When Phoenix , the God of Wind and Fire,

found Bennett, the white-haired young adventurer was lying on the roadside sleeping soundly, smacking his lips from time to time, and not knowing what delicious food he was eating in his dream.

"Sir Bennett, it's time for us to leave." Phoenix woke up Bennett and said, "There seems to be a special ingredient in the ruins. You have been asleep for a long time."

Bennett sat up in a daze and rubbed his hands. Eyes, "I'm okay, are you okay?"

Phoenix shook his head, and while Bennett was still awake, he hurriedly said, "Let's go back and go find a doctor."

Bennett muttered, "It's okay, it's okay . , I'm just a little sleepy."

After finally sending Bennett back, Phoenix turned and walked into Angel's Gift. The bard had been waiting for him for a long time, and there were many wine bottles piled on the counter in front of him.

"It's Mondstadt who owes them." The bard spoke abruptly and whispered, his hazy eyes reflecting the dancing firelight.

Phoenix picked up the grape juice that Diluc handed him. The cold wall of the cup pressed against his skin, absorbing the heat from his palm.

The red-haired tavern owner thoughtfully returned to the bar, looking indifferent to their conversation.

"Even if it is a choice made from the heart, why should there be any debt?"

Phoenix took a sip of grape juice and squinted his eyes with satisfaction. The birds woven with golden threads in his hair reflected the shimmer of light as the god's head shook, as if the next second Will ride on the wind and fly away.

The bard was lying on the table, with the empty wine glass in hand, and seemed to be asleep.

Even though the former wind elf has now become the wind god, he rarely shows the majesty of the god. He is as gentle and lively as the wind in Mondstadt.

When Phoenix was still in power, whenever the wind god Barbatos woke up, Qianfeng would always send a message immediately, a wisp of fragrance from the Cecilia flower, a fluttering dandelion, and a sweet apple. The fruity aroma...

that is what Phoenix looks forward to day and night on the bored throne. The priests will always eagerly take out the bags that have been prepared long ago, push the gods to send him out of Nata, and tell him that he can have more Play outside for a few days and then come back.

They live a very happy life, and this happiness is inseparable from the gods on the throne. Therefore, they always hope that the gods will be happier.

Therefore, even though they occasionally complained about the God of Wind who misled the God of Fire, they were still grateful to him in their hearts. Whether it was from the bottom of their hearts or because they loved each other, at least when Mondstadt asked for help, none of them flinched.

There is no need to fear death or getting lost. Their gods will definitely take them home, but they will have to wait a little longer.

Mondstadt has the freedom of being a godless place that belongs to Mondstadt. The people of Nata just look at it from a distance and don't feel envious, because this is just a variety of happiness.

"Mr. Amberlet, Mr. Wendy's wine totals 340,000 molars." Diluc reported a number calmly, looking at the seemingly drunk Fengshen with little respect in his eyes.

According to his father's instructions, no matter how much Mr. Arvid Amberlet spent in Mondstadt, he would charge it to the account of the Morningside Winery.

Look at other people's gods, and then look at your own wine, there is always a winery owner who is mad at the bard who can't pay the bill.

Phoenix showed a bright smile and said briskly: "It's better to leave him here to play the piano and perform as an entertainer to pay off the debt. Just give him two apples every day."

"Eh? How cruel!" The bard sat up straight in an instant. , hooked Phoenix's neck with dissatisfaction, and looked at the expressionless tavern owner flatteringly.

"Master Diluc, you shouldn't be so cruel..."

Diluc sneered and glanced meaningfully at the soft Wind God and the helpless Vulcan. In the bard's increasingly stiff smile, He reluctantly nodded and said, "It won't happen again, Mondstadt's best bard."

As for what will happen next time, who knows?

"Are you really not angry? Really? You should be a little bit." The bard asked in a low voice, grabbing Phoenix's neck, looking guilty.

Phoenix walked discreetly, carrying the bard who refused to walk by himself. He endured someone's thoughts and said helplessly: "You too, and so do those guys. Do you have some misunderstandings about my character? Why on earth do I Are you angry?"

He was really confused. He was obviously very close to the people. Every time the people said they wanted to hold a celebration, he would help them think of a theme and dance with them. He has attended every government gathering normally, and has said every time that he respects the people's choice. Why do you think he will be angry because the people choose to sacrifice themselves?

