"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry, my dear friends. I discovered this treasure chest here several months ago, and I already traded everything inside for fine wine and drank it all.
"So I'll owe you all for now. You'll forgive me, won't you?~
"Your very best friend-the famous bard Venti."
Ellin held the note left in the empty treasure chest and read its entire contents aloud, word by word.
"What friend? And 'very best,' at that! We only just met him. What an awful fellow!"
Fischl waved her clenched fists, then averted her gaze, turned away, and gave a haughty huff.
Li Qiuzhi's gaze lingered on the leather garter straps connecting her black over-the-knee stockings to her triangular undergarment, and on her soft, snow-white thighs, as he sank into thought.
Venti was an unconventional Anemo Archon, after all. It hardly seemed surprising that he had spent all his money on wine.
"Forget it. If he really is a bard and likes drinking, we can find a chance to stake out the taverns. We should be able to catch him."
They had already been fooled, so Li Qiuzhi could only say this with some resignation.
"When that happens, this Prinzessin der Verurteilung will make him repay us double!" As though she had thought of something amusing, Fischl curved her lips slightly and continued, "Otherwise, I'll tie him to a carriage and parade him through the streets, heh-heh~"
Parade him through the streets?
If you actually pulled that off, the other six gods of Teyvat would all respectfully address you as Her Great Highness, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung.
Li Qiuzhi could not help feeling a little amused as he quipped inwardly.
"It's time we headed back. We spent the night outside. Who knows how worried Mom and Dad must be!"
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