Chapter 490

He spoke in a tone that suggested he didn't expect his senior to do any work; he just wanted to get some information to make a decision.

They are very proactive and responsible.

Why does it feel like she doesn't quite believe in herself, a seasoned Wind God of Wind?

Do you think I, Barbatos, can tolerate such injustice?

I, Bartobas, can definitely handle it, and I'm having a blast, hehe!

[Dainsleif is not an informant for the Abyss Order; on the contrary, he has been investigating and thwarting their Abyss Order. He is a Kandria, but that doesn't mean all Kandria are bad.]

You mean I should just let things take their course and adapt to whatever comes my way?

[Then I wouldn't know. Right now, you're the God of Wind, and I'm just a carefree bard... and a top-tier courier for Zephyr Delivery, hehe!]

Get lost!

The successor ended the call while cursing.

Barbatos didn't seem to mind, took a sip of cider with a satisfied smile, looked away from Dainsleif, and then asked the bartender for more good wine with a grin.

"Venti, are you sure you have enough money?"

Bartender Charles stroked his neatly combed beard and squinted.

The main problem is that Venti is a very special person. When he first came, Charles thought he was a minor and rejected him. Later, as he gradually came to accept that he was an adult, he discovered that Wendy was a poor man and an alcoholic, the kind who could drink the cheapest liquor and still end up in debt.

Once or twice, the [Angel's Share] tavern isn't entirely heartless.

But after this happened so many times, Charles has now had to be more vigilant to ensure that he doesn't find himself in a snowballing mess when he does the month-end accounting.

Today, Venti ordered only expensive, high-quality wines, which makes one even more wary.

Charles is a large, imposing man with a rather dignified appearance, and when he gets serious, he can be quite intimidating.

Venti was definitely intimidated by this "ancient Greek god of wine." After thinking for a moment, she placed the advance payment bag from Anqi and the hundred-dollar Mora bag from Mora on the table, making a pleasant clinking sound. Then, with an embarrassed grin, she said:

"I found a good job, and I have money today, so you can rest assured!"

"Okay. But drink less, excessive drinking is bad for your health."

Charles didn't delve into it, but simply shook his head helplessly as he looked at Venti's flushed face. He'd seen people who loved to drink, but he'd never seen anyone like Venti, who showed up every day without fail, drank until she was in debt, and then staggered away.

At this rate, they'll either starve to death or drink themselves to death; they'll die suddenly sooner or later.

Charles pondered how to get the guy to restrain himself while pouring drinks for the customers.

This continued until midnight.

Charles poured out two bags of Mora, counted the amount, and finally threw a bag of stones at Venti with a dark face.

"The other bag is full of stones! You lied to me! It's not enough!"

"Hehe! I'll give it to you next time, bye~~"

"Roll!"

The bard, carrying the bag of stones, hurriedly ran away.

And it was time for the tavern to close.

Dainsleif got up and left. He was lost in thought and recollection the whole time, unaware that he had been receiving a lot of attention, both overt and covert.

At least, he didn't notice that after he left, Charles had silently written down information about him in a notebook, which would soon be handed over to some big shot behind the tavern—[Angel's Share] is a tavern, but it is by no means just a tavern. It is also the eyes of the Ragnvindr Family. Otherwise, how could the Darknight Hero accurately strike at the darkness of Mondstadt City?

For the next few days, Dainsleif continued to wander in Mondstadt City and the wilderness of Wolvendom.

He gradually sensed many eyes watching from the shadows. The knights of Knights of Favonius, the wolves of Wolvendom, and even the bartenders in the tavern—all were connected to the major powers of Mondstadt City.

However, this is normal. Kandria's clothing and appearance are different from ordinary people, and it would be abnormal if he didn't attract attention when he appeared so abruptly in the capital of a country.

Dainsleif felt that as long as he didn't do anything sensitive, he wouldn't get into any trouble. So he continued his sightseeing as usual, and also continued to investigate the traces of the Abyss Order.

'I tried to attack King of Wolves, but was ambushed by the God of Wind and the Geo Archon, who joined forces to block me. They must have suffered considerable losses and are unlikely to make any moves in Mondstadt anytime soon. So, I made a wasted trip? Well, a wasted trip is a good thing.'

'The Seven Archons and their kingdom are more powerful than we imagined.'

Dainsleif sighed, his feelings a mix of emotions.

His homeland is gone. Watching the Seven Nations gradually emerge from the shadows of the past, and even have the strength to forcefully suppress the Abyss's actions once again, he, a lonely ghost who has lost his homeland, doesn't know what to think at this moment.

'Let's explore Wolvendom again, then go see the Ruins of the East Wind Dragon. The world's first Tiller Machine, the core component used to forge the Mechanical Demon God in the Abyss Cathedral... Hopefully, this time I can get there first. The dangers of the Abyss must not be allowed to spread any further.'

Dainsleif continued to wander around.

Glancing out of the corner, I saw a dark-skinned young man wearing a pirate eye patch sitting on an outdoor table in the restaurant, smiling and waving at me.

It looked like a chance encounter on the street, just a friendly gesture.

'Hmph! Descendants of the Kandria, wanting to contact me yet afraid to, what are they afraid of? Or do they have other motives? Oh well, it's Mondstadt's own business anyway, none of my concern.'

Dainsleif ignored him and continued his relaxation.

As Dainsleif's figure disappeared around the street corner, Kaeya's smile remained unchanged. He casually accepted the drink from the waitress, thanking her with a smile. Then he kept one for himself and handed the other to the red-haired youth across the street.

"Grandpa Diluc, please! Although it's just a street-side shop, thanks to our genius alchemist, Little Anqi, the skills and ingredients used in restaurants all over Mondstadt City have been greatly improved. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

"You know him? You're connected to him? You know what he's up to?"

"Oh dear! Your question makes me feel truly flattered. How could I possibly have any connection with a foreign visitor who has never appeared before? As a member of the Knights, I know absolutely nothing about this. I'm serious."

Kaeya raised his index finger and winked, seemingly sincerely.

Kaeya emphasized the words "a member of the Knights" only.