Chapter 492

"Thump thump thump~~burp~~"

Venti let out a satisfied burp, then held up her empty glass and grinned as she asked Charles for another.

Neither of the two people having the conversation had time to pay attention to an ordinary, drunken poet.

Ying interlaced her fingers again, gazing intently at Dainsleif with great interest:

"Oh, the Abyss Order is plotting something again? Do you know what they're up to?"

"I tracked them down to a plan to find the Cultivator's Core and use it as the core to create a powerful, polluting mechanical Demon God."

"Tiller Machine?"

"Go ask the God of Wind yourself later. I will only say what I need to say. I have no intention of doing anything to Mondstadt; I am only acting to fight against the Abyss Order. If you are not at ease, I can stay away from the city after today and leave Mondstadt after I have done what I need to do."

Dainsleif believed he had shown the utmost respect to Mondstadt's master.

Ying blinked thoughtfully, turned her head, and whispered to the air beside her:

"Wendy, are you listening?"

"Oops!"

There was no response from Wendy in the wind. But from the side came the scream of a drunken poet who had slammed his head against the counter.

Then, Venti, rubbing her bright red nose, stumbled over, drunk.

"She said you two can do whatever you want, and she'll help if the Abyss makes a move. Otherwise, as long as it doesn't harm Mondstadt, it's fine... Now that you've delivered the message, can I continue drinking? Okay, okay, thanks!"

Venti seemed to be speaking to someone in the air with a fawning expression, then went back to continue drinking.

"..." ×3

The two people and the mascot stared at each other for a long time, speechless.

After a moment, Dainsleif said:

"I never expected that a new Demon God would be born in Mondstadt at such a time. The secrets of Demon God are truly hard to understand."

"Ignore him, he's just a drunkard, merely relaying a message from the Wind God of Wind. It seems the God of Wind has approved your actions in Mondstadt, but I'm going to stay with you, and I won't allow anyone to disrupt Mondstadt!"

Ying slammed her hand on the table and said firmly.

The Bounty Order for Kong has been successfully posted, and the road to making money has only just begun. Even disregarding all that, this is still the home of Anqi, Wendy, Jean, and the others, and for everyone's smiles, Ying feels it's necessary to do something.

"Oh? You want to protect this country?"

"That's right, my friends are here!"

"Very good answer. You really are a lot like him. I agree. We can work together."

Dainsleif agreed to Ying's request, partly out of nostalgia for his old friend and partly out of compromise with the God of Wind who had come to him.

Ying tilted her head in confusion.

"He?"

Dainsleif did not answer.

Ying stopped asking questions. She had been searching all day, and now all she wanted to do was eat something.

Shortly afterward, the two discussed a meeting time for the next day and then went their separate ways.

Venti, meanwhile, continued to chug down her drinks.

[You'll drink yourself to death sooner or later.]

'I'm a god, after all; I won't die from drinking. So you're really so confident in leaving everything to Ying?'

What else could I do? He hasn't done anything wrong; I wouldn't just attack him because he's from Kandria. However, I'll still keep an eye on them.

'Then I'll leave it all to you, esteemed current God of Wind, hehe~~'

Then a gust of wind came from behind, causing Venti's head to slam against the bar again.

"Bang!"

Charles paused in wiping the wine glass.

"You should stop here for today. You've already caused two accidents. If you keep drinking, I'm afraid you'll fall into the fruit wine lake and drown."

"Huh? No! I'm fine, I'm not drunk, I can still drink!"

"If I say no, I mean no. Although [Angel's Share] is a tavern, it still has business ethics. We will not sell drinks to customers who are not fit to continue drinking."

"I'm really fine! You have to believe me!"

The former God of Wind bowed down before the majesty of the Mondstadt god who controlled the sale of wine, and began to plead tearfully.

At the same time, at the Goethe Hotel.

The cold and glamorous Witch in the black and white dress crossed her legs, playing with ever-changing ice crystals with her fingertips, while two Fatui intelligence agents knelt in front of her.

"Ha! I was right, the Kandria people. I didn't expect that there would still be remnants surviving after the disaster of that year!"

Rosalyn snorted coldly, her murderous aura instantly freezing the floor and walls.

The Witch's burning rage at that moment stemmed from the dark calamity five hundred years ago, and the calamity itself originated in Kandria. It would be a miracle if she had a kind attitude towards the Kandria people.

"[La Signora] My lady, the latest intelligence indicates that the traveler has made contact with the Kandria. Furthermore, the traveler is very close to the Knights, so we suspect this might be an arrangement by the Mondstadt authorities, and they are also investigating this Kandria. What are your next steps?"

"Keep a close eye on them. Those two useless guys, [Doctor] and [Scaramouche], messed things up in Inazuma, putting us in an extremely passive situation. Even Her Majesty the Queen personally wrote to me, telling me to restrain my actions. Right now, we can't afford any unpleasantness with the Knights, so we can't use Knights to force Bartobas to show himself. But the Kandria are Abyss connected to the Abyss, so Bartobas must be watching him too. Perhaps we can find our target through him."

"[La Signora] is wise. Uh, also, it shouldn't be Barbatos..."

The intelligence officer shivered under Rosalyn's death stare and the chill in the air, and stopped talking.

He felt like slapping himself.

Bartobas is Bartobas, why are you correcting it?

I've heard there's even controversy within the Knights of Favonius Church, with some saying that a certain low-profile nun named Rosalie calls out "Bartobas" during prayer. So, there must be a reason why [La Signora] calls her that.

"Get out of here. Let me know when he leaves the city. Also, have you settled things with the old Mondstadt nobles?"

"Yes, we have cleaned up all traces of our interactions. Although we did not harm anyone out of respect for the God of Wind, Lawrence is unpopular in Mondstadt, and no one will take him seriously even if he goes around telling everyone. So, there should be no risk."

"That would be for the best. Gods have their own pride. As long as nothing goes wrong, Bartobas won't make things difficult for us over such a trivial matter. But if the Knights of Favonius find a reason to cause trouble... at this sensitive juncture, you know what will happen to you."

"Yes, La Signora!"

The intelligence officer retreated, trembling.

In the frozen room, only Rosalyn remained. A black crown mask covered the upper half of her face, while moonlight shone on her fair, jade-like other side, creating a scene that was both cold and beautifully picturesque.

"Click!"

Rosalyn crushed the ice cube in her hand, a cold killing intent flashing in her purplish-gray eyes.

"Bartobas, you'd better be sensible and not make me..."

If I were to forcibly seize the Heart of God, I would probably die, wouldn't I?

But it didn't matter anymore. The Queen's lofty ideal of overturning the heavens, and the ever-exploding rage within her Witch body that wanted to burn away both the gods and the Abyss, all destined Rosalyn to not back down.

We must obtain the first Heart of God, and the Cryo Archon and the Fatui' five-hundred-year plan must also be advanced.

Rosalyn is prepared to pay any price for this.