Genshin Impact, I, Aradaki Ichito, don’t want to be a funny guy!

Chapter 450: Bet, the Young Master’s End

Gross and Kamisato Ayaka looked at each other after hearing this, and the latter shrugged and gestured for him to lead the way.

Gross immediately took Arataki Ichito to the prison.

After opening three secret doors, heavy footsteps sounded in the gloomy and empty corridor.

In front of him was a fence gate made purely of building blocks. Inside, [Young Master] Tartaglia was leaning against the wall, his hands and feet were shackled with heavy building blocks, his head was in shadow, and he said nothing.

Arata Ichito crossed his arms, looked down at the former, and asked casually,

"How long has he been like this?"

Gross shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't taken care of him since I left him here. Speaking of which, a man of his strength shouldn't starve to death, right?"

"That's not the case. The Fatui's executive officer didn't die in battle, but starved to death. It's a bit laughable."

Arata Ichito reached out and knocked on the brick fence. "Alright, open this thing. I want to talk to this opponent I've never met before."

Gross hesitated, "Are you sure, godfather? It could be dangerous."

Arata Ichito gave him a strange look, "Can he beat the three of us?"

Upon hearing this, Kamisato Ayaka took out the card box and took a step back. "Then you have to let me transform first."

Gross scratched his cheek and snapped his fingers to eliminate the building block in front of him.

The obstacle disappeared, and Aratake Ichito squatted down and shouted,

"Hey, are you still alive?"

After hearing the man's words, Tartaglia slowly raised his head.

The man opposite had an unruly demeanor, with a fierce look between his brows. His long silver-white hair hung down the back of his head, and the most eye-catching thing was the red ghost horns on both sides of his forehead.

With just one glance, Tartaglia knew that the man in front of him was the target of their trip.

At the same time, Tartaglia's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The fact that he could see the target here only meant that his colleagues had also failed.

Arataki Ichito was also carefully looking at the man in front of him.

With orange hair and blue eyes, his handsome face reveals the true nature of a warrior.

Three days of darkness and deprivation in prison did not dull his fighting spirit. On the contrary, at first sight, Arawaki Ichito sensed the fierce fighting spirit contained in the other's body.

To be honest, Aratake Ichito never thought that his first meeting with [Chieftain] Tartaglia, such a sunny and cheerful boy, would be like this.

"Hmph, Arataki Ichito, that's his name, right?"

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Tartaglia took the initiative to speak, his eyes coldly said,

"I admit that this time, we, the Fatui, were defeated. After all, no one could have imagined that a mere nobody could possess enough power to rival several Fatui executives."

"You win. I am yours to do with you. Kill me or chop me up as you please. But don't even think about trying to get any information about the Fatui from me. As a warrior, I will not tell you anything out of my honor and dignity."

After saying that, Tartaglia sneered, then closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Arataki Ichito did not answer, but continued to look at him in silence.

To be honest, if it was an enemy like [Doctor] or [Rooster], Arataki Ichito would have killed them on the spot without hesitation.

But facing [Young Master], a naive and stubborn man, a martial arts fanatic who could even be said to be of the same kind as him, Aragaki Ichido really didn't want to kill him.

Of course, this is also partly due to the disappearance of the mission "Fool's Sorrow". There is no gain from killing it. It is like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

But then again, when it comes to combat, the young master's talent is indeed one in a million.

From the beginning, he was defeated by the double element yellow hair, to 4.0 Fontaine was able to maintain the Demon King's Armament and fight with the Star Devouring Whale all day long (although the latter has always ignored the former)

The young master's strength at that time was at least at the high level of immortal, second only to the four servants.

This rise in strength took only two or three years.

In that case, how about I add some fuel to the fire?

When Arataki Ichito set his eyes on the Eye of God on his belt, a new idea came to his mind.

"Gross." Aratake Ichito said.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Gross turned his head and looked at Arataki Ichito.

