While I was in Mondstadt, I never imagined becoming a god.

“Paimon,” Xu Chuan couldn’t help but ask, “is your stomach connected to another world?”

"What?" Paimon blinked, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing, I just think you have a really good appetite."

"Actually, I can't usually eat this much," Paimon said in a low voice, sounding a little guilty.

Xu Chuan shook his head, thinking to himself, "No wonder Paimon asks for 300,000 Mora for food every month."

That's an appetite; most people couldn't afford to feed that much.

Ying slowly sipped her juice beside him, already used to Paimon's large appetite.

At the dinner table, the three of them gradually started chatting, and the awkwardness between them quickly faded away.

“Speaking of which,” Paimon suddenly said, counting on his fingers, “it seems like you two have similar goals.”

"What's the goal?" Xu Chuan couldn't help but ask.

"Ying wanted to ask the Wind God about her brother's whereabouts."

Paimon pointed at Ying, then at Xu Chuan, "And you're looking for the Wind God to find your way home, isn't that similar?"

Ying thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "It does look quite similar."

However, as soon as she arrived in Mondstadt, she got caught up in the dragon plague, and only Amber helped her post a lot of missing person notices.

The Knights of Favonius also promised to help find news of the brother, but unfortunately, they have not received any information so far.

Now, our last hope may lie with the Wind God.

Xu Chuan revealed an innocent-looking smile.

How could a reason that you've carefully prepared not be convincing?

He put down his cup, glanced around to make sure no one was watching them, and then lowered his voice.

"Actually, I recently discovered someone who is very likely the wind god Barbatos."

Ying's movements stopped.

Paimon nearly choked on his juice and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Ying put down her cup, a hint of surprise in her golden eyes, but she still retained some rationality.

After all, the wind god Barbatos had been missing for hundreds of years.

The last time it appeared was five hundred years ago when it fought alongside Dvalin against the dragon Durin.

Even the Knights of Favonius couldn't find his whereabouts.

Xu Chuan has only been in Mondstadt for a short time, yet he has already discovered someone who seems to be a god.

Xu Chuan smiled, looking confident and composed.

He was joking; he dared to say that in all of Mondstadt, no one knew the lazy Anemo god better than himself.

"I'm 80% sure that person is the Wind God."

“Then let’s go find him now!” Ying stood up, her tone filled with barely concealed urgency.

The girl who had always been calm and composed finally revealed her true emotions.

Xu Chuan waved his hand: "Of course, no problem, but before that, I have something to do."

"what's up?"

"You'll find out when you come with me," Xu Chuan said, winking mysteriously.

Under the skeptical gazes of Ying and Paimon, the three left the Deer Hunter's Restaurant, crossed several streets, and stopped in front of a tavern.

Cat's Tail Tavern.

"What are we doing here?" Paimon looked around curiously. "Weren't we going to find the Wind God?"

"Don't rush." ​​Xu Chuan pushed open the door and went inside.

The tavern was filled with the faint aroma of alcohol. Several cats were lazily napping under the bar, while a little guy lay on a regular customer's lap, enjoying being petted.

Several guests sat in a corner, talking in hushed tones.

Behind the bar, a pink-haired girl with cat ears was diligently wiping the cocktail glasses.

"Welcome to Cat Tail Tavern, it's you."

Diona looked up, saw Xu Chuan, and paused in her actions.

"Didn't you say you went on a mission for the Knights?" She tilted her head. "You're back so soon?"

"The mission is over." Xu Chuan walked to the bar, took out the ice-blue Eye of God from his pocket, and gently placed it on the bar.

"I've returned the Eye of the Ice God to you. Thank you; it has been very helpful to my research."

Diona nodded and reached out to take it.

She didn't really care about the Eye of the Ice God, since she couldn't just lose it.

“Oh, right,” Xu Chuan suddenly said, “I’d like a special cocktail of the day, please.”

Diona's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes widened instantly, and her pink hair seemed about to explode.

"What did you say?!"

She stared at Xu Chuan, looking like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

Although it didn't actually breathe on anything, its cute yet fierce eyes clearly said, "You liar."

“I don’t expect you to spend your life fighting with me to destroy Mond Winery.”

Diona said, word by word, "But you can't even endure a month?"

Xu Chuan quickly waved his hand: "Ahem, I didn't mean to go back on my word. This wine is not what I wanted to drink."

He desperately tried to signal to Ying beside him with his eyes, hoping she could help him out of the predicament.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Ying suddenly felt a sense of disillusionment, wondering if she had mistaken him for someone else.

