Tartaglia knew that Il Dottore would never succeed in making functioning sigils. They required divine energy. The Tsaritsa would not lend any and no god would be willing to engage with Il Dottore other than Her in the first place. That didn't matter though, as long as Il Dottore could get his men to produce vessels that could carry divine power, he could do the rest. With 100 sigils he would be able to shatter the seal that held his old body and his power. It was a pretty barbaric means of doing so, but it would work and that's all he needed from it. He probably wouldn't even need 100 sigils to break the seal in all honesty. It was done back when Morax was before his prime, still young and inexperienced with seals. Osial would never had even been held by such a sloppy seal if he'd been in his right mind. In those centuries however, he had remained in a deep spiral of grief and mourning from the loss of Guizhong and Havria, two goddesses he had loved dearly like sisters and their deaths had driven him to isolation and madness. Only in that seal, drifting from his body as he distanced his grief, was he able to begin inhabiting a new body. That was what let him leave behind the insanity that had consumed him so wholly for so long.

If Il Dottore was given long enough to work on figuring out the sigils, he may have completed them successfully. After all, adepti carried traces of divine energy and with enough dedication and experimentation, and boy if Dottore didn't loved experimenting, he probably would manage to extract enough to fill a sigil. That was of course, assuming he could catch enough adepti to do so, which was unlikely. Childe sighed, moving on from his thoughts of Dottore and his maddness, he'd given said madman a time limit regardless of the possibilities, so it would be fine. As long as the vessels are created. He planned on leaving the Fatui once he had his own power back anyway, and could play it off as a possession if he really wanted. Where's the fun in that though. Maybe he'd just start doing whatever he wanted while following the Tsaritsa's plans if they weren't too much a hassle. After all, he wasn't so against what she was attempting. So long as the ones he cared for weren't pulled into the crossfire or mainlines he didn't really care for her actions to be entirely honest.

Smiling as he figured out his course of action for the future, he moved to look at himself now. Spending a moment to assess himself, he was in good shape. He could probably do with more practice with a bow, a spear and with his vision though. Sure, he could fight with them. Sure, he was good at fighting with them. He knew he could be better though. As Osial he'd always favoured using hydro as his main weapon, and a spear as his second. He'd dabbled in a catalyst and claymore as well, but that was as far as he'd ever gone. Since he spent so little time in a form that could use such weapons it was natural he hadn't used them much. Then as Childe he'd trained with his twin blades the most, and had become the most proficient in using them. Being able to wield a sword was second nature now. Definitely he wanted to train more in spears and catalysts/his vision. Honestly, Osial has no clue how catalyst humans even work it. Visions are already catalysts for elemental energy, then to funnel it through a secondary catalyst? It requires a lot of finesse and mental energy that Childe has never had. He mentally ran through his responsibilities; Northland bank work, his consultation sessions with Zhongli, waiting on the sigils from the doctor, and... nothing. Those were the only things vital for him to complete.

So really, he could dedicate half of his weeks mornings to collecting debts, the other half to training where he was lacking (only when compared to the rest of his abilities), his lunches with Zhongli weren't everyday so on the days where he had lunch free he could help out with paper work at the bank (Contrary to many recruits beliefs he actually didn't hate paperwork) instead of just popping in when he got bored and remembered to pop in, his afternoons could be spent organizing his letters and gifts home as well as sending out the necessary orders to his recruits. He didn't have that many, at least compared to other harbingers, but they were hard working and all people he'd worked with prior to becoming a harbinger, so he knew they were loyal and hard workers. Plus, they wouldn't act like he or they had a stick up their ass. He hated asshole stick ups and pushovers within the Fatui. If they served under Her, followed orders and had respect, he saw no reason they should have to allow themself to be pushed over. Murder and infighting wasn't encouraged within their ranks, but there's no reason not to defend yourself or have a fucking personality. Dealing with completely subservient recruits was extremely boring. Felt more like dealing with a damn machine. And those who had no respect for Her or those they served under? They would feel his wrath. Yes, he liked recruits being a person with a personality, but that didn't mean he wanted them to not follow orders, or snark back when told to stand down or up.

He took a deep breath to relax, relaxing his face from the scowl that had developed into a mask of careful blankness. Scheduling. His afternoons were family affairs and orders for recruits. His evenings almost always consisted of dinner with Zhongli, and on the rare occasion they didn't he could spend that time exploring. The harbor and it's surroundings were places he knew pretty well from his life as Osial. Though the land had changed with time, he' sure, and as Childe he'd only 'explored' when collecting debts and tracking for collecting said debts. A bit more sightseeing would be nice, hopefully with less aggravated adepti attacks, and make his future plans easier. He will have to suppress his divine energy so that he just appears as an abyss tainted human with a vision. Not the impossible-yet-not being that Xiao had seen him as. Honestly he should've been suppressing it from the start. Idiot.

Then his nights would be spent sleeping or getting any chores She or other harbingers sent him that didn't get done in the day over and done with. She likely wouldn't send him any tasks while he was on a mission already, and most tasks he was generally asked by the other harbingers menial tasks like collecting something to give to someone at a meeting point a little ways out the harbor, stuff he could work into his day with no trouble.

Satisfied with his decisions on a rough schedule so he wasn't just bouncing from thing to thing as they came up, he flopped back onto his bed from his previously sitting position, splaying out over the large, comfy mattress.

He was meant to meet Zhongli when the man finished work at the funeral parlor today, which wasn't for a few more hours yet. I guess paperwork it is. So he allowed himself a short moment to bask in simply laying and doing nothing before it grew boring and he grew restless, hopping up and moving to his closet. Changing into more casual attire since he wans't planning on fighting and he wanted to be a bit more comfortable than his fighting gear, or the outer layer when by itself(Liyue was too warm for all his normal layers), could provide. So, he made his was to the bank, sporting a burgundy button up, his chest harness, some black pants and black boots. He waved at Ekaterina as he entered offering a smile as he greeted her.
"Ekaterina, I hope you've been well recently?" She raised an eyebrow, evident even from under her mask from the way her hairline shifted slightly.
"I've been alright Master Childe. Certainly wish you would do more paperwork though. You're good with numbers." More than anyone else bar me here, went unsaid. He laughed. He's pretty sure it unsettled the others in the lobby.
"Send what you'd like" (read 'need') "done to my office, and expect me in more often. My mission is going well so I have more time." Her face relaxed, tension easing from her shoulders a little.
"Of course Master Childe. I'm glad." She passed a stack of papers on a binder to him over her desk. "Now shoo, I'm gonna get as much work out of you as I can." He chuckled but did as told, moving off to his office to begin, smirking at the collective mini-sigh of relief the patrons of the lobby gave as he exited. He knew they all feared him. He didn't blame them, to be fair. He was decently prone to mood swings and had a violent temperament, even if his mood changes were manged better with age than in his bloodbath of a youth.

He settled at his desk with a stretch, picked up a pen and begun, aiming to finish as much as possible before he had to go meet Zhongli. Ekaterina hadn't been lying when she said he was good with numbers after all.