In an instant, Tartaglia felt his whole life turn gray.
Everyone laughed at him for quite so ti.
Albedo also took the opportunity to record Tartaglia's insights on death immunity.
He wasn't joking earlier.
Even with a new batch of treasures from the Twilight Forest, the Totem of Undying remained one of his most important research projects.
After a while, Tartaglia composed himself and looked at Ryen with a pleading expression:
"Ryen, could… could I borrow another one? I promise I'll cherish it this ti."
Ryen rolled his eyes and casually tossed him a Totem of Undying.
"The last one. If there's a next ti, you go back ho and guard the house!"
"Understood! I promise I'll be careful!"
Tartaglia raised his hand and swore an oath…
Ryen shook his head lightly.
"These Totems of Undying were mostly obtained by Ganyu and the others opening Lucky Blocks. Even though there are many, it doesn't an they can be given away casually.
The ones you got the first ti were a gift for cooperating with us.
If you want more later, you'll need to return them or trade for them with other resources.
This applies not only to you but also to Mondstadt and Ayaka's side.
Ordinary resources are fine, but the importance of a Totem of Undying is obvious. You understand?
Who contributes, who reaps the benefits."
Seeing this, Jean and the others nodded in agreent.
After all, this was a cooperative relationship—they couldn't expect Liyue to support them forever.
Tartaglia awkwardly scratched his head, already feeling Rosalyne's murderous glare.
"I… I'll return it later!"
Ryen smiled and said nothing further.
He signaled the group to head toward the large crater caused by the explosions.
That blast had overturned quite a few graves—perfect for checking for any useful drops.
Rosalyne lagged a step behind. When she reached Tartaglia's side, her tone was icy:
"Because of your carelessness, Zhiqiong will lose a lot of important resources!"
Tartaglia knew he was at fault and ekly said:
"I'll find a way to return them myself…"
"You'd better!"
Rosalyne glared at him and said coldly:
"I'll report today's events to Her Majesty the Queen. Your punishnt will be decided by the Queen herself!
If you dare cause trouble in this world again, I will petition the Queen to have you transferred!"
After Rosalyne's threat, Tartaglia had no room to argue.
Today's incident had indeed caused embarrassnt and significant loss.
The Totem of Undying was indispensable, especially in the Twilight Forest.
Tartaglia had already used his life to test just how dangerous this place was.
He certainly didn't want to die outright for no reason.
Although the Totem of Resurrection could resurrect him…
Right now, only Liyue had one.
They were busy reviving the Adepti; he couldn't use it.
If he died and needed soone to bring him back, he would have to ask Rosalyne.
In the Lower Realms, Zhiqiong hadn't even been settled yet, and there were no Withered Skulls to spare.
There was no way Rosalyne would go through all that trouble just to resurrect him for ssing around.
Sighing, Tartaglia felt a bit lancholy.
He was alive—but:
First, he had beco a joke.
Second…
The Cryo Archon would be furious.
His carelessness had caused Zhiqiong to lose people and wasted many resources just to return the Totem of Undying.
After all, this was Liyue's property; borrowing it ca with a price.
Moreover, Zhiqiong only had three Totems of Undying in total.
Because of Tartaglia's recklessness, one was wasted in a place where it shouldn't have been.
If the Cryo Archon ca personally to skin him alive, it would hardly be surprising.
"Unlucky…"
Tartaglia gloomily thumped his own chest.
"Co quickly! I found sothing!"
Suddenly, Ryen shouted from not far away.
Tartaglia quickly gathered himself and hurried to join everyone around Ryen.
Ryen was at a large crater and had opened a chest.
His face was full of delight, and he looked at Tartaglia with appreciation:
"I have to say, Tartaglia, you really died well this ti!"
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