So this is what you have to do before meeting the Wind God?

But considering the meal they had just shared, she still went over.

“That drink is mine.” Ying’s voice was cool, but it interrupted Diona’s “breathing mode” at just the right moment.

"I heard that Mondstadt is famous for its fine wines, so I asked him to recommend the best tavern."

Diona paused for a moment, then turned her attention to Ying.

"It's you! The honorary knight who chased away the Stormterror that day!"

Her expression changed instantly, from a fierce little kitten to a docile one.

"I'm so sorry, I misunderstood." Diona lowered her head shyly. "Then let me buy you a drink for free."

She turned around and began mixing, her movements fluid and graceful.

In no time, a dreamy-colored cocktail was prepared and sealed in an exquisite bottle.

"Here you go." She handed the wine to Ying, then took out two glasses of juice. "These are for you. I'm sorry, I didn't know you don't drink. These two glasses are my apology."

Xu Chuan accepted the juice and thanked him with a smile.

The three left the Cat's Tail Tavern. After walking a few steps, Ying handed the special cocktail to Xu Chuan.

"Thank you for earlier." Xu Chuan took the wine. "Diona and I made a pact not to drink alcohol for a month."

"Then what do you want this special drink for?" Paimon floated beside him, looking puzzled. "You can't drink it."

Xu Chuan looked at the wine bottle in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

You'll find out then.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the angel's gift.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Wendy in a Dire Situation

Seeing that Xu Chuan was keeping it a secret and unwilling to tell the truth, Ying and Paimon were really intrigued.

Despite their lingering doubts, the two followed him forward.

After all, that is a god of a country. Anyone would be curious, right?

Along the way, Ying occasionally chatted with Xu Chuan.

She was indeed very interested in what Xu Chuan called "a person who is suspected to be the God of Wind".

But in fact, she herself had someone she suspected.

But that guy spends all his time drinking at pubs, talks nonsense, and always acts like a slacker.

But that's just too unlike the behavior of a deity.

This made her think for a time that she was overthinking things.

As Ying walked, she suddenly felt that the route was strangely familiar, as if she had scouted the area over the past few days.

"Xu Chuan, we're not going there, are we?!"

Paimon suddenly flew in front of the two of them and pointed ahead with his little finger.

Ying looked in the direction she pointed—a gift from an angel.

That familiar wooden door, those familiar drunkards, and that aroma of alcohol that could be smelled from afar.

Ying stopped in her tracks.

“Yes, this is it.” Xu Chuan nodded, confirming Paimon’s guess.

"Are you serious?" Ying was somewhat bewildered.

That guy who spends all day drinking and singing in the tavern?

Wind God?

"It couldn't be more real." Xu Chuan smiled and pushed open the door to go inside first.

Ying and Paimon exchanged a glance, then followed.

Angel's Gift is much more lively than Cat's Tail Tavern.

The aroma of alcohol mingled with the cacophony of voices wafted over, a few drunkards were banging on the table and arguing loudly, someone was playing drinking games in the corner, and groups of people were gathered around the bar.

The various sounds mingled together, making the whole tavern feel like a boiling cauldron.

On the small stage in the center of the tavern, a green figure was holding a harp and leisurely playing and singing.

Five hundred years ago, a wind dragon soared into the sky and fought fiercely with a demonic dragon that descended from the heavens. The sky changed color and the earth trembled...

Wendy's voice was clear and magnetic, and with the accompaniment of the harp, the ancient story seemed to come alive.

Some listened quietly, while others continued drinking and chatting.

But none of that matters to Wendy; all she cares about is getting someone to buy her drinks after she finishes singing.

Xu Chuan found an empty table and sat down, with Ying and Paimon sitting opposite him.

Ying didn't speak, she just stared at Wendy on the stage.

When the piece ended, Wendy walked off the stage with a smile, holding her harp.

He grabbed a drink as he passed the bar, then walked straight toward Xu Chuan's table.

“A street performer!” Paimon immediately exclaimed. “We’ve almost collected all of Dvalin’s tears!”

Wendy's eyes lit up: "That's really good news."

He placed the wine glass on the table, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he looked at Xu Chuan.

"Hey buddy, long time no see." He tilted his head. "What brings you here?"

Xu Chuan took out the special cocktail he brought from the Cat's Tail Tavern and placed it on the table.

"I came here to have a drink with you," he said with a smile. "I left in a hurry last time, but I brought some good stuff with me this time."

Wendy's eyes lit up instantly.