Arata Ichito smiled and said, "Gross, I'm going to teach you another lesson today. If you capture an enemy in the future, remember to carefully withdraw. Look, you actually left the Eye of God on the enemy. This is absolutely wrong."

As he spoke, Aratake Ichito snatched the Eye of God from Tartaglia's belt.

Tartaglia's eyes widened, and he was about to yell, but then he thought that he was about to die in battle, and it would be useless to keep the Eye of God, so he said nothing.

Araki Ichito lifted up the winter-style Water God's Eye with his thumb, spun it a few times in the air, and then landed steadily in his palm.

"Gross, untie him." said Arataki Ichito.

“…Yes.” Gross hesitated for a moment and still chose to believe his adoptive father.

The shackles on his hands and feet were removed, and Tartaglia stood up, moving his wrists with a strange look on his face.

"What the hell are you doing? You want to give someone a decent death before killing them?"

Arata Ichito smiled and said nothing, just waved his hand to signal him to follow him.

The four of them walked back onto the deck in silence.

Breathing the long-lost fresh air, Tartaglia let out a long sigh, but his body remained alert.

"Tartaria..."

Arata Ichito suddenly spoke up, "The last Fatui executive officer, codenamed 'Prince', Ajax, the youngest executive officer. I heard about you from the skirmishers."

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with the last seat? Can't you just say a number? This is very insulting, you know?"

Tartaglia's tone was dissatisfied. At this moment of life and death, he could still discuss irrelevant topics with the enemy.

I can only say that this is the big heart of a martial arts fanatic.

Ignoring Tartaglia, Aratagi Ichito continued, "At a similar age, you were able to defeat Yosomiya, Raito, Manye, and Tengu without a doubt. You're truly a rare genius."

He turned his head, looked directly into the other person's eyes, his eyes were burning, and he grinned and said,

"I won't kill you, but we have to make a bet."

"Oh, what bet?" Tartaglia became interested.

Arata Ichito opened his palm, revealing the Water God's Eye. "Let's bet on this. It's your life-saving token, and now it belongs to me."

"One year. I'll give you a year to improve your strength. After a year, I'll ask you to compete with Linghua at Hengshan Mountain in Liyue. If you win, the Eye of God will be returned to its original owner. If you lose, you must agree to one condition of mine."

"Huh? Is there anything about me here?"

Kamisato Ayaka pointed at herself in confusion.

Tartaglia saw at a glance that the other party wanted to use him as a whetstone for the woman beside him, and snorted coldly, his eyes defiant and unruly.

"Hmph, okay, I'll take the bet, but it's not just with this lady..."

He raised his hand and pointed, his fighting spirit rising like a mad dragon, his target directly aimed at Huang Long Yidou in front of him.

"I want to challenge you again! Arata Ichito!"

Arata Ichito laughed three times without any surprise, his expression becoming even more ferocious.

"Okay, if you're brave enough, after one year, if you can hold on to me for the time it takes to hold on for a stick of incense, not only will I get the Eye of God, but I'll also promise you something. I'll do it for you no matter how hard it takes. How about that?"

Tartaglia sneered in displeasure at the enemy's contempt, "It's a deal."

"Oh right, one last question. Tell me what's under the railing."

Araki Ichito suddenly retracted his aura and pointed at the railing as if nothing had happened.

Tartaglia said nothing, walked a few steps to the railing, looked down,

"There's nothing down there, it's just the sea... Oh my god!!"

In the blink of an eye, Ara Taki Ito kicked Tartaglia off the warship with lightning speed, letting her fall freely in the air and hit the sea.

After a few flaps, Tartaglia poked his head out of the sea, raised his head, and his angry eyes seemed to be choosing someone to devour.

Arata Ichito laughed loudly and tore off a piece of wooden board and threw it not far from Tartaglia. The water splashed all over his face.

"Hahahahaha, a year starts from now. Tartaglia, don't drown. Remember to swim to the shore of Liyue alive."

Tartaglia punched the sea, cursing.

The warship continued to move forward without hesitation, getting farther and farther away...