Chapter 289: Calculation Method for Suspension of Work and Commemoration

[Servant] Alechino glanced at Dotore, his eyes slightly lowered, and it was unknown what he was thinking: "Speaking of which, that person... is still in Inazuma?"

The "that person" she was referring to was naturally Chen Tianfeng. It can be said that the Fatui today, no, any force that wants to change or subvert the situation in Teyvat, apart from their original plans, must pay attention to a crucial 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 fail halfway through starting a business.

"Still."

Dotole nodded, stopped shaking the glass test tube in his hand, and said with a smile: "Why, are you really going to find Him to avenge Rosaline?"

"I'm never afraid of death." Alechino said calmly, pausing for a moment: "But I don't want to embrace death in advance."

She has unfinished business, and she doesn't want to be swallowed by death in vain before completing all her visions.

The Fontaine prophecy has not been resolved, the children have not grown up yet, and she cannot die now...Alechino looked at Dottore with a cold expression: "But I am very curious, how did you know the location of that person, and then before He came, you and Scaramucci tricked Inazuma's God's Heart away."

"How can you say it's a lie? This is an open and fair transaction."

Dotore smiled and shook his head, saying, "As for how to know His location, it's very simple. If the world is regarded as a calm lake, He is like a huge rock crashing down, causing waves and turbulent tides. For some reason, Zhidong cannot accurately locate the location of the huge rock, but he can roughly determine His location by observing the waves and tides."

This is undoubtedly a tricky way. If that person suddenly decides to hide his tracks, restrain his breath, and sneak into a country at will... then before the storm comes, Zhidong will not be able to guess his approximate whereabouts.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

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

Dotore raised his hand and pressed his temple, then sighed in his heart.

"Whether it's a scam or a deal, it doesn't matter."

[Captain] Capitano was wearing a Fatui executive officer's standard cloak with long black fur at the collar. His mask was quite strange. It was dark and hollow, and his face could not be seen clearly. There were only two silver-white chains extending from his eyebrows and eyes, hanging at his temples. "But where are Dotore, Scaramuzi and Inazuma's God's Heart?"

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

"That sounds familiar. Hey, Dotore, did you say the same thing when you were in Liyue?"

Tartaglia frowned slightly: "Then within two days you died of a slice. Will it be the same this time?"

Dotore: “…”

Dotore didn't want to pay attention to this stupid and lucky warrior. He simply glanced past him and turned to the Captain, wondering whether he should explain in more detail.

At this moment, the Queen's guard from the Winter Palace walked into the hall holding a small box.

"Ok?"

The commander of the Fatui, the Clown, Piero, looked at the guards, especially the small box. The half of his old face that was not covered by the mask stiffened slightly, and the corner of his eye twitched: "What does Her Majesty want?"

"Your Excellency, Her Majesty the Queen asked me to deliver this box to Her Excellency Doctor, so that he can open it himself." The guard saluted and held the box up to his eyebrows with both hands.

"For me?"

Under the mask, Dotore's eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes moving between the Harlequin, the guards, and the box. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. After thinking for a while, he asked, "This box...did the Queen say what it contains?"

"Your Excellency, I don't know."

"And where does it come from?"

"Your Excellency, I don't know."

"Ah……"

Dotore glanced at the guard, not wanting to argue with him or make things difficult for him. He took the box and was about to open it, but he found that the Harlequin seemed to have distanced himself from him.

"Do you know this box? What's wrong with it?"

Dottore stopped and looked at Piero, his eyes narrowed.

"No, it's my first time seeing it too."

[Clown] 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 touch it."

Dotore frowned under his mask, feeling more and more that something was wrong.

At the same time, most of the other executive officers and the guards who brought the box silently distanced themselves from him. Although they didn't know what was in the box, judging from the performance of the [Clown], it would be better to stay away from Dotore at the moment.

