If You Bleed Enough, It's Not Awkward Anymore (Continued)

Then Wendy said in a worried tone:

"I wonder how Senior Electro Archon is doing. I didn't notice anything wrong with him last time. I guess I was too immature. Barbatos, I should give him a proper greeting when I get there, and help him as much as I can. Senior Thor guarded the front line of the Dark Sea for the Seven Nations, keeping Teyvat free from the threat of evil gods. He has done a great service."

"Uh, you're right."

Seeing Wendy's melancholy gaze as she looked in Inazuma's direction, Barbatos touched his nose, feeling unusually guilty.

The younger generation's overly serious and reliable demeanor made the older generation, who was only concerned with the drinks, seem heartless.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"No. Although the Abyss Order suffered heavy losses before, it is unlikely that they will dare to cause trouble again. But that is the Abyss after all. Who knows what those madmen will think? In Mondstadt right now, unless there is no other choice, it is best to at least leave one God of Wind to keep things in check."

"That's true, that's true."

Yes, Barbatos confirmed once again that having a reliable successor is indeed very convenient. It even saves a lot of thinking.

But after he finished enjoying himself, he still looked in Inazuma's direction and sighed silently in his heart.

Sigh~~

The banquet of the Seven Archons in those days originated from him, the lively and active God of Wind who liked to go around seeking out gods to drink with.

He knew all the original Seven Archons well; they were all gentle and reliable colleagues.

Now, he understands these second-generation gods less and less. The sudden change stirred up some emotions hidden beneath the Wind Spirit's smile and nonchalant attitude.

Erosion and tear is everywhere.

"Clang~~"

Barbatos began to play his harp. This time, there were no poems he had made up, only a melody that came from the heart, beautiful and melancholic, yet carrying the unique joy and relief of Thousand Winds.

As Wendy listened, she grasped the emotions Barbatos conveyed in the wind, and a smile gradually spread across her face.

Dvalin also lay down his dragon head and slowly fell asleep next to the oak tree.