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

Anything from Cat's Tail Tavern is guaranteed to be excellent.

Although Diona is always thinking about destroying Mondstadt Winery, her cooking skills are truly unparalleled.

He reached out to take it, but Xu Chuan's hand landed on the bottle.

“However,” Xu Chuan smiled innocently, “there are some things I do need your help with.”

As he spoke, he reached out and put his arm around Wendy's shoulder.

Wendy was taken aback by this sudden display of affection.

"It seems," he said with a helpless expression, "that I didn't have a chance to refuse."

Wendy sighed, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the bottle of wine.

In the end, they compromised.

Of course, Xu Chuan felt that it was more likely that the bottle of wine had the effect.

“It’s too noisy here,” Xu Chuan said. “Why don’t we find a quieter place to talk?”

Paimon watched this scene from the side, his little brain a bit confused.

Ask the street performers to help find someone who resembles the Wind God?

Speaking of which, bards are well-traveled and have seen many people, so perhaps they really could find it.

After all, he was a bard who had personally seen the dragon Dvalin.

As for the street singer being the Wind God?

That's impossible.

What kind of god would do this, hanging out in taverns and acting as a bard?

Paimon firmly denied this possibility.

She didn't notice that Ying, who was beside her, hadn't said a word from beginning to end.

Those golden eyes were fixed on Wendy, watching his every expression and every movement.

Some vague guesses in my mind are gradually becoming clearer.

The three followed Wendy away from the angel's gift.

After many twists and turns, they arrived at the tallest windmill in Mondstadt.

Inside the windmill is a small compartment that Wendy has transformed into a secret base.

Looking out the window, the entire city of Mondstadt was spread out before me, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

Not bad, right?

Wendy leaned against the window and said smugly, "Sitting here to drink is not as nice as drinking from the statue in front of the Church of the West, but it's quiet and no one will bother us."

After saying that, he finally opened the bottle of special cocktail without even waiting.

The aroma of wine instantly filled the air.

Wendy took a sip, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her face was filled with happiness.

“Blessed by the Pure Water Fairy,” he murmured. “That girl is a born bartender.”

Ying looked at him and suddenly spoke.

Wendy.

Her voice was soft, but it made Wendy pause for a moment.

"I want to ask you something."

Wendy put down her glass and looked at her.

Ying looked directly into his eyes and said, word by word, "My brother and I were stopped by a strange god, and now I am searching for his whereabouts."

Do you... know anything?

The air inside the windmill was quiet for a moment.

Wendy was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his tone unusually serious. “I really don’t know anything about your brother. If Mondstadt had any information about him, the Knights would have told you long ago.”

"However, I suggest you try Liyue. The Geo Archon appears every year and knows much more than I, a bard."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Ying's eyes.

But she quickly composed herself and nodded.

During the long journey, she had already learned patience.

She has plenty of time to find the answer.

"It's my turn," Xu Chuan said.

Wendy looked at him, her signature smile returning to her lips.

"As you know, I, like Ying, come from outside the world of Teyvat. Do you have any way to go back?"

Wendy pondered for a moment.

This time, he didn't simply pass the buck to Liyue as he had with Ying's problem.

"Witches."

He spoke a name, “Alice of the Witches’ Guild. This lady possesses magical powers and has traveled through many worlds. Perhaps you can get the answer you’re looking for from her.”

Xu Chuan nodded. Alice, Ke Li's mother, was indeed capable of doing so.

"but?"

“She’s not in Mondstadt right now,” Wendy shrugged. “That witch is always elusive; finding her won’t be easy.”

Xu Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

Wendy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that both of their questions have been answered, they can relax and enjoy their drinks.

"Oh, right."

Xu Chuan suddenly spoke, his tone as casual as if he were talking about how nice the weather was today.

Wendy's glass stopped in mid-air.

"I've had such bad luck lately," Xu Chuan sighed, his face sincere. "I'm really afraid of running into some other accident, you see..."

He looked directly into Wendy's eyes, his smile seemingly harmless.

"Could I borrow that chess piece from last time?"

The windmill was so quiet you could hear the wind blowing through the gears.

Wendy's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

The smile on his face gradually froze.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Freedom of the Wind God

This guy actually wants to borrow the Heart of the Wind God.

Wendy's hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, her smile stiffening slightly, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.

It must be said that the downside of not wanting to expose oneself is that the Wind God is fully demonstrated at this moment.

He realized that the guy in front of him was just like him, pretending to be ignorant even when he knew the truth.

However, I also blame myself. On a whim, I used the Heart of God to test Xu Chuan's seemingly fake ability.

Now look what's happened, they've got their eyes on them.

The windmill was so quiet you could hear the wind blowing through the gears.

Paimon broke the eerie silence.

"What kind of chess piece?" she blinked, looking innocent. "Is it a kind of wine?"

In her opinion, anything that could elicit that expression from Wendy must be related to alcohol.

In Mondstadt, the importance of wine is self-evident.

Ying didn't speak, but watched the scene with great interest.

Those golden eyes were filled with the words "watching the show," and her cunning nature was gradually being revealed.

Xu Chuan looked directly into Wendy's emerald green eyes with a sincere expression, making it impossible for anyone to refuse him.

Wendy took another sip of her drink and scratched her head with one hand.

He actually found it quite amusing that the two little ones recognized him.

Thinking about it carefully, Xu Chuan is actually quite nice. He knows to treat me to drinks, and he speaks very nicely.

Unlike some aggressive guys who seem to have ill intentions, can't they at least be a little more polite when they come to someone else's house?

at the same time.

Inside a luxurious room at the Goethe Hotel.

A tall, slender woman with a hot figure suddenly sneezed.

"Ah-"

She frowned, drawing sidelong glances from her subordinates.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." The woman waved her hand, her gaze drifting to the familiar scenery of Mondstadt outside the window, a hint of nostalgia seemingly lingering in her eyes.

"It's just... I always feel like someone is talking about me."

……

Inside the windmill.

Wendy looked at Xu Chuan with a complicated expression in her eyes.

What truly made him hesitate was not whether or not to lend the money.

He didn't really care much about the Heart of God.

In the original storyline, Wendy even allowed a domineering lady to steal the Heart of God, pretending that she had no power to resist at all.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Wendy was worried that the Heart of God would cause trouble for Xu Chuan.

Especially the foolish crowd.

Being targeted by that group of lunatics is never a good thing.

However, as a god of a free city-state, this freedom is also suitable for him.

It is also his freedom to choose whom to give the Heart of God.

Wendy turned her gaze to Ying, then looked at Xu Chuan, whose face was full of anticipation, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was different from usual; it lacked some of the carefree and casualness, and contained something more indescribable.

He slowly got up.

"I can lend you the chess piece."

Xu Chuan's eyes lit up.

Can you exchange a bottle of wine for the heart of God?

It's a bargain.

With the Heart of God in hand, I will have more confidence for my upcoming journey in Teyvat.

“On the condition,” Wendy’s voice softened, yet carried an undeniable weight, “that you abide by your contract with me.”

He extended his right hand toward Xu Chuan.

For a moment, Xu Chuan was in a daze.