Chapter 514

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Otherwise, why would you stoop to singing in Mondstadt City and obediently let the Knights take most of your earnings? No respectable Demon God would end up like this!"

Rosalyn said confidently.

Of course, logically speaking, Demon God who is above all living beings should not be in such a sorry state—at least based on the Fatui's understanding of Demon Gods, it shouldn't be like this.

Barbatos slumped his shoulders dejectedly and rolled his eyes.

'You should be glad I'm not some old man or Electro Archon! You've messed with me, Barbatos, you've kicked a hornet's nest! Fine, let's find another place to perform.'

Barbatos picked up his hat and pointed in a random direction.

"Look, it's the God of Wind!"

"Um?"

Rosalyn instinctively turned her head to look. However, before she could see what was there clearly, and when she turned back, the bard had indeed vanished without a trace.

"Instead of believing his nonsense, you should believe that I am the princess of the Abyss or the sky. V5 million and I'll make you one of the Seven Archons."

Ying came to Rosalyn's side, crossed her arms, shook her head and sighed.

Rosalyn was speechless for a moment, then said:

"Great undertakings always take time; he just doesn't trust me yet. But are you short of money?"

"There's a huge shortage."

The Bounty Order is still rising, but it's still far from the target of 10 billion Mora.

Although it's clear that Kong is in the Abyss, the Abyss Order is elusive, and even the God of Wind admitted he couldn't track him. Catching his foolish brother won't be easy. The more difficult the situation, the more important it is to increase the bounty to mobilize the people of Teyvat to help them corner him!

Once the bounty reaches 10 billion, she can summon all the strongest warriors in Teyvat to form an army with a single call. At that point, if Kong dares to show his face, she'll flatten the entire Abyss!

Ying put her hands on her hips, exhaled white breath from her nose, and puffed out her chest with a sense of self-satisfaction.

Rosalyn couldn't understand what she was thinking, nor did she know the specific reason. However, she still tried:

"The Fatui are treated quite well."

"Tsk! That's just a fixed salary, maybe with a little extra compensation for special tasks, right? I work for Boss An pays out a lot of money, I don't believe the Fatui can be as generous as her."

Ying wore a wise, worldly expression, as if she'd been there all along.

The Fatui may indeed be powerful and wealthy, but any large organization inevitably has various rules and regulations; even making money requires following the rules. Rather than slowly building up your operations and finding loopholes in such places, it's better to follow the generous Anqi, eliminating middlemen and their markups.

If all else fails, they can work in the lab and sell themselves, which can also be a considerable income.

Rosalyn, however, looked at Ying thoughtfully.

'Following Anqi, which means if we recruit Anqi, this guy will most likely come along too?'

This is actually good news, as it saves us some work.

Ying ended her reverie of rallying heroes and conquering the Abyss, and finally looked seriously at Rosalyn, saying:

"So your injury is healed?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now."

"Oh, that's good."

Ying touched her nose, her eyes involuntarily shifting to the side.

After all, the person who injured Rosalyn was her good-for-nothing brother. Given their blood relation, it was practically related to her too, so it was understandable that she felt guilty.

Ying took a small fruit basket bought from a roadside vendor from Paimon and handed it to Rosalyn.

Rosalyn looked at the fruit basket, momentarily at a loss. She had many colleagues, but most of them weren't very humane, and even she herself wasn't very humane. So, she hadn't encountered this kind of concern in her memory for hundreds of years.

"Thanks..."

Rosalyn suddenly felt awkward and unconsciously scratched her cheek. The lingering warmth from the fruit basket handle on her hand gave her an inexplicable feeling of being burned.

Ying grinned and smiled brightly.

"Don't be shy, we've fought side by side after all! So, why are you bothered by that bard? Are you in some kind of trouble? If you have any problems, you can come to me. I'm the woman who has traversed the Temple of the Four Winds and the Wind Dragon's Lair!"

"State secrets... but it's not that I can't tell you. I want to make a big deal with God of Wind, but I'm afraid she won't agree."

Rosalyn hesitated for a moment, but still let it slip. She'd already told Anqi, so telling Ying again wouldn't be a problem. Besides, the fruit basket she was holding was still a little hot.

"It's a matter of national importance, so I probably can't offer much help. After all, I can't ask Wendy to sacrifice Mondstadt's interests. But if you could explain in more detail, I might be able to give you some advice. I know Wendy quite well!"

Ying nodded confidently.

To be honest, she had personally examined Wendy's curves and feel, and there were really few people in this vast Mondstadt who understood the God of Wind better than her.

But Rosalyn ultimately refused. In her eyes, Ying was merely a promising expert, far from qualified to interfere with a plan at the level of the Heart of God. So she quickly took her leave, pondering how to next entice the bard while also wondering where to put this hot potato of fruit later.

"She doesn't seem like a bad person, Ying."

"Hmm, it's alright."

"Who says Fatui are bad? Indeed, one cannot look at things too one-sidedly, or one will generalize from limited evidence."

"... Paimon, something's wrong with you."

Ying turned her head and looked suspiciously at her usually cute and silly partner.

"What's wrong?"

Paimon turned to Ying in a daze, and after a moment, angrily stomped his foot in the air.

"Traveler!!!"

"Would you like Fisherman's Toast?"

"At least one Sweet Flower Chicken and a glass of juice are required, or this isn't over! I'm going to complain to Boss An!"

"Okay, Sweet Flower Chicken and juice, deal."

The two clapped their hands together, one big and one small, and then walked towards the restaurant chatting and laughing.

At the same time, Rosalyn, who had reached the corner, suddenly stopped. In front of her, the alluring and enchanting God of Wind was leaning against the railing, casually tossing a crystal-clear chess piece in her hand, which attracted Rosalyn's full attention.