Chapter 490

Because of her time spent in Mondstadt, she naturally had some understanding of the Fatui.

These people were definitely not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

Perhaps saving her had been part of some unknown scheme.

"I never laid a hand on you — in fact, I saved you!"

Young Master spread his hands, looking a little helpless.

"We're all here already, let's go in and take a look before we say anything."

Saying that, he walked in first.

After a moment's hesitation, Yingmei followed him in.

"Let me introduce — this friend is the man from the trade I mentioned earlier, a consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Mr. Zhongli."

"And these two are the Traveler and Paimon."

After entering the private room, Young Master briefly introduced everyone's identities to one another.

"Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"

Little Paimon gave Zhongli a puzzled once-over.

It sounds like a very strange organization, doesn't it?

And this person, just like Boss Gou, really loves drinking tea.

"A pleasure to meet you both. I've heard the rumors about you.

As for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, it is an organization that oversees funeral rites, dedicated to sending people peacefully to the afterlife."

Zhongli explained with a faint smile.

During the Rite of Descension, he had been hiding at Yujing Terrace and had already seen these two.

He just hadn't expected to end up here.

"What made you suddenly think to invite me today?"

Seated beside Zhongli, Young Master asked, also somewhat curious.

Usually, it was either him sending the bill back to the Northland Bank.

Or him treating Zhongli to a meal.

Zhongli treating — that was a first!

"Ahem!"

Zhongli gave two dry coughs, then handed the bill sitting on the table to Young Master.

"What's this?"

Young Master took it curiously and had a look.

"A bill from Jieyou Bookstore — 100,000 Mora for reading comics, plus 100,000 Mora in interest?!"

Seeing the information on the bill, Young Master's expression froze.

Good lord.

I thought you knew I'd just come out of the Millelith, so you wanted to throw me a welcome feast.

Never in a million years did I expect it to be a bill…

Also, what is this interest nonsense?

Do you need to pay interest for reading comics?

"Boss Gou's bill?"

Yingmei and Paimon exchanged a glance, each clearly reading the confusion in the other's eyes.

The comic shop had always been pay-before-you-read.

Since when could you run a tab?

The two didn't quite understand, but they said nothing.

Instead, they silently kept on eating their melon.

"Mr. Zhongli, isn't handing over this bill right off the bat a bit improper?"

Young Master gave a wry laugh.

The money itself wasn't the issue — after all, it was only 200,000 Mora.

For him, it was nothing.

Besides, he'd paid plenty of times in the past.

But wasn't the timing a bit off?

"By general reason, it really isn't ideal. How about this — let's make a bet, shall we?"

Zhongli set down his teacup and said with a smile.

"Oh? Let's hear it?"

Hearing the word "bet," Young Master grew interested.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, ten rounds.

As long as I lose even one round, I'll grant you one condition. Surely you brought them here because you have some request, right?"

Zhongli said with a faint smile.

"Rock-paper-scissors?"

Hearing the term, Young Master's mouth twitched.

He did know this game —

it was a children's game played on the streets of Liyue.

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But Mr. Zhongli, your bearing is so elegant, and you're so learned.

For such a word to come from the mouth of a person like you,

doesn't it feel a bit strange?

The Young Master felt that, at this moment, Zhongli's entire vibe had gone off the rails.

Although it was a bit outrageous, after mulling it over, the Young Master felt this bet was workable.

A game like rock-paper-scissors can almost be considered a game of pure luck.

It has absolutely nothing to do with skill.

Under such circumstances, winning more than 5 out of 10 rounds would already be good luck.

Let alone winning them all.

The Young Master felt that Zhongli was definitely talking big this time.

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't possibly lose.

Thinking of this, the Young Master said with a smile.

"Fine, I accept this wager."

Then, looking at Yingmei and the others, he said confidently.

"You all wait a moment; once I win, I'll have Mr. Zhongli take you to break the situation."

Seeing the Young Master agree, Zhongli continued with a smile.

"Since it's a wager, naturally there's also the possibility that I win.

If I win, all similar bills in the future will be paid by the Northland Bank."

"No problem, I agree!"

The Young Master waved his hand, completely unbothered.

In this kind of bet, he's a sure winner, right?

He couldn't even imagine the possibility of losing.

He even suspected that Mr. Zhongli was trying to use this as an excuse to help him out.

However, not long after...

The Young Master regretted it immensely.

He regretted ever making such a bet...

"Come on, Mr. Zhongli, I'm ready!"

The Young Master got a little excited.

Being able to beat Zhongli in this aspect made him very happy inside.