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

"The results of it?"

"As a result, two guys came to pick flowers and scared Dvalin away," Wendy said casually, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Ah..." Ying was a little embarrassed.

"So you have to compensate me."

"What compensation?"

"The Sky Harp!" the poet laughed, her pale hand tracing the shape of a harp in the air. She extended a slender, white finger, pointing towards Qingye Fengyin. Her words were always startling and thought-provoking.

"You have to come with me to steal the 'Sky Harp'"

"what are you up to?"

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"what are you up to."

The woman calmly looked down at the man kneeling on the ground.

A scarlet mask concealed her face, and her pale blue eyes hung naturally, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The man was not young; he was covered in wounds, crisscrossed with them, some so deep that the bone was visible.

He reeked of alcohol, and his skin was dry, rough, and brownish—the result of years of sailing overseas—he was a sailor, a tax collector for the Fools.

McCain, that's his name.

He was the first mate who pulled Kiyono Fuyumi from the sea, and also the guy who let her go. When Kiyono Fuyumi left, they even toasted each other with ale across the ship, and then said, "Goodbye."

"Your purpose."

The sailor didn't speak, he just lowered his head.

He remained silent, biting his lip, head bowed, and after a long while, said, "I have no purpose."

“I just don’t want to kill a child,” McCa said wearily. He was exhausted, and everything in front of him was blurry. He had to think for a long time before he could finish a sentence. “He’s still alive. I can’t kill him.”

The woman stared at him indifferently.

"He is a member of the Knights of Mondstadt."

These past few days, she has become increasingly agitated, because of the boy, and also because of the nightmare from five hundred years ago. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees that great fire, the setting sun like blood, Rustan's corpse shattering at the slightest touch, vanishing before her eyes, and she can't grasp it no matter what, because no one can grasp the wind.

From that moment on, she vowed to burn all demons and bring peace to the world, and she would stop at nothing to achieve this goal.

The Flame Witch burned away all her tears; all that remained of her life was ashes.

“I didn’t know then, I didn’t know who he was,” McCarthy said.

“You released him; he's hindering our plans.”

Mike let out a slow breath, his eyelids opening wearily:

“But he’s a child. And I’m the one who pulled him out of the water. I’ve harmed him, so I should be responsible for his life or death.”

"I can't kill the child."

“This is my principle, madam. Every sailor has a tranquil sea in his heart. I have been a sailor for thirty years and have done all kinds of dirty work, but I also have a clean sea in my heart that cannot be violated. If even that sea is dirty, I am not qualified to go home to see my children.”

Uncle McCa smiled, exhausted and weak, his life hanging by a thread.

irritable.

irritable.

The woman looked down at him coldly.

She felt irritated again.

These guys, one after another, look so righteous and noble, so bright and majestic, as if they want to save everything, but they are so weak and can't do anything, just like they were five hundred years ago.

They should all be killed.

irritable.

“You know what will happen,” the woman announced calmly.

“Your Excellency.” Maicah raised his head, the old man gazing at the high-ranking woman, at the executor of the Fools:

“You also have that clean sea in your heart, I can see it in your eyes, but it has dried up now.”

"Please don't let that sea area down, otherwise you will lose it forever."

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PS1: This chapter is a three-in-one.

Then there's the matter of paying off the bounty. I promised to double it to thirty chapters, and I've already paid off twenty-one. From now on, I'll update three chapters every day until the bounty is paid off.

And then, please, I need your monthly votes... I've been completely crushed on the monthly vote rankings. I really want to be number one.

Now that monthly votes are doubled, if we're still in the top two by the end of the month, I'll give you another ten chapters.

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PS2: Let me explain why I'm updating so late now, much later than before. (By the way, the author doesn't charge fees, so don't worry.)

Previously, I updated each chapter with 2,000 words, and then many readers, well, a lot of readers, said that the chapters were disjointed or the emotions were not coherent, and suggested that I update more chapters and combine them together.

So I decided to write more and put it all in one chapter, but a new problem arose: if I wrote it all and put it all together, I wouldn't be able to update until very late.

For example, I actually wrote one chapter in the morning and another in the afternoon, but I didn't post them. I waited until the last chapter was finished in the evening before posting them together.

