Chapter 233: Each with Their Own Thoughts

Tartaglia's movements were very quick.

When it came to dismantling the binding mechanisms, he alone was far faster than the Ninth Brigade, which was like a burden.

Seeing that he had already dismantled the last mechanism, it wouldn't be long before he could undo the bonds of the Heavenly Ice Nail.

Luo De stopped chatting idly with Ye Lan at the entrance.

After giving Ye Lan a brief instruction, he summoned Xiao, and the two rushed toward the spot where Tartaglia had been seen, at top speed.

"Hey, friend."

"I'll have it fixed soon; don't worry."

Tartaglia, sweating profusely from his work, saw Luo De approaching; his hands didn't stop, and he kept laughing loudly.

"He said he wasn't in a hurry."

But his appearance showed he was more anxious and excited than anyone.

Fighting strong enemies.

This is Tartaglia's greatest hobby.

Being able to battle a remnant soul of immortal-level stature is more important to him than anything else.

"Wait a moment."

"Xiao has something to say to you."

Luo De reached out and pointed at Xiao.

"Huh?"

"You have something to say to me? Are you preparing to fight me?"

Tartaglia grew more excited as he spoke.

When he first saw Xiao, even without knowing Xiao was an immortal, he could tell Xiao's strength was not ordinary.

Too bad.

Xiao would refuse his sparring invitation.

Now Luo De said Xiao had something to tell him, and Tartaglia naturally took it as Xiao preparing to accept the invitation and engage in a thrilling battle with him.

"You're overthinking it."

Luo De gave him a sideways glance and, annoyed, repeated the precautions for entering the sealed land.

Then he emphasized: "You don't want to fight the remnant soul of Fushe? There you must first understand Fushe's strength, form an extremely precise impression of him, so that under the effect of the Wishing Stone you can see Fushe in the sealed land's special space."

"How troublesome."

Tartaglia's excited face instantly fell.

Originally, in his understanding.

Entering the sealed land would let him run into an immortal's remnant soul and have a good fight with it.

He hadn't expected that he would first need to mentally work out Fushe's combat techniques, power, and image, among many other troublesome things, in order to battle the immortal's remnant soul.

For Tartaglia, who habitually prefers simple, violent solutions to problems, this is undoubtedly no small difficulty.

"There's no way around it."

"The space there is strange; it can only reproduce what one imagines in one's mind. The true remnant soul of Fushe has likely been worn away over the past five hundred years."

Having said that, Luo De left the time and space to Xiao and Tartaglia.

Let Xiao give Tartaglia a thorough account of Fushe's deeds, especially his combat techniques and abilities, which must be explained clearly.

"Do you really intend to let him battle the remnant soul of the Grand Marshal Teng She?"

Ye Lan's voice softly sounded in Luo De's ear.

"Sigh—"

"I'm sending you a message, not so you can eavesdrop on me."

"If you do this again, I'll flip my stall."

Luo De dislikes the feeling of being watched, even if it's unintentional.

"Oh, sorry."

Ye Lan's apology came quickly, and then she repeated her previous question: "Are you sure that relying solely on the description of the Great Sage Subduing Demons, that Fatui executor can successfully manifest the remnant soul of the Grand Marshal Teng She?"

This is a very practical question.

Not to mention Ye Lan thinks it's unlikely; even Tartaglia himself dare not guarantee it.

Luo De naturally dare not guarantee it either.

"Who told you I wanted him to actually go find Fushe's remnant soul?"

Luo De chuckled: "Do you really think I specially sought him out just to have him fight Fushe?"

"."

Ye Lan's side fell silent for a long while before she replied: "I really do think that."

"Looks like my talent for bluffing has improved."

Luo De curled the corner of his mouth into a smile: "You just need to know I said that to Tartaglia on purpose; you don't need to worry about anything else."

"Then can you guarantee his safety?"

"What I mean is."

"He won't be in any mortal danger, right?"

Regarding Luo De's scheming against Tartaglia, Ye Lan had no objection; she only worried that Luo De's scheming might get Tartaglia killed in the sealed land.

Unlike the Ninth Executor Pantaronie, who previously came to Liyue in private to cause trouble,

Tartaglia is an executor sent to Liyue by the Fatui on official business.

He belongs to the official representation of Snezhnaya.

Following the normal procedure.

He can get injured, can encounter whatever unforeseen accident, but the one thing is he absolutely cannot die in Liyue!

Especially, it cannot be that Yelan, Xiao, and Xiao are all unharmed while only Dadaalia, who is traveling with them, runs into trouble.

Once such a thing happens.

For Liyue and Sumeru, it is an extremely serious diplomatic incident.

Therefore, even if Yelan dislikes Dadaalia from the bottom of her heart, she must still worry whether this executive official representing Snezhnaya will encounter any life-threatening danger.

And Luo De's following words left her even more unsure how to respond.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

"What do you mean 'won't die'?"

"That still means there will be danger to his life, right?"

Following Luo De's arrangement, standing on the high point, always ready to support Yelan below, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

One Dadaalia is enough to give her a headache.

As it turns out, Luo De is no pushover either.

Moreover, this guy knows everything, and no matter what arrangement he makes, he always appears completely confident.

"A mysterious guy."

Yelan confidently believed her ability to read people was unmatched under heaven, yet when facing Luo De she inexplicably felt powerless to speak.

"Forget it, since we're saying that guy won't face any danger to his life."

"Then if something really happens, let Snezhnaya go find him and hold him accountable."

Hefting the communications device in her hand, Yelan swept away her recent gloom, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

A communications device crafted by the immortals.

It's not merely a simple function of transmitting messages.

Even the basic function of recording the speaker's voice is present.

Anyway, she gave the reminder thoroughly.

It's Luo De himself who's not taking it seriously.

If a problem really arises, Liyue can also pass the buck.

"After the binding of the great crystal is released, beneath it a massive Khaenri'ah excavation machine corrupted by the Abyss will awaken."

"To quickly deal with that machine, one must strike the great crystal one or more times at a suitable stress point, causing it to fall and suppress the corruption inside the giant machine."

Having silently recited Luo De's assigned task, watching Dadaalia below begin to move again, Yelan drew her own bow, looking confidently at the ever-brighter Frostsky Nail.

"Next."

"Let me see just how omniscient and omnipotent you, the Dendro Archon's envoy, really are."

(End of chapter)