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

Despite staying at the Goethe Hotel, this lady still arrived late, revealing the arrogance of the fools both overtly and covertly.

[A major change has been detected in the plot.]

The familiar voice echoed in his mind, and Xu Chuan shuddered.

You've finally arrived. I thought you'd run away.

[The story progress check-in system is still running. Current story point: Mondstadt: The Dragon Disaster (has deviated from the original trajectory)]

[Host behavior detected to have a critical impact on the plot; additional reward awarded.]

A reward? What reward?

Chapter 47 The Olive Branch of the Fools

The banquet was still ongoing at the Goethe Hotel.

The system panel in Xu Chuan's mind was displaying the reward information for this event.

[Reward: Projection Magic]

A capacity to materialize what one sees and touches.

Even the skills and experience contained within the items can be inherited.

It's a perfect match for a knight who can't die unarmed; if used properly, one can become proficient in all martial arts.

This ability also gave Xu Chuan a strange sense of déjà vu.

In my memory, the Abyss's creation of the Nata Dragon Clan was also a reflection of reality.

Putting aside the newly acquired ability, Xu Chuan couldn't help but wonder what exactly triggered the system.

If we're talking about plot changes, the death of the fake Abedo and Dvalin's escape from the abyss's corruption are both changes he was involved in.

But in terms of the outcome, nothing fundamentally changed.

Perhaps the only real change is that the lady can no longer steal the Heart of the Wind God...

After a moment, Xu Chuan snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at his hands.

His palms were empty, but he could conjure a sword whenever he wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" Yura's voice came from the side.

Xu Chuan snapped out of his reverie and smiled. "I was thinking that since Yura dances so well, I can't let her down."

Yura glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"For a beginner, you did quite well."

She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, then clasped his hand with her other hand; her palm was slightly cool, and her fingertips were long and slender.

"One more time?"

"it is good."

The lights on the dance floor were soft, and the music was soothing.

Yura's fingers rested on his shoulder, the pressure light but carrying an undeniable certainty.

She took a step forward, and he stepped back; as she turned to the side, he followed suit.

Their steps gradually synchronized, going from awkward to natural.

“Relax,” she whispered. “You’re not fighting a monster.”

Xu Chuan took a deep breath and tried to relax his stiff shoulders.

They were very close, close enough that he could see the curve of her eyelashes and smell her familiar fragrance.

She twirled with him, her skirt fluttering gently at their feet, the sky-blue fabric brushing against his calves.

“You learn very quickly,” Yura said.

"The teacher is very good."

Yura didn't reply, but simply lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting a small shadow on her cheek.

Those actions that should have been ambiguous became perfectly natural under the pretext of "teaching".

Her fingers rested on his shoulder, and his hand was around her waist, his palm able to feel her body temperature through the fabric.

With a gentle pull, he turned around, and their positions were switched.

Her skirt swept past his feet, stirring a gentle breeze. She looked up, and their eyes met.

In that instant, the music seemed to fade away, the lights seemed to dim, and her cheeks flushed a faint pink, whether from dancing or something else, it was hard to tell.

When the song ended, Yura released her grip and took half a step back.

“Not bad,” she said, her tone returning to its usual calm. “I’ll teach you something else next time.”

"it is good."

Xu Chuan stood by the dance floor, watching Yura turn around and walk back to Amber's side.

Amber leaned over and said something, and Yura's ears turned red again.

He smiled and was about to get a drink.

Suddenly, I felt a gaze, not a casual glance, but a feeling of being locked on, like a hunter staring at its prey.

He followed that gaze.

At the other end of the banquet hall, a woman was looking at him with a wine glass in her hand.

She wore a black dress, with long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her signature half-face mask.

A faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips, making it difficult to discern whether it was a gesture of goodwill or sarcasm.

She stood there, and no one came near her.

It's not that there weren't enough seats, but rather that the aura emanating from the room made people subconsciously keep their distance.

The eighth executive officer of the Fools, "Lady".

Their eyes met in mid-air. She didn't look away; instead, she slightly raised her chin, as if confirming something.