And then another problem arose: people would say the update time was too late. These past two days, it's even been delayed until the early hours of the morning.

Of course, this is all my personal problem; I'm terrible at typing, slow, and clumsy...

Let's compromise. I'll try to update around 10 or 11 pm every day. If there's no update by 11 pm, you don't have to wait. Just go to sleep and check back tomorrow morning.

I apologize again. My fourth aunt's typing speed is terrible, so please bear with her. I'm sorry.

Merry Chrismas!

Saintess, please spare me!

Volume 1: Chapter 56 I'm Leaving You All (Three-in-One)

"Drip it in quietly, without making a sound."

Wendy placed her slender index finger against her thin lips, signaling for quiet.

This is Mondstadt Cathedral.

The courtyard was filled with blinding sunlight.

The shadow cast by the glass dome fell to the ground as sharp as a knife. Rows of neat palm trees lined both sides, and scattered points of light flickered between the layers of leaves, the lush greenery seemingly about to droop down.

Wendy leaned against a marble pillar in the church, her delicate and lively eyes glancing around the interior as she spoke to Kiyono Kaze:

"The Sky Harp must be hidden deep inside the church."

The Sky Harp is a treasure of Mondstadt, said to be a sacred object possessed by the wind god Barbatos.

The two of them are now going to steal this sacred relic, with Ying acting as their backup outside.

This is obviously a crime.

"..." Kiyono Fuyuki felt like she had boarded a pirate ship.

You have to understand, although he claims to be a spy from the Inazuma tribe, in his previous life he was at least a legitimate vice-commander of the Knights of Favonius and was part of the organization. How could he possibly steal his own sacred relic?

Moreover, this self-proclaimed 'world's strongest, most invincible, and most powerful bard'—yes, that's what she just called herself—seems suspicious no matter how you look at it.

She said that as long as she got the Sky Harp, she was confident she could calm the crazed Sky Dragon.

That's very suspicious.

Logically speaking, Kiyono Kazemura wouldn't trust a stranger so easily, but he did, followed along, and naturally chose to believe her.

I followed her naturally, instinct replacing thought, and came to Mondstadt Church with her. Was it because she was good at deceiving people, or because I was easily fooled?

This is a very strange thing.

"...Why not try borrowing it?"

Kiyono made a last-ditch effort, knowing full well that he was now on the edge of the rule of law, and tried to dissuade him: "As long as you explain your reason, the nuns in the church will lend you the money."

“I tried, but I failed.” The girl shook her head. “The nuns said that no one except Lord Barbatos is qualified to use the Sky Harp.”

"Um, didn't you try to fool me?"

Qingye Fengyin thought to himself, "Use your special skills."

"I tried, but it failed."

"How did you manage to fool me?"

“I said to the nun, ‘I no longer want to hide it. I’m laying it all out. My devout believer, rejoice! Before you stands Barbatos himself—’”

The young girl placed one hand on her chest, and raised the other towards the sky. The brilliant sunlight shone upon her, and she solemnly and sacredly proclaimed in an exaggerated, operatic aria tone: "'My believer—'"

Nonsense.

This bard does nothing properly.

"This is a scam!"

Kiyono Kaze shook his head helplessly and said half-jokingly, "If you're Barbatos, then I'm still the young wolf Rustan."

"Hmm." The girl chuckled softly, shrugging her shoulders. Her smile was ambiguous, leaving one guessing. "Heh heh."

When she smiled, her eyes, like autumn water, seemed to flow gently, as if speaking. Her slender hands were crossed behind her back, and she tilted her head slightly, letting her two long, thin braids fall to one side. She said:

"In short, the Sky Harp cannot be obtained through legitimate means."

Kiyono Fuyu sighed helplessly, his face darkening slightly. Although his life was short, he had always been a kind and honest man. He never expected that he would end up doing such a despicable thing.

How will he evaluate Kiyono Fuukin's life in the future?

The young wolf Rustan, at twenty-seven, died alone on the battlefield with his sword; the pillar of the state, Kiyono Raimu, at five hundred, died from exhaustion after slaying a giant serpent; the beautiful Kiyono Kazein died three months later while being caught attempting to steal...