Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 137 The Dragon Girl and the Poet

Time went back to when Farmas had just left the alchemy workshop in the mountains.

Ying and Timaus took Du Lin down the mountain. In the adventurer's camp at the entrance of the snow mountain, they met Wendy who was drunk with the blacksmith Urban and Yuxia who looked helpless.

Wendy got the news from the person in charge, Yuxia, that a group of treasure robbers robbed the good wine sent to Liyue inside and outside the adventurer's camp.

Yuxia's original intention was to ask the little poet with the eyes of God to help her find where her privately stored wine was. Unexpectedly, Wendy who found out the good wine not only drank most of it by herself, but also took Wu, the only blacksmith in the Longji Snow Mountain Camp, to find it. Together with Urban, they drank almost half of the carload of drinks.

The only labor force in the camp, Urban, who was a blacksmith, was drunk, Yuxia and Timaus who had just handed in their homework had no choice but to leave the adventurer camp, pushing the remaining half-cart of wine, ready to go to the temporary station of the Adventurer Association , notify the relevant personnel to receive it.

Timaus had been obsessed with alchemy for a long time, and his physical fitness was average. He was soon led by Yuxia who was pushing the truck.

Weird girl Yuxia!
When Ying and Timaus arrived in front of Wendy with little Durin, the wind god was still holding a wine bottle, leaning against the forging table, hiccupping and pointing at the truck that had been pulled away. : "Ying...on the trolley...and...exported wine from Chenxi Winery..."

"Oh! Did you and Farmas have children? How time flies..."

Du Lin's golden eyes stared at the nonsense Wendy.

In his impression, Barbatos is always elegant and noble, like the most holy god.

And now, is this drunk poet in green in front of him really the Barbatos he is familiar with?
"It is I, Durin, the beautiful poet..."

Facing Du Lin's golden eyes, Wendy blinked her eyes, and was about to raise her hand, her shoulders moved, but there was no substantive movement.

"No... maybe... Hiccup, Doolin, already gone..."

Wendy burped again, her eyelashes drooping.

"Poet, it's really me, Famas brought me back."

Little Dulin staggered to Wendy's side, stretched out his fleshy hand anxiously, pinched the corner of Wendy's clothes, gently rubbed his head on the ground, the boy who looked quite frustrated .

"I'm back... Lord Barbatos."

Hearing her divine name, Wendy was sleepy, and finally raised her hand, pinched little Du Lin's face, then went down and touched his round little hand.

"Durin...is a girl..."

The drunken Wendy smiled foolishly, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up, pushing little Du Lin into her arms, and then stretched out her hand, apparently wanting to test whether Du Lin was a little girl.

"Big sister! Help!"

Du Lin was shocked when he was caught. He has no strength now, and his body has become smaller. After being caught by Wendy, he can only move around with his teeth and claws. It looks more like he is cooperating with the boy's movements.
"Stop it, singer!"

Seeing Wendy's frivolous movements, Paimon hurriedly grabbed his hand, Ying also stepped forward, and knocked Wendy on the head with a chestnut.

"Ouch, it hurts."

Wendy, who was hit on the head by Ying, let go suddenly, let go of little Du Lin in her arms, and covered her head with her hand.

"Why are you so fierce!"

The young man in green screamed and lowered his head, rubbing his head.

"He's really Du Lin... Wake up!"

Ying hugged Du Lin back, stared at the drunk Wendy, and said helplessly.

Paimon flew to Wendy's side, the young man's drunkenness seemed to recede a little because of Ying's beating just now, he shook his head drowsily, raised his index finger, and was about to say something.

At this time, Du Lin, who was hiding in Ying's arms, jumped down and lay down in front of Wendy. His body gradually changed, with sharp and protruding dragon horns growing on his head, his torso mutated, and ferocious and lustrous dragon scales grew out. Sharp black claws, blood-colored pupils and nictitating membranes, and still young black dragon wings.

Du Lin uttered an immature growl at Wendy, and successfully woke up Wendy who was still half drunk, and widened her green pupils.
"As far as I know, the only dragons left in this world are the old man next door and the fat dragon he suppressed somewhere, so..."

Although she looked sober, Wendy was still talking nonsense.

"So, Ying... did you and Twarin... have a baby?"

Ying, who was wearing a short skirt, clenched her fists when she heard the words, as if she still wanted to give this nonsense poet a blow.

Wendy quickly raised her hands to admit her mistake, touched the wine bottle on the forging table by the way, and took another big gulp.

"It really looks like Durin, eyes, dragon claws..."

Wendy stood up propped up and looked at the young dragon in front of her.

"Fly, fly, like a bird, look at the world for me, fly to the sky for me..."

Du Lin opened his mouth, and only the language that the elemental creatures could understand came out.

This is the last song Wendy's best friend sang while fighting against the Tornado Demon God.

"you!"

Hearing this familiar poem, Wendy clenched her fists excitedly, then let go, and tremblingly touched Durin's rough dragon scales with her fingertips.

The wind lifted his tails, brushed the leaves, and made a rattling sound.At this time, it was late at night, and the insects gradually stopped, and everything was quiet, only the crackling of burning wood and the sound of a few wind crystal butterflies flapping their wings.

"It's really you...is it a golden technique?"

Feeling the roaring vibration, the Wind Crystal Butterfly fluttered its wings and fled. In Ying's eyes, a fine rain of light fell in front of Wendy and Du Lin. Annihilation, finally disappearing in the palms, clasping the palms together, only the void is left.

In front of Du Lin, the young man's face was clear, his eyes were as warm as jade, and there was a faint smile on his mouth. He was so familiar that he was nostalgic, but he was so strange that he seemed to have met him for the first time.

It was the face of the boy who had been visiting dreams for years, and it was the great regret and unreachableness that had long been dormant in the past.

"Poet... I'm back."

Wendy put her forehead on the top of the young black dragon's head and rubbed gently.

"I know... I should have recognized you..."

The wind is whispering in the ear, humming the songs buried in the old days, and the holy phantom of the young man is magnified in front of his eyes.

"Please don't hate me and Twarin..."

One person and one dragon spent some time reminiscing about the past, Wendy raised her head, and the bright starry sky of Tevat was reflected in her deep green eyes, night owls flew across the distant sky in twos and threes, Urban was sleeping soundly in the tent of.

"Hey, Ying, you have to keep this a secret?"

The resurrection of Durin is definitely an earth-shattering event. The resurrection of the magic dragon Durin, which is rumored in Mond City, is also closely related to their Lord Fengshen. This kind of thing...

"Ah."

"We won't talk nonsense!"

Ying and Paimon responded at the same time.

Wendy, shrouded in starlight, stretched out her hands to the two.

"follow me."

The breeze whipped up a dragon and two people, and disappeared into the camp. The sparrows were pecking at the raspberries. The wild boars, which had adapted to the cold wind, slept soundly in the depths of the snow cave. The snow foxes gathered in front of the rare sunset fruits and had a party.

The snow-capped mountains seem to be full of life.

Until, a bewildered turquoise-haired animal-eared lady got into the adventurer's camp. She didn't find the person in charge of the camp, so she left a note and ran up the snow mountain.

(End of this chapter)