Genshin: I’m too hard for the boss of the deer hunter

In the afternoon, Jean came out of the Deer Hunter restaurant.

On the way back to the Knights’ station, thinking about his thoughts.

“If you can, when the matter of the Wind Demon Dragon is over, it’s okay to go to the pre-dawn Oath Cape to see…” Right? ”

“If you invite Jiang Chen, will it be rejected?”

“If only there really was time.”

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Mondstadt Middle Terrace.

The upper part is the Wind God Statue Square, and the lower is the Fountain Square in the commercial area.

The Goethe Grand Hotel, which was crowd-chartered by fools, occupies this area.

Ying and Paimon did not go to the library.

Because they ran into unexpected people halfway through.

Or… Culprits?

“Wind element, is this the end of it?”

Ying walked over to the wall covered with flags and looked up.

Above that is the Aeolian Statue Square.

“That green guy, did you climb up from here?”

Paimon urged, “Ying, let’s hurry up and follow, don’t let him run!” Maybe there will be clues about the wind demon dragon on him! ”

“Good.”

Ying glanced left and right.

There are quite a lot of people.

Even if you have leggings in a skirt, it is not good to climb the wall.

I could only go up the stairs on the side.

“Why do you run to a crowded place?”

Paimon said suspiciously.

Ying thought for a moment and said, “This is what is often said to be fishing in troubled waters, right? The more people the place, the less conspicuous it is? ”

“Oh!”

Paimon sincerely cast her a “you really cultured” look.

The two walked around the Fengshen Statue Square.

Falling in love, flying a kite, basking in the sun.

Only in the shadows directly below the statue of the god of wind.

There was a large crowd.

“Go there and see.”

Paimon said.

Ying nodded and walked there.

A gentle breeze blew from outside the cider lake, bringing the pleasant sound of the harp.

Paimon looked like he was enjoying himself.

Just as he was about to praise, he immediately found that everyone was gathered around, quietly listening to the sound of this harp playing.

Ying led Paimon through the crowd.

I saw the player of this harp.

Is it the guy in green clothes and white socks they are looking for, who looks like a superficial identity, a bard?

He plucked the strings.

The gentle harmony blends into such a pleasant performance.

“The story I want to tell begins in primeval times, when the gods were still walking the earth.”

“The Sky Dragon descended from the sky and was curious about everything in the world.”

“The dragon is looking for its own answers, but cannot understand the complexity of the world.”

The bard’s soft voice and beautiful playing paint the picture of the primeval in the listener’s mind.

The singer of the wind played the strings, and the pure dragon answered the doubts one by one.

“Dragons are just curious children, just flying without worries, until now.”

“It listens to poetry and wants to learn to sing, so that all things may understand its heart.”

“The singer and the dragon become legends…”

The rhythm changes suddenly.

The legendary origin and the warm sound of the piano like a spring breeze became urgent.

There seems to be the sound of rain mixed in.

The bard paused, sketching the epic legend in a tragic voice.

“Dark ages have come…”

“At this time, the lion’s teeth are rotten, the eagle flag is not flying, and another evil dragon is approaching Mond.”

“Suffering is the shadow that hangs over the cathedral.”

“Sigh, reunited by poets.”

The sound of the harp and the abrupt chant were abruptly high.

The hearts of all the audience listening to the performance were slightly shocked, like a dark cloud being swept away by one hand.

“The Sky Dragon has come at the call of duty.”

“Fight the dragon to the death in the storm.”

“The Sky Dragon swallowed the poisonous blood of the evil dragon and fell into a deep sleep.”

An epic came to an end.

Everyone listened quietly, no one spoke, and no one left.

Because the sound of the harp does not end.

The sad rhythm makes the heart tight.

“Years later, no one knows about it.”

The bard empathized, “Why do people today reject me? ”

“The Sky Lyre didn’t speak.”

“Anger and sadness, life and poisonous blood turned into tears from the corners of the dragon’s eyes.”

“Poetry is silent, corruption takes effect easily.”

“Sky Qin, but there is no way to speak.”

The sound of the harp and chanting stopped abruptly.

The audience gathered around was also silent for a while, slowly reminiscing.

Instantly…

“Wendy, what’s the back?”

Someone asked.

“Back?”

The bard known as Wendy “hey” scratched the back of his head and said, “I don’t know!” ”

Everyone suddenly made a noise.

“Che, this kind of poetry without a following, you don’t want to use it for performance, right?”

“This year’s most beloved Mond Bard, you’re gone!”

“It’s abominable! I’m just getting excited! ”

The audience grumbled and quickly left.

Ying fell into deep thought.

“Dragon’s tears, poisonous blood…”

“Isn’t this exactly the same as Jiang Chen said?”

She remembered the crystallization of purified tears, “Is it true that this green guy is performing poetry?” ”

If that’s the case, this guy in front of you is not simple.

Wendy seemed to notice that there were two more people left here.

It feels familiar.

Frowning slightly, he thought about it, and suddenly remembered what happened before.

“You are…”

“The one who scared Twalin away at that time, right?”