Chapter 512

"She is very gentle and beautiful, but her enthusiasm is so intense it's annoying."

"Um?"

"But they're also very capable, it's like they know everything."

The young, genius alchemist seemed to be truthfully recounting his feelings.

A thoughtful look flashed in Rosalyn's eyes.

She harbored resentment towards the God of Wind, but she didn't actually understand the god who had been elusive for years.

Now that their purpose has been seen through, and the brief encounter this morning confirmed that the other party's divine power is unfathomable and cannot be forcibly taken, what other methods can be used next?

"If I want to make a big deal with her, what do you think I should offer that she would like?"

"I haven't even planned to join the Fatui yet, so why should I tell you?"

"I heard you're involved in express delivery and logistics. Coincidentally, the Fatui have a presence in Seven Nations, and we have detailed topographical data of the continents, as well as manpower and connections that are useful to all countries."

Terrain data is sensitive for ordinary countries, but in Teyvat, the gods are the foundation of the nation. The gods can change the terrain data with a flick of their fingers, so it is not a big secret at all.

Therefore, Rosalyn spoke without any hesitation.

Anqi blinked blankly—what would I do with your terrain data? No matter how Fatui there are, can they record it as clearly as the World Tree? However, the Fatui's manpower and connections can indeed provide a lot of convenience.

Anqi hesitated for a moment, then, too lazy to think, her gaze swept over the God of Wind statue not far away, and she said indifferently:

"How about I take you to find someone who can help you answer this?"

"Sure. As long as it helps, I guarantee in the name of the Harbinger... no, in the name of the Queen, that the Fatui will give you a satisfactory reward."

Rosalyn's eyes lit up.

She didn't expect a little girl to provide any crucial clues. Since she was completely clueless anyway, she figured she might as well spend more time with Anqi; perhaps she could find a technical genius for the Fatui to fill the vacancy left by the [Doctor]. That would be serving the Queen's ideals.

"Today's story is a secret hidden deep in ancient history, a ' Secret Pact of the Back Wind '~~"

The bard is courting death.

That's a story that would make even a self-disciplined old man frown upon hearing it.

But there was nothing he could do. Barbatos had just returned from Liyue, and his mind was a mess. This story was the first thing that came to mind.

The bard strummed leisurely and cheerful notes, telling a chaotic story about sowing discord between the God of Wind and the Geo Archon.

A young female priest, who happened to be passing by, pouted angrily. Because of this blasphemy, she decided to formally propose to the acting Grand Master of the Knights that the poet's fine be increased as a form of punishment.

"Anyway, even if they're Demon God, they won't starve... Good afternoon, Anqi. I have some things to take care of at the church. See you later!"

Barbara hummed a cheerful tune and skipped away. Even though it was to tattle, she was always happy to see her sister.

After watching the young pastor leave, Anqi slowly walked to the performance venue, where the show had just ended. She squatted down in front of her hat, reached out, and grabbed a handful of Mora.

"Leave some for me!"

"As a member of the Knights, I uphold the principles of openness and fairness, ensuring that every transaction is conducted in accordance with the agreement. Please rest assured."

"Boss An! I haven't had time to perform for several days, my pockets are empty, and I desperately need money!"

"Rules are rules. Also, you haven't been in the city for several days, which caused delays in several of our company's big orders. I've made a note of that for you too."

Anqi said with a serious expression.

What kind of class do you think you are, Bartobas, to dare to use a fish that looks exactly like my Delta clone?

Venti looked miserable, truly at a loss. At this point, even if he claimed to be the God of Wind, he would only be criticized for being audacious—and then have even more Mora taken away from him.

"Anyway, there's a big order coming up right now, you should take it."

"What order?"

Venti was momentarily stunned and didn't follow the train of thought.

Following Anqi's gaze upwards, one could see Rosalyn standing beside her, looking down thoughtfully.

Venti looked confused.

"This can be considered an order?"

"The Fatui very wealthy, and I will strictly calculate your compensation according to the contract. Right?"

Anqi looked up and asked Rosalyn as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Rosalyn nodded slowly and murmured:

"The newborn Demon God of Mondstadt?"

"Your intelligence network is indeed very strong, you even know this? Then I don't need to explain anymore, you know the value of this road."

"Indeed, this is the right path. No wonder you are a genius alchemist favored by gods, Demon God, and dragons. I will report the details to the Queen, Fatui will surely give you a satisfactory reward."

Rosalyn said sincerely.

Yes, when it comes to understanding the God of Wind, how could mortals possibly compare to Demon God?

Furthermore, even if this bard doesn't know much about the God of Wind, he destroyed three of the God of Wind's temples upon his arrival and was then forced by the God of Wind to sing for a living. It's easy to see that there must be many loopholes to exploit. With proper guidance, he might become an excellent ally in seizing the Heart of God.

Rosalyn stared intently at Venti.

Venti stumbled back two steps, her mind reeling—Who am I? Where am I? Has she just sold me out?

Anqi got the promise she wanted, nodded, put away Mora, and then leisurely walked away with her hands behind her back.

Rosalyn put her hand on Venti's bewildered shoulder and said:

"Venti, bard, are you interested in the position of the God of Wind?"

"Ah?"

"Don't get me wrong, I was just asking."

"I... I'm not interested."

Venti swore that he was telling the truth this time.

However, Rosalyn shook her head, smiled mysteriously, and said:

"I don't believe it. To be honest, we, Zhidong, aren't even close to Bartobas. Even if your true feelings were a little disrespectful, we wouldn't leak them out. It's said that you're spreading stories about Bartobas every day that aren't very respectful, which means you also have some dissatisfaction with her, right?"

"Uh, first of all, the correct title should actually be Barbatos..."

"It doesn't matter! What matters is what you want. Come on, just say it. I'm not from Mondstadt, so don't hold back. I just want to help you. Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe in the Cryo Archon behind me. We can be friends, right?"

Rosalyn subtly and persuasively stirred up the desires of the "newborn Demon God".

It's clear she's not very good at this kind of work, but it's also clear she's really trying her best to obtain the Heart of God.

Barbatos took a step back, gradually becoming drenched in sweat.