Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

The Human System had once told him that level 50 was a watershed, dividing the boundary between 'heroes' and 'mortals'. As long as Qingye Fengyin could overcome this bottleneck, coupled with the talents of 'Demon God's Heart' and 'Unmoved Heart', as well as the assistance of Divine Cut, he would not be as powerless as last time when encountering the Wind Demon Dragon.

"Have you finished on your end too?" A calm and steady voice came from the other side.

Diluc.

That was the man's name. He had long, slightly curly red hair, tied in a ponytail at the back, and wore a black and gold tuxedo.

"I never expected that such a good man like you would emerge from this useless knightly order."

He seemed rather disdainful of the rest of the Knights.

Diluc is the owner of the tavern 'Gift of the Angels', but he also has another identity in private: the 'Hero of the Night', which is known throughout Mondstadt. In short, he is a knight who guards Mondstadt in the shadows.

Is this some kind of Batman?

Who came up with such a ridiculously cheesy name as Dark Knight...?

Who invented it?

Kiyono Kaze shook his head with a wry smile and said to the Batman, "I've finished on my end."

call.

This is the last one.

He flew upwards along the wind wall of the ruins, landed on a platform, took out the tear of 'Dvalin' from his pocket, and began to purify it.

Rustan's life and his memories will be inherited by Kiyono Fuge.

Main Quest: Investigate the Temple of the Four Winds (Completed)

[Reward: Access to Memory Fragments]

Dizziness, fragmented memories kept surfacing in the depths of his mind. Qingye Fengyin felt as if he were in the depths of the ocean, the water flowing like his memories, and his emotions like the waves crashing against the waters of those memories.

He was overwhelmed by a sea of ​​memories, with deep and sincere emotions rising and falling in waves.

He sank into the sea of ​​memories, a strong sense of suffocation emanating from the depths of his soul.

Everything before him was rapidly fading away. Whether it was the ancient and solemn palaces and temples or the piles of corpses lying on the ground, everything was stripped away from Qingye Fengyin's vision. He had returned to that era, with the city-states of Mondstadt overwhelming him.

...

All I could see was a white blur.

The streets of Mondstadt are no different five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. The windmills are the same, the shops are the same, and the buildings stretch out in rows. The pure white bricks reflect the dazzling sunlight, and clumps of daisies bloom at the alley entrances.

It just rained today, and the sky is clear and transparent.

Kiyono Fuue instinctively picked up his long hair that was hanging in front of him. Golden strands flowed through his fingers. He blinked and glanced instinctively at the puddle on the ground, where his face was reflected.

Golden eyes, long golden hair, dressed in pure white knight armor, a sky-blue cloak trailing on the ground, and a neatly tied bow tie.

Main Quest: Become the First Night Elf Hero

[To protect the city of Mondstadt in the darkness]

Was this the main questline back then?

...

?

Qingye Fengyin blinked, and after a long while, he came to his senses. Damn it.

So that's how you came up with such a ridiculous and cringeworthy name!

What are you spacing out about?

"Russtan".

Kiyono Kaze blinked.

A wisp of pale golden hair flashed past, a few specks of light dotting the gaps in the smooth strands, soft and translucent. The girl, dressed in a pure white dress with a hood, turned around, tilted her body slightly, and her pale blue eyes were full of doubt.

She crossed her arms behind her back, and as she spoke, she slightly raised her delicate neck, like a proud little goose.

"Didn't we agree to go to the morning market?"

shop.

"Rosalind," Kiyono said naturally, "I'm coming right now."

This girl named Rosalyn appeared in Kiyono Fuyumi's memories more than once.

On that rainy night in Mondstadt, during those days of sword practice, he could always hear the girl's melodious and clear singing voice.

They were going to the morning market.

Mondstadt's markets are thriving. It's a free and inclusive city where people from all over the world come and go, and different cultural traditions are absorbed and accepted by Mondstadt, forming its unique character.

The vendors sell candied hawthorn skewers, each one round and pearl-like; the popcorn vendors release wisps of smoke with a loud bang, and soft, chewy popcorn bursts out; there are also glutinous rice cakes, cornmeal pudding... a wide variety of kinds and styles.