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the others were doing. He scratched his hair, and simply stopped thinking, and took a few steps back like the other Fatui.

Apart from anything else, his colleagues are all very good at seeking benefits and avoiding risks, and they are very alert. If you learn to do things from 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 triple seal of thunder, the purple crystal of Inazuma... So it was sent by Inazuma... His eyes flickered slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart. He calmed down, prepared for defense while his power was running, and then slowly opened the box. There was no strong flash, no violent roar, and even no strange phenomenon. After the box was opened, it was quiet. The gray-white base held a coin with eight small words "Holy Spirit Empire People's Bank" on it.

Dotole heaved a sigh of relief. He held the box in one hand, turned around and looked at his colleagues, and raised his lips slightly: "What a fuss! This is just a common warning. There will be no substantial harm... Tartaglia, what's with that expression on your face?"

He was a little confused, and looking at Tartaglia's eyes wide open with an extremely shocked expression, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

No, it wasn't just Tartaglia. The [Rooster], the [Girl], the [Servant], the [Puppet]... the [Captain] and the [Clown] all looked at him with something strange in their eyes.

"You...Dottore, don't you feel something is wrong?"

Tartaglia swallowed his saliva, and took a few steps back with the Fatui executive officers. He raised his finger and pointed at Dotore, saying in a shocked tone: "You are fading!"

fade?

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

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

"No! I..."

Dotore realized something, but before he could open his mouth, his entire body turned completely gray and shattered into pale, powerless dust with a "cracking" sound.

The coin was suspended in midair, with light flashing on its surface. It stirred up a gust of wind, which blew up the gray dust and swallowed it up like an invisible mouth. Then it stayed quietly in the same place, as if waiting for someone in the field to make a move on it.

"..."

[Clown] Piero raised his hand to signal everyone not to act rashly. He coughed and bowed slightly to the coin: "Your Majesty, we have received your warning to the winter. We will remember your teachings and wish that our friendship will last forever."

The coin paused for a moment, then circled around the Clown, as if it had memorized his breath and appearance, before it soared into the air, smashing the window and flying to an unknown destination.

[Clown] Piero's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't care about what happened before. However, he couldn't help but clench his hands under his cloak, revealing his uneasy mood.

"What was that just now?"

Tartaglia glanced at the broken window, then turned his gaze to the Clown Piero and guessed uncertainly, "Is this Chen Tianfeng's trick?"

“不错，是他。”

There was a voice coming from outside the hall. Tartaglia looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Dottore? Is this your other slice?"

"Ah."

Dotore nodded, his face gloomy, and he was in no mood to explain in detail.

He just discovered that at 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 due to death, but cannot be increased.

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

——But the probability of this happening is not just slim, it is simply impossible.

"Dottore, are you sure about what's going to happen next?"

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

"Oh, how cold."

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

Tartaglia blinked, looking confused, took a few steps closer to Alecino, and whispered, "Hey, Alecino, do you understand what they are saying?"

Alechino glanced at him and didn't bother to answer.

[Harlequin] Piero noticed the "exchange" between the two and looked at the "youngest" colleague: "Tartaria, you seem to have some questions?"

"Ah, I was wondering..."

Tartaglia was about to express his doubts, but he noticed the strange look in [Rooster] Pucciniella's eyes. He paused for a moment, decided to suppress his doubts for the time being, and changed the subject: "Mr. Mayor said that Rosalin's death deserves a half-day suspension of work to commemorate her. Then can we suspend work for an extra half day for Dotorre Slice's death?"

[Rooster] Pucciniella: "..."

【Clown】Pierro: "..."

[Doctor] Dotore: "..."

The executives either chuckled, had slightly dark complexions, or kept an unchanged expression, pretending not to have heard - or perhaps it was a habit.

"There's something wrong with your calculations, 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 Dotole dies, the suspension of work and commemoration should be a long half an hour or an hour."

Dotore: “…”

(End of this chapter)