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Chapter 620 The Guest From Afar

Sumeru City, the corner of the Grand Bazaar.

Wendy, who put on a gray hood, watched all this calmly. He knew that conflicts would break out here, so he chose to hide himself as soon as he entered the Grand Bazaar—he wanted to see how Ning Yu would react to this situation. No matter what to do, the result did not exceed his expectations, and he was quite satisfied.

It's not about overwhelming others with power, but simply resisting the pressure on yourself.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would directly reveal their identity as Liyue people, and forcefully suppress them with the powerful country behind them.This is the safest method, because doing so can definitely avoid violent conflicts, and it can also [-]% force female scholars to leave.

But Ning Yu chose to go directly, without clearly revealing his identity, and even pointed the finger at himself.

In this case, the Holy Order would only put pressure on Ning Yu, and if it did, the Holy Order would only arrest Ning Yu—after all, before this, Ning Yu didn't even know anyone at the Zubair Theater.

"Yes, Not Bad."

In the corner, Wendy took a sip of wine and nodded.

The people are nice and things are nice, but the wine is a bit off.

Hey--

Although he knew that Xumiren liked coffee more than alcohol, he had already lowered his expectations, but after drinking these things into his mouth, he still felt boring.

"Boss, can you get some good wine? This wine is so weak that it is almost like water!" Wendy looked at the wine stall owner resentfully.

"My guest, you should not be a native of Xumi." The boss also looked helpless, and he pointed to the wine in Wendy's hand, "This [spicy wine] is already the wine with the highest quality and alcohol content in our store, so that's it. Most of the locals can’t even drink a glass of the wine you say is “as light as water”!”

"Can't even drink a glass?!" Wendy's expression was a little exciting, and he sniffed the wine again, and his expression became even more strange.

Can this water wine be drunk in a glass?If this is placed in Mond, it won't even be on the children's table!
"Seeing that the guests are so shocked, it should be from Mond?" The boss sighed again. For many years, he can recognize most of the guests based on this drink alone.

The guests who pick drinks may come from many countries, but those who pick drinks like this and show obvious shock at the amount of alcohol are probably Mond people,

"Yes, I am indeed from Mond, and I have driven a long way." Wendy thought for a while, then put down the wine glass, and still looked at the boss with some resentment in her eyes, "You guessed that I am from Mond Why are you still serving this kind of wine? I might as well drink coffee after drinking this kind of wine."

"Hey, that's right!" The boss smiled, and pointed to the right direction, "Guests, listen to my advice, you have to try the coffee from Xumi!"

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Wendy's little hand shook, and after a few seconds of silence, he still drank the wine in his hand.

Then he showed a somewhat bitter smile.

Today is his first day in Sumeru, he regrets it, he wants to go back to Mond.

"Hey! This guest." There are not many customers, and the boss is also happy to communicate with this Mond man. Seeing the simple harp, he asked curiously: "I see that you wear a harp with you. Are you A musician from Mond?"

"It's okay, but more professionally, I'm a bard." Wendy sighed, the days without alcohol are too bitter.

"That's the case." The boss rolled his eyes around, then leaned over, and said mysteriously: "This bard, the Grand Bazaar just happened to hold a cultural performance recently, and it is said that some famous people from other countries were invited. And the artist!"

"Well, I know about it." Wendy nodded very calmly.

"So you are here to join in the fun?"

"Forget it, I was invited here." Wendy took a sip of the wine calmly, then frowned unsteadily, no matter how many times she tasted this thing, it would fade away.

"You were invited here?!" The boss widened his eyes.

"Yeah, I just arrived earlier today." Speaking of this, Wendy's brows were a little sad. The matter of the Bayer Theater. What kind of prejudice do you Xumi have against art? Even a small theater can’t accommodate it.”

"Zubair Theater"

Mentioning this, the boss glanced over there, then sighed.

"Guest, let me tell you, it's not that we Xumi have any opinions on culture and art and Zubair theater. We ordinary people like dance and music very much." He lowered the volume, as if he was afraid that the walls would have ears, "The only one who really has views on culture and art is the Holy Order. In fact, it is not entirely the Holy Order. It should be said that it is the great sage of this generation, Azar."

"Great sage? Could it be that he can command the entire Academy if he doesn't like it? Is he even more powerful than Liyue's rock king?" Wendy looked very puzzled, almost saying "You must Where did Mi's own god go?" This sentence came out.

"Hey—although I really don't want to admit it, but the guest is right. The current great sage is actually no different from a god." The boss's expression was a little depressed. He is actually a firm supporter of the grass god. When he was seriously ill, he even came to visit him in a dream.

And what about the Holy Order?Seeing that he was seriously ill, he quickly arranged for a new person to take over his booth, and no one came to ask about his condition.

Although they really don't want to admit it, many Xumi people have faintly discovered that the current Holy Order doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people at all, they only care about the so-called [academic achievements] and [human grand ideals].

"That's it"

Hearing this, Wendy nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that the problems Buyer encountered are indeed serious. Wendy also feels a headache for her. Even if she is forced to this level by the people, she is still unwilling to hurt them.

If it was Morax, he would have thrown it with a rock spear; if it had been Balzebu, he would have slashed it; if it had been Clemmons, he would have imprisoned him with endless spirits. Live those guys.

Only this gentle God of Grass, the God of Grass who constantly protects the people by sacrificing himself, would do such a thing.

Many years ago, the previous God of Grass sacrificed his life to protect the people of Sumeru; now, the God of Grass sacrifices his freedom to protect the people of Sumeru.
But these sacrifices were exchanged for such a result.

"Buyer"

Wendy's voice was soft, and the emerald green wind element slowly lingered in his pupils.

"I still won't interfere with your choice but at the same time, I won't turn a blind eye to some problems."

"I hope that one day."

"We can meet under the blue sky."

(End of this chapter)