Rosalyn wanted to eat candied hawthorns, but she wasn't good at interacting with people. Her pale fingers gently tugged at Qingye Fengyin's sleeve, and her eyes, as clear as autumn water, conveyed a lot of emotions.

She also had another thought in mind: she wanted Rustan to buy it for her to eat.

Unable to understand what the girl meant, he shook his head in confusion.

"what?"

Seeing that this dullard was completely oblivious to romance, Rosalyn grew anxious, frowned, and gently tugged at the boy's sleeve.

When Kiyono Fuuin discovered that he was still Rustam, he was already an honest gentleman.

He simply said:

"...Beautiful lady, do you need to urinate?"

"Look how well you put it! As expected of me," Qingye Fengyin exclaimed in amazement.

The 'beautiful lady' possessed both the demeanor of a knight and the humanitarian concern and understanding conveyed by her words, 'You need to urinate.' Rustan—that is, me—truly exemplifies the good man of Mondstadt.

Rosalyn pinched the boy's soft waist hard.

I finally bought the candied hawthorns.

As the girl ate the candied hawthorn, she gently lifted her hood, revealing her delicate profile. She slightly parted her moist lips, her soft tongue licking the round candied hawthorn. She held the bamboo skewer of the hawthorn with both hands, her careful manner resembling that of a little squirrel guarding its food.

"Idiot." The girl chuckled as she looked at the boy clutching his back.

"Fool."

She handed the candied hawthorn to the boy, "Do you want some?"

"It's so dirty."

Rustan said:

Why are you pinching me again?

The girl said:

"Because you're a blockhead idiot."

...

They also went to many other places.

Go to Mondstadt Bridge to listen to the bards sing epic tales of heroes, go to the Church of Favonius for evening prayers, go fishing on the shores of Cider Lake, or perhaps at the bustling badminton festival, where crowds throng, the evening glow spreads across the ground, and dazzling fireworks explode from the sky, turning into streaks of fire that flow through the night sky of Mondstadt and into the eyes of girls looking at boys.

It was very crowded.

Their hands touched accidentally, then quickly separated, and Rosalyn's earlobes turned slightly red.

They stood side by side, watching the flames burst forth high in the sky.

A long time passed like this.

Her cool, delicate hand lightly touched Rustan, then quickly withdrew. After a moment, she tentatively tapped the knight's hand again, her nails tickling his skin. Her movements were very light, like a timid little fox, gently and tentatively hooking his little finger.

It's like a prank.

Rustan turned his head, and the girl looked at him defiantly, tilting her head. "What, you're shy about such a small prank? You're such a virgin knight..."

Suddenly, the boy grabbed Rosalyn's hand.

The girl's hand visibly stiffened, like a little fox that had been caught, panicked and helpless. Rosalyn tried to open her eyes, but how could she compare to the boy's monstrous strength?

His hands were thick, strong, and warm.

"You..." Rosalyn couldn't break free. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her pale blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and her ears were also tinged with red. Finally, she helplessly admitted defeat and whispered, "Let go."

"I won't tease you anymore, I won't joke around anymore."

The sound was so low it sounded like the chirping of insects.

"But I wasn't joking."

As Qingye Fengyin said, no matter how many lifetimes he has lived, he has always been an honest gentleman. He looked earnestly at Rosalin and said seriously:

I want to hold your hand.

"you..."

How could you say such shameless things? Are you even a knight? You've gone too far!

unacceptable.

The girl lowered her head, her voice as soft as a slowly falling firework. She buried her face in her hood and stopped struggling.

Fireworks burst forth between them.

-

Time seemed so long, summer so noisy, and young boys and girls had plenty of time to do trivial things, arguing, laughing, arguing, and making up. They seemed to think that this was eternity.

Year after year passed, and the former apprentice knight has now become the vice-commander of the Knights of Favonius, and has been given the title of 'Young Wolf'. Mondstadt has four guardians of the winds: the East Wind Dragon is Dvalin, the West Wind is the Knights of Favonius, the South Wind Lion is the commander of the Knights, and the North Wind Wolf is the vice-commander.

Having inherited the title of wolf, Rustan is one of the Four Winds Guardians.

The boy who once practiced swordsmanship in the square has now become a pillar of Mondstadt. Of course, he is also the first Night Elf hero, the Batman of Mondstadt.

"Have you packed your luggage?"

Rustan asked earnestly.