Ryen gave them a rough introduction to the estate and villa.
When they saw the iron farm running, producing stacks of iron ingots in mere minutes…
And the villager trading hub in full swing, exchanging countless highly sought-after enchanted books in an instant—
Rosalyn and Tartaglia couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
They thought they understood how cheap the cost of these resources could be.
But they never imagined…
There was practically no cost at all!
A bottle of alchemy potion priced at one million Mora—after subtracting the small amount of manual labor, the profit margin was a whopping 990,000 Mora?
What kind of absurd business model was this?!
Rosalyn had actually thought spending a few hundred million to buy a dozen potions was a bargain.
Liyue was probably watching them skip off happily with their loot, secretly laughing behind their backs at how foolish they were.
Even the term "sucker" didn't do it justice.
But on second thought… all the Mora spent came from the Fatui's rich faction anyway.
What did it matter to them?
Liyue didn't like the Fatui's rich—so Tartaglia and Rosalyn didn't mind using those funds to build a better relationship.
A moment later, Lisa and the others walked out of the villa.
They were fully geared in enchanted diamond armor, kitted out like Ryen had been in the beginning.
Each had an RPG slung over their back, grenades on their belt, and dual light machine guns at their sides.
The sight shocked both Rosalyn and Tartaglia.
"Is that... a full set of enchanted diamond armor?!"
Tartaglia exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to touch the armor on Diluc.
Diluc's face darkened instantly.
"Get your filthy hand off me."
"Don't be so stingy, Master Diluc! How about this—sell me the armor, how about it?"
Tartaglia beamed and said generously:
"How much Mora? Name your price. I won't bargain."
"Really?" Diluc raised an eyebrow, then said calmly:
"This is a full set of enchanted diamond armor with top-tier attributes—Fire Protection, Blast Protection, Fall Protection…"
"The helmet has Respiration, and the full set is enchanted with Thorns, causing damage back to attackers."
"The boots have Frost Walker—touching water will instantly freeze it, allowing me to walk across oceans as if on land."
"All together, even if I'm attacked by demonic entities, I wouldn't take much damage. So, tell me—how much do you think that's worth?"
To be honest, Tartaglia had only been joking at first. He never expected Diluc to actually consider selling.
But from the look on his face, he wasn't kidding. And the armor's protection level…
It was seriously tempting.
Fire Protection: Basically made him immune to fire-based damage from normal monsters or Vision holders.
Frost Walker: Hugely useful for Tartaglia as a Hydro Vision user.
Respiration: Gave him underwater combat capabilities.
This armor—no matter how many Mora it cost, it would be worth it.
"You're really going to sell it?"
Tartaglia's expression turned serious as he stared intently at Diluc.
Diluc replied calmly:
"Name your price. I'll consider it. Isn't that how normal business works?"
"Refreshing!"
Tartaglia responded decisively.
"How about 1 billion Mora?"
"Deal."
Diluc casually took off the enchanted diamond armor set and tossed it to Tartaglia.
Then he turned around and walked back into the villa, and shortly after, emerged wearing another full set of enchanted diamond armor.
He honestly hadn't expected to find a sucker even in this world.
Ever since Klee had come here and opened a bunch of lucky blocks, Mondstadt had practically been swimming in diamond blocks.
As for enchanted books—there were so many, they were nearly endless.
Enchanted diamond armor wasn't exactly "have-as-many-as-you-want"… but it was definitely easy to make as needed.
Tartaglia knew he'd been ripped off, but he wasn't discouraged.
Sure, to Ryen and his crew, this gear might not be worth much—but Snezhnaya had just joined the alliance.
Wanting to get this kind of gear as effortlessly as they did? That'd take a long time.
So spending a billion Mora for early access?
Worth it!
Besides, it wasn't even his Mora!
Putting on the diamond armor with a satisfied grin, Tartaglia turned to Rosalyn.
"Come on! Hit me with your Pyro element!"
Rosalyn raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!"
Tartaglia shrugged.
"It's not like I'll die. As long as my hunger bar is full, I'll regenerate. Might as well test it."
Rosalyn didn't say another word. She immediately summoned all the elemental energy she could muster, forming it into a fiery whip, and lashed it hard across Tartaglia.
"Ow—! Hey, that's a bit much!"
Tartaglia flinched and instinctively closed his eyes.
But…
Only a faint burning sensation washed over him—then nothing.
Opening his eyes in confusion, he looked at the faint flames quickly extinguishing on his armor, then checked his health…
Just half a heart of damage.
"That's it?"
"…"
Rosalyn felt completely insulted.
On top of that, the Thorns enchantment had reflected damage back at her.
Annoyed, she raised the whip again for another strike.
Ryen raised a hand to stop her.
"It's no use. Your elemental power is being heavily suppressed here. With his Fire Protection armor, you won't be able to hurt him."
Hearing this, Rosalyn fell silent.
She looked at Tartaglia—who was now jumping around in joy—with a complicated expression.
A Pyro Vision holder... just got hard-countered.
"Ehehe~ so…"
Venti grinned as he sidled over.
"I've got another set of top-tier diamond armor right here. One billion Mora. You in?"
"...Deal!"
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