The bard said with a smile: "Because Phoenix is ​​a very gentle and selfless god, anger can be regarded as a manifestation of caring."

"Huh?" Phoenix glanced at his old friend lying on his back, unable to understand his expression Talking nonsense, he said: "I'm gentle? What nonsense are you talking about? Can ordinary wine make the God of Wind drunk?"

The bard exclaimed, hugged his friend's neck and stopped moving. We all know that he won't be drunk, but we still agree to carry him on his back, and say that he is not gentle and has a tough mouth. There is no cuteness at all.

The traveler planned to explore Longji Snow Mountain again, and in order to avoid the embarrassing situation of being buried before, he found a companion this time!

"Please, Jedidiah." The traveler looked pitifully at the white-haired alchemist holding the test tube, clasping his hands.

Jedidiya glanced at the test tube in his hand awkwardly and nodded with difficulty, "Okay, but I have to tell Albedo."

"Long live!" Paimon cheered.

Abedo's laboratory was on the other side of the corridor, and when they found him, the experiment had just come to an end.

"What's the matter, Jedidiya?" Abedo looked at his brother who rarely came to him, and he was in a very good mood.

His brother was a very talented alchemist, even much better than him.

Jedidiah smiled and said: "It's a traveler. He and Paimon want to invite me to adventure in the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain."

Albedo was a little worried, although Mr. Amberlet's help was used to isolate Dulin's heart from the influence. , but after all, there has never been any record of this technique, so he is still a little worried.

"I'll go with you. It's best to call Mr. Amberlet." Abedo said.

"If we can invite Arvid, our trip will be safe." Paimon said loudly with his hands on his hips.

Under the guidance of Jedidiah, the group arrived at the second floor of the Goethe Hotel, outside Phoenix's room. Just as they were about to knock on the wooden door, the travelers suddenly heard some unusual noises.

"Shh..." The traveler made a small gesture and quietly approached the door.

Abedo and Jedidiya looked at each other and followed suit.

"Where's my hat?"

"I don't know, put down my hair crown!"

"Lend it to me. Can I lend you my hat?"

"No... you guy! Give me back my clothes." Give it to me!"

"Don't be so stingy, shall we change?"

"...Shh, there's someone at the door."

Oh no, I was discovered. The traveler and others hurriedly backed away, and the moment they stood still, the door was opened.

"Pfft, I'm sorry, but..." Pamon covered his mouth and hid behind the traveler.

Phoenix looked at everyone with a dark face and said stiffly: "Wait a moment."

The room was in chaos.

Wendy exclaimed and tugged on the loose white robe on her body with satisfaction. A Cecilia flower was pinned between the somewhat messy hair, which compared with the complicated gold ornaments on the layers of clothes. , seems a bit nondescript.

Phoenix was in a worse situation. Wendy's clothes were more cumbersome in appearance than him. The buttons of her shirt were misplaced and slipped loosely. There were no Wendy's usual white strands under her cyan shorts, only two strips of naked stockings. The long legs and the gold ornaments on the ankles. Her soft and fluffy red hair was spread behind her back, and her golden crown was a little crooked.

"How about it? It's pretty good-looking, isn't it?" Wendy opened her arms generously and looked at her old friend with a smile. He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, but it was a pity. It would have been more suitable if it were gold and red.

Wendy: I ​​didn’t expect that it looked like just an ordinary white robe, but it had so many layers inside and out.

Phoenix was not in such a good mood. He angrily picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, including Wendy's clothes, and kicked them up.

"Get out, I'll change clothes."

"Don't be shy... Ouch! How stingy." The bard muttered quietly, looking at the door expectantly. After a while, there was a loud noise, and Phoenix walked out with a dark face.

"Very suitable clothes." The bard's eyes lit up and he commented seriously.

"Ha." Phoenix sneered and opened the door. Isn't it a social death? Who is afraid of whom? Isn't it just a uniform? It seems like no one has worn it before, isn't it...

"Father...Father." Jedidiah looked at the God of Fire who was shorter than him in front of him, with a strange blush on his face.

"Ah, what do you want from me?" Phoenix pretended to be calm, but in fact he had the intention to kill the wind elf. Now his image was completely ruined.

Abedo slowly looked away and began to seriously think about whether Diluc was from Mondstadt and whether he had a brother.