Genshin Impact is a big stage, come if you dare

Chapter 967 The Shadow Treasure

Clorind relit the torches around her, and her voice remained as calm and composed as ever as before.

"As the warm firelight flickered again, your vision cleared once more. The uninvited guests were also defeated by several brave Shadowhunters."

Furnessa eagerly opened her eyes and looked at the "mysterious guard" and "uninvited guest" Florian kneeling on the ground.

The look of resentment in his eyes was spot-on! Mr. Florian has a real talent for being a stage actor!

Su stared at the other person's eyes, which were half purple and half blue, with great confusion.

What's wrong with this guy? Did his contact lenses slip?

Navia took two steps and stood between the girls and Florian, subtly separating them from the dangerous individual.

"Sir, the guard who gave us the treasure map, you helped us before, so why are you attacking us now? Is the treasure more important than the peace of the capital?"

"What royal city? What peace? It's all a lie!" Unable to contain his resentment any longer, Florian roared, "I! Florian! Am a Shadow Hunter! A Shadow Hunter passed down through generations!"

Furnessa frowned. "Then I understand even less. Since you're also a Shadowhunter, why would you do something like this? Shouldn't we fight for the people?"

Hearing Frynn's words, Florian's expression grew even more ferocious. "What 'honor' do the Shadowhunters have left now? The people? The people have long forgotten us!"

In his anger, Florian's pupils showed signs of turning purple again, but soon he saw the girl beside the retired water god narrow her eyes.

!!!

Die, die, die!

His instincts were constantly sounding the alarm!

Florian, who instantly regained some composure, knelt back down and began to confess honestly.

“My father was a true shadow hunter, and he always led me to live a life of anonymity in the mountains.”

But soon, Florian was overcome with pain again as she recalled the past.

"A tough life, arduous training, with neither fame nor fortune!"

"Upon receiving a call for help, we rush to the most dangerous places and fight with our lives on the line!"

"But what happens in the end? Poverty, pain, and being forgotten!"

"Not a single person came to mourn him when he died!"

Paimon was moved by Florian's emotions, and his eyes reddened. "The Shadowhunters are heroes who once saved Fontaine. They deserve more respect."

Is the reality of Shadow Hunters being forgotten? I never expected this script to have such a thought-provoking aspect…

While quietly marveling at Mr. Florian's incredibly professional emotional outburst, Furness grew increasingly eager for the complete script.

Linnie understood Florian's intention. "So that's why you want the treasure here? You want the wealth and glory that belong to the Shadow Hunters."

Funina discovered a flaw in the script!

"Since Mr. Florian clearly knows the location of the treasure and has the key here, why did he go to such lengths to lure us here?"

"Ahem!" Clorind quickly patched up her words, "Because the last key can only be formed from the will of a truly qualified Shadow Hunter."

"Florian, who harms others for his own benefit, is no longer recognized by the treasure belonging to the Shadowhunters."

"I see." Funina nodded in understanding. "Speaking of treasure...shouldn't we go in and take a look?"

Paimon nodded repeatedly, "Treasure! Treasure! I've been waiting for this for ages!"

Sue glanced at Florian again, and together with Paimon and Frynn, they used the key to open the dusty stone door.

The heavy stone door slid open, revealing the treasure's true form—

A stone tablet stood in the cramped inner room, surrounded by old iron swords and longbows.

"That's...that's all?" Paimon was disappointed for a second. "But then again, a Shadow Hunter who doesn't care about fame or fortune really doesn't have much to offer."

Even Cassiodo, the original and strongest of the gold hunters who had lived for over a thousand years, was dirt poor. He bribed Sudu by drawing on the inheritance of the Remurian dynasty.

"I thought we could get some powerful weapons to upgrade, but it turns out to be just some old and worn-out equipment." Funina felt that Mr. Florian's batch of items was not up to par.

Could it be... that the club is short of funds?

Hmm... I wonder if Mr. Florian accepts private investment.

“No, this is the treasure trove built by generations of Shadowhunters, the real treasure,” Clarind said.

"The names of the Shadow Hunters of all time are engraved on the stone tablets here, along with the weapons that once accompanied them."

The Shadow Hunters hunt monsters in the night not for honor, nor for the admiration of others.

The sword in the Shadow Hunter's hand is not wielded for himself, but for those who need protection. Reputation? It's utterly insignificant.

"I chose to fight to protect my homeland and the people I care about."

"They chose to remain anonymous because they were fighting not only dangerous monsters, but also humans controlled by those monsters."

“Your father lived in seclusion in the mountains,” Clorind looked at Florian, as if seeing her past self, lost and confused because of her master’s sudden departure, “because he wanted to protect the vulnerable ones around him.”

No one came to pay their respects... which shows that the father's secrecy was very successful.

Florian's eyes were blurry with tears.

Sue glanced at Florian's eyes and noticed that there was no trace of purple left.

It seems the tears washed out the slippery contact lens.

Because of the host's "hint," a group of "Shadow Hunters" carefully examined the stone tablet and discovered countless inscriptions on it. The inscriptions recorded the lives and achievements of numerous Shadow Hunters.

Paimon and Frynn, who had previously thought the treasure was too rudimentary, became excited and praised the "setup" as ingenious!

"This Shadowhunter named Esther says she inherited the will of the Golden Hunter. She is in charge of judgment, but she's not usually so serious; she enjoys singing and dancing with everyone, and her voice is like a heavenly melody..."

Looking at this inscription, Funina recalled a "former friend" from her dreams.

Is this a character created by Mr. Florian based on Iriye, or is there really a Shadowhunter who looks a lot like Iriye?

"She presides over trials, isn't serious, loves singing and dancing, and has a heavenly voice..." Paimon nodded. "Sounds a lot like Frynn!"

Funina was stunned. "Eh... is there... is there?"

Linnie picked up the conversation, "Hmm... if you put it that way, this Shadowhunter named Walter is quite similar to me."

"Here it says that Walter is an executioner who uses a variety of magic tricks in battle, making him unpredictable to his enemies. Oh, I really wonder what magic was like in that era."

Su reached out and touched the engravings on the stone tablet.

Even a few short paragraphs can reveal a lovely person and a wonderful story.

"If their deeds could be recorded in detail, countless books of legendary stories could be published, allowing more people to remember them."

Clarinde shook her head. "This is the choice of the Shadowhunters."

"The monsters hunted roam the shadows, and they too must live in the shadows. Shadow hunters voluntarily give up fame and fortune."

"They hide their identities in ordinary times and only gather during battles. After the battle, they sit around the campfire with their companions, talking about the monsters they have killed and comparing their skills with each other."

“What a dashing and romantic group of warriors.” Funina understood. “The stone tablets here are not for the people to remember them, but to remind them not to forget their comrades.”

"This stone tablet proclaims that, whether in the distant past or the near future, there will always be like-minded Shadow Hunter companions walking in the darkness, keeping each other company."

Florian stared blankly at the stone tablet.

His father once told him, "When you're feeling lost, go look for treasure." Is that what it meant?