Then she walked towards him slowly, holding her wine glass.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was almost inaudible in the noisy banquet hall, but Xu Chuan felt that each step was exceptionally clear.

Although everyone was curious about the woman's intentions, they kept their distance from her.

When the Knights found them, the two had already begun to talk.

“Mr. Xu Chuan.” Her voice was lower than I had imagined, with a languid huskiness. “I have long admired your name.”

Xu Chuan didn't reply, he just looked at her.

The woman wasn't annoyed. She took a sip of the red wine in her glass and looked him up and down.

"The one who defeated Stormterror," she said, "is indeed as young as the rumors say."

"You flatter me."

The Fatui are very good at gathering intelligence, so it's not surprising that they learned about their battle with Stormterror.

"It's not a compliment, it's a statement."

Although it was a compliment, the woman's tone was quite casual.

"It is rare to see a mortal fighting against a demon god in the entire Teyvat."

Doesn't someone like that feel wasted on a lowly alchemy assistant in Mondstadt?

Xu Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Speak your mind."

“Join the Fools,” she said. “The Queen of Winter needs someone like you. The position of Executor is vacant.”

The music in the banquet hall continued, but Xu Chuan felt that the surrounding sounds were far away.

“An alchemical assistant,” the woman swirled her glass, “and a Fool’s Enforcer—I don’t need to explain the difference, do I?”

"Moreover, the gods of Mondstadt can't even discipline their own pets; such a kingdom has no future."

Her tone carried an air of self-assured certainty, as if refusal was an option that did not exist.

Just as Xu Chuan was about to speak, a figure blocked his way.

A sky-blue evening gown flashed before his eyes. Yura stood between him and the lady, her back to him and her face towards the lady.

Her shoulders were slightly tense, and her back was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

“Madam,” her voice was cold, “is it not inappropriate to poach people in front of the Knights of Favonius?”

The woman glanced at her, her smile widening.

Yura's eyes turned cold.

Xu Chuan gently patted Yura's shoulder, walked around from behind her, and stood in front of the lady.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I have no interest in the Fools."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Won't you consider it?"

"No need to consider it."

The woman stared at him for several seconds.

Then she laughed, a laugh that was more genuine than before, but also colder.

"What a pity," she said. "Next time we meet, it might not be on a similar occasion."

She turned and left, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground fading into the distance.

The woman's conversation with Xu Chuan was very brief; by the time Qin arrived, he had already left.

Xu Chuan watched her walk back to the group of foolish envoys, as if nothing had just happened.

It seems this was just a test.

"Are you alright?" Yura's voice came from the side.

"It's nothing." Xu Chuan turned to look at her. "But you, you almost rushed up just now."

Yura turned her face away. "I just... can't stand seeing people so arrogant."

"Yeah, I know." Xu Chuan smiled. "Thanks."

Yura didn't reply; she just stood there, the moonlight streaming in through the window and shining on her.

Her profile was reflected in the glass, but something else was hidden in her eyes.

"Let's go," she suddenly said.

"where to?"

"Let's go out for some fresh air." She had already turned and walked towards the door. "It's too stuffy in here."

Xu Chuan followed her, and the two walked through the crowd, pushed open the door, and the night wind rushed in.

The night in Mondstadt was quiet, and the sound of windmills turning in the distance could be clearly heard.

When she reached the square, Yura stopped and looked up at the huge statue.

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Cocktail Party at the Land of the Rising Wind

Under the cover of night, Xu Chuan and Yura strolled side by side in the plaza of the Wind God Statue.

Away from the noisy Goethe Hotel, when it was just the two of them, Yura felt so relaxed and happy, as if as long as Xu Chuan was by her side, she would not feel uneasy no matter what she faced.

The subtle glances and whispers at the dinner party were all blown away by the night breeze at this moment.

The night in Mondstadt was quiet, the sound of windmills turning in the distance could be clearly heard, and the moonlight cast long shadows of the two people.

Thinking of this, Yura couldn't help but whisper, "I really hope it can stay like this forever."

Before the girl could get a response, a voice came from behind her.

"A future that remains unchanged can be quite boring."

A familiar green figure, carrying a harp, quietly appeared before the two.