The God of contract is also the God of Commerce.
From the simplest bartering to the ancient laws of various nations and cities.
And in between, there are contracts signed between merchants, and the wagers of Adventurers, all of which are contracts.
Morax, who values contracts, detests those who break them.
However, his temperament is gentle and refined; as long as it's not directly before his eyes, even if he senses a transgressor, he will not resort to ultimate punishment.
"A contract made, he who breaks his word shall suffer the wrath of rock."
Teyvat is vast, and countless scoundrels break contracts and agreements every day; not every one of them is worth him using the power of the Skyfall.
The gods are high above, looking down upon billions of living beings.
He loves the people of the world, with a tolerance akin to parents forgiving their children's sins.
Using divine punishment would provoke war, destroy Teyvat's terrain, and affect other innocent civilians.
Therefore, the transgressors only pay a small price: their secrets, hidden in corners, are exposed to the light!
Today, I shall examine all the contracts of you and your Family.
To enact, delayed justice!
...
Mondstadt City.
A group of aristocrats raged.
Ever since that day, when their Family's trainer in the Knights of Favonius fought with an outlander, using an artifact to try and kill and attack, a dark cloud had hung over them.
Their children were locked in prison.
Before they could even begin to operate, reduce sentences, and rescue them,
Their Family's business activities suddenly encountered repeated setbacks, frequent accidents, and became targets. Various Yin and Yang bills, secret contracts, were leaked and stolen.
The entire Family suffered immense financial losses.
The scheme to hoard grain in the dark and raise prices during the Dragon Calamity was also traced back to them.
Letters, warnings, and compensations, one after another, left them in a state of utter confusion.
Mora flowed in like water and flowed out like water.
The people of Mondstadt demonstrated at their gates.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
The aristocrat, dressed in luxurious and exquisite clothes, smashed an antique and straightened his attire.
"Go! Get me the best lawyer in Mondstadt!"
"Hand the letter to the Fatui."
"I want to visit the Fatui Harbinger tonight!"
A humble servant brought red tea: "Master! Weren't you not going to participate? You didn't even go to the last banquet!"
"We've been biding our time for so many years, and the reputation we've cultivated within the Knights of Favonius will be ruined in an instant."
"Mind your own business!" The aristocrat's face was grim, "Do you think I want this!"
"Set fire! Take out everything in the study and burn it!"
"Don't even leave ashes!"
The carriage drove out into the night.
In a corner of the mansion, a figure in a blue coat and a long fur cloak appeared.
Kaeya, wearing a pirate eye patch and looking roguish, gazed at the rising flames and smoke from the mansion.
A Sword with a dark blade appeared in his hand.
"Oh dear, oh dear, do they think they'll get an opportunity just because they see the Dragon Calamity?" He joked, not bothering to hide his presence, and walked into the mansion.
The carriage would naturally be handled by the Knights of Favonius.
He was here for...
"Rotten rats, fawning foxtails. Seemingly well-behaved on the surface, but secretly, they're still frequently communicating with the Fatui. Do they truly lack discipline?"
"They are indeed a bit harder to deal with than those clowns who directly expose themselves, or the conspicuous pawns!"
"But... be Frozen!"
"You..." The servant who saw Kaeya opened his mouth to shout.
The cold elemental power had already covered his body, white Frost from his heart to his nose tip, from his eyebrows to his hair.
Blood congealed, life Frozen.
"Sorry! Be careful not to catch a cold!"
Kaeya listened to the dense footsteps approaching, watching figures with Swords and blades leaping out one by one.
His cynical face became slightly serious.
The spreading chill, like a swirling low-temperature airflow within a glacier, caused icicles to rapidly encircle his body, raging outwards.
Elegant and ancient ceremonial swordplay cut out intersecting brilliant light.
Swords and blades shattered, spears became sticks.
"Colluding with foreigners, betraying the nation, the Knights of Favonius officially arrests you for treason. Even if you kneel on the ground, weeping bitterly, I will show no mercy..."
Kaeya passed by figures one after another, leaving behind ice sculptures in various poses.
His Vision, the Ice Element power gathered, extinguished the flames in the study.
When he left the mansion, the Knights of Favonius only then arrived from the end of the street.
"Captain, our arrest warrant and search warrant haven't come down yet?"
Kaeya, holding a handful of contracts and documents, looked up: "No? Aren't they in Acting Grand Master Jean's office?"
"I'll go back and write them up and bring them!"
The Knights of Favonius exchanged glances.
A list unfolded.
"Now, next house!"
In the darkness, there seemed to be his whisper, "These days, who is the mysterious power that has been helping to uncover the dirty, filthy, and contaminated?"
"Truly... interesting!"
Morning arrived.
Ryan and Noelle went out to buy groceries and met a Knight of Favonius.
"According to Morax's sacred contract, the Claymore loser must pay the victor, Ryan, ten million Mora within ten days!"
"Because the mastermind responsible for delivering the money has been arrested by us, we, the Knights of Favonius, will transfer your spoils of war on his behalf."
The contract found on the Noble Eldest Son was placed in Acting Grand Master Jean's office, and the Knights of Favonius directly took Mora from the confiscated property of the aristocrat to pay this contract.
Ryan took the Mora bag handed over by the Knight of Favonius.
Opening it, he saw,
Ten million coins, the space inside was a shimmering golden expanse.
If he were to count them one by one to confirm the quantity, he wouldn't be able to do anything else today.
Fortunately, this special Alchemy Mora bag had a built-in counting function based on weight.
A glance at the number on the inner wall was sufficient.
Ryan had never heard of it being wrong, so he believed there were ten million Mora inside.
"Thank you!" Ryan thanked him, and offered the Knight of Favonius some fruit.
He inquired about the situation of some aristocrats.
Those aristocrats had suffered terribly; illegal contracts from eighteen generations of their ancestors had been uncovered.
The sudden misfortune was so fierce that they were completely unprepared and unable to transfer their property or personnel.
The Knights of Favonius's intelligence network seemed to be as pervasive as the Anemo in its name.
The attacks, also like Anemo, came silently, sweeping everything away.
This was a different kind of Favonius Bladework.
They had originally sought leniency from "Spindrift Knight" Eula, a recognized internal traitor by the people of Mondstadt, who constantly spoke of avenging the Knights of Favonius, and one of Mondstadt's ten captains, a highly influential figure.
Unexpectedly, the Lawrence Family, who usually took advantage of them and whom they often paid respects to, turned their backs on them.
They stated that they had long known of their malicious intentions, and so, after a preliminary identity verification, they had placed them in the Training Field for observation.
They used the actions of the Noble Eldest Son of each Family to determine their objectives.
The Lawrence Family, wise and mighty, the glory of the aristocrat.
When did we ever collude with you?
Thus, all the aristocrats imprisoned were stunned!
So... you were the internal traitors among the aristocrats.
"Hahaha..."
Ryan nearly burst into laughter, his stomach hurting.
Eula's feigned hatred; Mondstadt's well-founded rumors, they truly caused a lot of harm!
"Oh! Right!"
Before the Knight of Favonius left, he handed Ryan another package.
"Acting Grand Master Jean asked me to give this to you!"
Ryan felt the package; it seemed to be a book inside.
Taking it out, he curiously looked at the faded yellow cover, full of traces of time, and opened the first page, whose edges were worn.
This was a notebook,
A notebook by Rustam, the Wolf Pup, about Favonius Bladework.
Inside, it contained every little detail he recorded during the process of creating his swordsmanship.