[Paimon: Is that bard still asleep after drinking this long?](¬_¬)
[Barbara: Barbatos must have his own profound reasons for doing this.](???ω???)
[Barbara: Lord Barbatos must be trying to keep the audience from feeling too pressured, so he used this method to make everyone avoid noticing him as much as possible.](???ω???)
[Kamisato Ayato: But even if we can't smell it, isn't it possible that since the Anemo Archon drank himself into this state, the smell of alcohol on him would draw even more attention?](¬_¬)
[Barbara: Then Lord Barbatos must be thinking of the Mondstadters below, wanting them to feel Mondstadt's atmosphere and the feeling of home.](???ω???)
[Aha: Shouldn't that brother named Stormterror come out and say something right about now?]
[Stormterror: Forget it. There's nothing to say. I'm tired. I can't talk her out of it.]╮(??ω??)╭
Barbara had far too thick a filter when it came to that green fellow. No matter how long he tried to persuade her, it was useless.
[Hu Tao: But Guest Official, you've been drinking tea from the start until now. Why didn't you put on one of our Wangsheng Funeral Parlor advertising outfits?]
If he could put one on, he could advertise Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for them.
And racing competitions like this could easily result in casualties. For example, that bull from the beginning might become one of their new clients.
Even if he could not, perhaps she could help her good sister Xiangling bring in a new customer.
[Zhongli: By universal reason, such attire may not be suitable for this sort of competition.](?ì_í?)
[Kujou Sara: ...]
At that moment, Kujou Sara's eyes held nothing but Raiden Ei's satisfied smile after she had eaten her fill of sweets.
"Lady Shogun's smile..."
Before Kujou Sara could finish, she suddenly felt her head grow light and dizzy.