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

She didn't want to reject this feeling.

Some even... greedily wanted more.

……

the other side.

In the dead of night, the streets of Mondstadt appeared unusually empty.

Xu Chuan walked slowly down the empty street with his hands in his pockets.

Taking advantage of the ambiguous atmosphere they had just shared, he could easily take things further if he wanted.

Yura was too relaxed tonight. The defenses she had carefully maintained for many years crumbled layer by layer in front of him, like ice melting in spring water.

If only he had said one more word or done one more thing at that moment.

Given Yura's state tonight, it's not impossible that something might happen if she half-heartedly agrees.

But he didn't.

Xu Chuan stopped and looked up at the moon overhead.

He can tell the difference between being full at one meal and being full at every meal, or being unable to eat enough.

This is neither a noble sentiment nor the self-restraint of a virtuous gentleman.

To be honest, he never considered himself a gentleman.

The unease and doubts that were suppressed by tonight's warmth will surge back like a tide, and will be even more turbulent than before.

At that point, he would truly be seen as taking advantage of someone in distress.

But what if he backs down?

Instead of rushing to get the results, I gradually entered her world and won her heart.

When that time comes, he won't need to cross that line anymore.

She will come over by herself.

Xu Chuan exhaled a deep breath of white air, etching Yura's shy, girlish appearance into his mind.

A flushed face, evasive gaze, slightly trembling fingertips, and the words, "This is the etiquette of the Mondstadt nobility."

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

But as the laughter faded, it was replaced by a soft sigh.

"I was still too greedy."

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

He greedily wanted to completely possess her body and soul, so that she would always have his shadow in her heart.

At the same time, he was unwilling to give up the entire forest.

This attitude of having one's own bowl while eyeing what's in the pot is something even he himself finds somewhat inhuman.

He comes from an information-saturated world and has seen too many fast-paced relationships.

The longer he stayed in this world, the more he realized that the people of Teyvat were quite different from those of his previous life.

The emotions here are purer, but also more profound.

Once you've given your heart, it's hard to take it back.

But his soul still bears the imprint of that world.

Contradiction?

contradiction.

But that's just who he is.

Xu Chuan shook his head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts, and prepared to continue walking forward.

"What are you greedy for?"

A voice came from above, tinged with a lazy yet curious tone, like a cat basking in the sun on the eaves suddenly piqued by a passerby's mutterings.

Xu Chuan paused and looked up.

Barbatos, the guardian of Mondstadt and the free wind god, sat on the roof of a house, his legs dangling in mid-air, swinging leisurely.

What are you doing here?

“Let’s enjoy the moon,” Wendy said matter-of-factly, tilting her head back and taking a swig of her drink.

"And let's hear if there are any interesting stories."

"You know, for bards, stories are life."

"Eavesdropping on someone talking to themselves is called eavesdropping, not field research."

“This isn’t eavesdropping,” Wendy corrected seriously. “It’s just accidentally catching a fragment of inspiration in the air.”

Xu Chuan was too lazy to argue with him about these things.

"You just said greedy."

Wendy didn't let the topic go, leaning forward slightly, resting her chin on one hand, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"What are you greedy for? Tell me."

Xu Chuan thought for a moment and then changed his approach.

"It's like the Mora you have can only buy one drink, but you want to taste all the fine wines in the world."

Wendy's expression changed instantly.

His nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn one.

"That's really greedy."

After a pause, Wendy added, "And it's really painful."

Xu Chuan looked at his "I understand" expression and his lips twitched slightly.

Mondstadt has countless fine wines, but this Anemo Archon's wallet is always emptier than his face.

Every time he stood in front of the bar, he had to go through a mental struggle.

Wendy understands all too well the pain of wanting both but having to choose only one.

"Never mind, let's not talk about this."

Xu Chuan promptly changed the subject, "Didn't Ying come to see you?"

“I’ve looked.” Wendy nodded, her tone casual.

He tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, then placed the bottle on his lap and gazed at the distant sky.

Xu Chuan did not ask any further questions.

He had already guessed that this would be the outcome.

Wendy may seem carefree, irresponsible, and spend all his time drinking and slacking off, but his sense of propriety is more precise than anyone else's.

Xu Chuan could roughly guess how much Wendy had given her.

The two remained silent for a while under the moonlight, as the night breeze passed between them, carrying the sound of wind chimes from the distant church bell tower.

“Oh, right,” Xu Chuan suddenly said, “I have a favor to ask you.”

"explain."

"Have Tvalin cooperate with me for a while."

Wendy paused for a moment, her hand holding the bottle still.

He slowly turned his head, and there was something indescribable in his gaze as he looked at Xu Chuan.

It wasn't surprise, but more like an understanding that "you were definitely not honest."

"Get Tvalin to cooperate with you?"

He repeated the sentence, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a meaningful arc.

"You bastard, you're not planning to impersonate the Wind God, are you?"

Xu Chuan shook his head, "It's a bit more complicated than that."

He paused, as if considering his words.

"I'm testing something and I need Tvalin's help."

Wendy raised the bottle to her lips but didn't drink. She simply touched her lower lip with the bottle's rim, as if deep in thought.

Wendy's tone held a hint of amusement.

"Do you need me to get involved?"

"No need for that."

A moment later, Wendy stood up from the roof, dusted off her pants, and stretched.

"It's getting late, I still need to work hard for tomorrow's wine."

"You, a wind god, live a life more frugal than an adventurer."

“This is called experiencing life,” Wendy said confidently, before leaping off the roof.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Fools are mine.

Ever since Stormterror attacked Mondstadt last time.

The residents of Mondstadt have been hearing news of no dragon plague for quite some time now.

The dragon seemed to vanish, and everything returned to its former tranquility.

Angel's Gift is open as usual, and Diona at Cat's Tail Tavern is still figuring out how to make the worst-tasting drink.

Of course, she has not succeeded so far.

As long as there's still alcohol to drink, Mondstadt is safe.

The talk of the town has shifted from when the dragon disaster will end to whether this year's Feng Hua Festival will be more lively than in previous years.

Knights of Favonius, Grand Master's Office.

Qin sat upright at her desk, with stacks of documents piled up like small mountains in front of her.

Xu Chuan just stood at the door and glanced at it, and his scalp tingled. If he had to be buried in these piles of documents every day, it would be worse than death.

By putting himself in Falgar's shoes, he suddenly understood Falgar's pain.

If the Knights of Favonius weren't carrying the harp, who knows how chaotic things would have become.

Yura walked ahead of him and greeted Qin.

Qin's gaze swept over the two of them, and she paused for a moment while holding the quill pen.

She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that when the two of them stood together, they gave off a kind of inexplicable feeling.

“I heard about the Fools and the Lawrence family from Yura. Perhaps I can help.”

After listening to the story, Qin looked at Xu Chuan with some surprise.

From the initial dragon plague to the events related to the Fools.

This traveler from afar always offered his help, a gesture that deeply moved Qin.

She stood up from her seat, looked directly into Xu Chuan's eyes, and the weariness on her face dissipated considerably.

"Mr. Xu Chuan, thank you very much for your willingness to lend a helping hand."

"In the future, please don't forget us if the Knights can help us in any way."

Even though the Dragon Plague has passed, the Knights of Favonius are still short-handed and urgently need manpower everywhere.

It's already quite an achievement that Qin has been able to maintain the current situation despite her continuous high-intensity overtime work.