this fame, half of that reputation belongs to me!”

Her self-congratulatory tone brought a faint smile to the Traveler’s lips, though Zhongli stood quietly by the side, observing without interrupting.

Once the pair had finished their comedic exchange, Zhongli resumed speaking. “I am Zhongli, a consultant at Liyue’s Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

The Traveler gave a small nod in acknowledgment.

Paimon, however, couldn’t help but press further. “Why did you say not to worry? I may not know much about Liyue, but I’ve heard how strict its laws are. Someone like Lumine—such a suspicious foreigner—would definitely get arrested for questioning under these circumstances!”

“I can vouch for her,” Zhongli replied calmly.

“Vouch? What kind of proof can you provide?” Paimon asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“Naturally, I can prove that Mondstadt’s ‘Honorary Knight’ is not an accomplice of the witch who assassinated the Geo Archon.”

Their conversation caused the Traveler to hesitate, and she missed the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

By now, the Millelith had surrounded them, though their attention quickly shifted to Zhongli’s presence.

A few of them nodded respectfully toward Zhongli, and one who appeared to be the captain stepped forward, addressing him. “Mr. Zhongli, may I ask who this is with you?”

Zhongli turned to face the captain and gestured toward the Traveler. “This is my friend from Mondstadt, who just arrived in Liyue today. I invited her to attend the Rite of Descension. I did not expect her to encounter such a distressing event.”

“Your friend?” The captain scrutinized the Traveler’s attire, then glanced at Paimon floating nearby. After a moment, he nodded and said, “I apologize. You’ve traveled all the way to Liyue, only to be caught up in this chaos. Please forgive us.”

Hearing this, Paimon scratched the back of her head sheepishly and gave a nervous laugh. “Haha! It’s no big deal. But… is that dragon really the Geo Archon?”

The captain’s face turned stern at her question. He glared at Paimon and reprimanded her in a low voice. “How could the Geo Archon fall so easily? That corpse is nothing more than a beast’s body dressed up to resemble our lord by that so-called ‘Third Apostle.’ Do not spread baseless rumors, foreigner.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Got it!” Paimon hastily stepped back, bowing deeply. “I’m so sorry!”

“Hmph.” The captain huffed and turned away, walking off with his subordinates.

“Come,” Zhongli said, extending a hand to the Traveler. “Let’s find a quieter place to talk.”

“Alright…”

Without needing further encouragement from Paimon, the Traveler nodded and followed Zhongli away from the commotion.

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In a secluded corner of the Rite of Descension…

Tartaglia, also known as Childe, gazed at the dragon corpse lying at the center of the ceremony. A flicker of intrigue crossed his eyes.

The Gnosis he sought might now be within his reach.

But charging out recklessly to seize it would only end in disaster. Ningguang and the Millelith wouldn’t let him escape unscathed.

“So, this isn’t an opportunity… yet,” he muttered, discarding the idea of direct action.

After all, compared to Mondstadt, Liyue’s strength was overwhelming. Between the Qixing and the adepti, their power was undeniable.

If he left evidence in their hands, even he wouldn’t escape from Liyue alive.

“Looks like I’ll need another plan…”

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