"It's fine. Three days is nothing. I can wait. When you complete the shaping, I will come to retrieve the sword."
Let alone a God, three days would pass in the blink of an eye even for a human. If it weren't for Inazuma being in ruins and needing her to preside over the Tenshukaku, she would have stayed at the Amenoma Smithy until the sword billet was forged.
...
"Cloud-like beauty~ Flower-like beauty, romance all in the mountains and rivers~"
Morax listened to Yun Jin's graceful voice, savoring the tea in his cup. Life, as they said, meant ordering the most expensive opera divas for entertainment, sipping the finest tea, and choosing the best thrushes for bird-walking.
Liyue had given him a perfect answer sheet in the previous test, and now he could finally enjoy his retirement.
However...
"Hmm?"
Don't misunderstand, it wasn't that the tea or the opera had a problem, but he sensed something familiar. It had been thousands of years since he had given it away.
'I never thought you would be the last one to use it, Beelzebul.'
Morax naturally knew the true name of the current Electro God; after all, he was also present at the downfall of Khaenri'ah.
As the earliest nation to develop metallurgy, Liyue's forging techniques were naturally among the best in Teyvat, and Inazuma's jade steel was renowned throughout the continent, so its craftsmanship wouldn't be far behind.
Morax originally thought that Inazuma's Electro God would be among the first to use this ore, just like the fiery God of Pyro who was passionate about war, but he didn't expect her to be the last.
'Forget it, forget it. I am no longer one of the Celestial Archons. Why bother with so much?'
Morax shook his head, no longer thinking about what Beelzebul would do with this ore, and instead turned his attention to the opera before him.
It must be said that the head of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe was truly excellent. A minute on stage was ten years of practice off stage. Even with Morax's discerning eye, he couldn't find any flaws, which showed how much effort Yun Jin put in normally.
Moreover, she would also make some modifications to classic plays based on her own ideas, making them closer to contemporary culture.
Although Morax had lived for a long time, this did not mean he was a stubborn Old Timer. As long as the core idea was sound, he was very willing to understand it.
Just like these modified plays, some parts changed, and what mattered most was that they sounded good.
'How wonderful. How did it go? This is what you call retirement!'
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Inazuma · Yashiori Island
Time quickly came to evening. In a hidden corner, a group of warmongers gathered, discussing something.
"Are we just going to stop fighting like this? But how can we possibly stop?"
"Exactly! I say Lady Sangonomiya is too timid. If it were me, I would directly lead the charge to break through the lines and take Tatarasuna as well!"
"No, no, we should first take the Serpent's Head cannon and use the Shogunate's weapons to fight the Shogunate. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"That's absolutely right!"
A group of people discussed animatedly, completely oblivious to the sneer on someone's face in the darkness.
'Heh heh, a bunch of fools, keep fighting. You have no idea what you're pushing for!' Nathan thought to himself.
He was a Fatui spy embedded on Watatsumi Island, his goal being to incite Watatsumi Island's hatred towards the Shogunate, causing chaos between the two sides.
So far, the effect was not bad. These ignorant people already harbored immense hatred for the Shogunate. He merely gave a slight push, completely igniting their emotions.
But now, because of that woman, the two sides had ceased hostilities, which was the last thing Nathan wanted to see. So, he planned to make them fight again.
And these ignorant people were the fuse.
As the saying goes, to catch a thief, first catch the king. Nathan planned to target the high-ranking officials from both sides. Imagine if both parties' representatives died during negotiations—wouldn't that lead to an all-out war?
At that point, would it even matter which side started the war? Driven by hatred, both would only want to eliminate the other as quickly as possible!
Heh heh, he might not be strong in terms of raw power, but when it came to underhanded schemes, the Fatui claimed second place in Teyvat, and no one dared to claim first!
Thinking this, Nathan found the highest-ranking warmonger and whispered in his ear, "I have a way to break the negotiations and keep this war going."
"Really?"
"Of course, I've been thinking about it for a long time…"
Nathan whispered the plan to the warmonger, of course, this was only part of his plan; he didn't reveal the true core.
"You're really something, kid. No wonder you're a Mondstadter who values freedom. Your method is quite feasible," the warmonger exclaimed after listening.
"Since that's the case, let's go with your plan. Anyway, things have already come to this point. Dying on the battlefield is better than cowering here!"
"Hmm! In Mondstadt, we most admire people like you who fight for resistance. I believe that after you succeed, you will also be remembered by future generations, just like the great hero Vennessa!"
"Haha, really? Then I'll take your auspicious words in advance!"
It must be said that Nathan was truly burning newspapers on a grave mound, trying to fool ghosts. Vennessa fought to liberate the oppressed people of Mondstadt, while Watatsumi Island was simply a bunch of insatiable ruffians.
The nature of the two was completely different. If they truly continued fighting, let alone being remembered by future generations, whether there would even be future generations was a question worth considering.
But the warmongers of Watatsumi Island didn't know the story from far-off Mondstadt. Under the meaningful blockade of the previous shrine maiden, all the stories they heard were about how brave the ancestors of Watatsumi Island were and how great Orobas was, though he was indeed great.
But unfortunately, the people of Watatsumi Island did not realize the sacrifice Orobas made for them.
Nathan listened to the warmonger's words, his disdain growing even stronger.
'Sure enough, fools are just fools. They never once thought why a Mondstadter would go to such lengths to help them?'
Although Nathan was Fatui, he did come from Mondstadt. To be precise, the Fatui contained people from anywhere.
Snezhnaya was the most common, but there were also orphans from the other six nations. They were all adopted by the Fatui and then used as tools to infiltrate other countries. Nathan was just one of them.
There were even people from already fallen ancient nations; in short, all sorts of absurd individuals existed, but Nathan, at his level, didn't know these things.
Now he was fantasizing about his future days of promotion and salary increases. At that time, he would also be able to become a squad leader, no longer having to do everything himself.
How great would it be to have others do things for him!
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