Chapter 20

Human mistakes did exacerbate this anger, but its initial hatred was definitely not because people stopped offering sacrifices to the Guardian of the Four Winds."

Venti shook his head: "That's not hatred born naturally, but the product of corrosion."

"Corrosion?" these words made Paimon and Lumine feel bad.

Venti looked to the east: "It was the black blood that flowed into his heart tormenting him, making him restless for many years of sleep."

"Get up gas?" Summer blurted out.

There is no better word for this situation.

"Pfft—" Venti burst out laughing: "This explanation is very novel, but I think this is definitely not his original intention. Because of this restlessness, his spirit will be corroded by the curse of the Abyss Mage."

"Abyss Mage?"

In the face of Lumine's question, Summer continued to act as a commentator:

"The abyss Order organized by Inhumans is an organization that is hostile to humans. At present, it is impossible to determine their origins, only that they have deep malice towards the human world."

"Those hilichurls in the wilderness will also obey their commands and become their weapons."

Venti nodded: "Before I came here, I, like Dvalin, were corrupted by a curse."

"However, where we are now is where the wind converges. Everything about Mondstadt can be felt here, and there is a smell that I like."

Venti embraced the harp in his arms and gave Lumine the poet's etiquette:

"And with you, I can remove the toxins from my body just like purifying the dragon's tears."

"Dvalin is cursed after the battle, so how did you get poisoned?"

Paimon pressed her forehead, unable to imagine the scene after thinking about it.

"That's because I tried to communicate with Dvalin before, but was... um... interrupted."

Venti said with a wicked smile: "Not only did he fail to exorcise the curse for Dvalin, but he was eroded by the poison of the abyss order instead!"

"The reason is that we..."

Lumine was about to apologize, but Paimon immediately distanced herself: "Isn't it is because of this Lustful cannibal? It was he who was out of breath and alarmed Stormterror!"

Recalling the plot, the culprit is indeed himself, there is no excuse for this.

but-

"Lustful? Hey! When did this prefix get added? It's easy to be misunderstood!"

Regarding this point, it must be explained well, otherwise, with the name of lasciviousness, how will you get along in the future?

Paimon has evidence: "You just took advantage of the chaos to hold Lumine secretly, don't think I didn't see it!"

Lumine: "Paimon..."

"Ehhh? Don't change the subject! It's so lewd, I'll discuss it later..."

Seeing that she was about to be excluded from the conversation, Venti quickly pulled back:

"You interrupted my conversation with Dvalin, and you also let me be eroded by poison. You have to make amends, right?"

He is really humble enough.

"I have a plan that can save Dvalin. If you want to know more, come to the Favonius Cathedral together!"

"Favonius Cathedral? What do you want to do there?"

"Go get the Holy Lyre der Himmel!"

Before he could ask the reason, the bard had already set off.

Of course, the most important thing is to solve the Stormterror.

Paimon and Summer had a temporary truce and followed them together.

…

The Favonius Cathedral is right in front of the square, which is much closer than going back and forth.

"You are so slow!"

Venti waits in unobtrusive shadows.

Probably, this god is stronger than ordinary people because of how fast he runs.

For the first time so close to the church, Paimon looked up and almost fainted:

"Is the lyre you're talking about is the treasure of Mondstadt? The Holy Lyre der Himmel that played by the God of wind, Barbatos, right?"

This treasure was introduced in the Mondstadt tour guide given by Amber before, and Paimon memorized almost the entire guide in order to find delicious food.

"That's right." Venti nodded affirmatively: "As long as I have the lyre, I can recall the true nature of Dvalin from the nightmare."

"Talking about a tune and singing a song can stop Stormterror?"

In the face of Paimon's questioning, Venti proudly praised himself:

"Of course, I am the best bard in the world."

"Past, future, and present, there is no song that I don't know."

"Look into my eyes, don't you think I'm very trustworthy?"

As he spoke, he deliberately blinked his eyes and even squeezed out two tears to make his eyes purer.

Summer said, "The endless green is the most trustworthy color in my hometown."

"No, no, that's not the problem..." Paimon shook his body: "How could the Cathedral easily hand over the Mondstadt's Treasure to an unknown minstrel?"

"Watch me!"

Venti gave everyone a mysterious smile, and then pushed open the door of the cathedral.

The sun shines from the stained glass on both sides, reflecting each other with the bright yellow light all day long, giving people an incredible dream.

The distant and elegant music makes every citizen feel comfortable.

A masked messenger of Faatui stood at the door, looking at every devout believer who came in and out.

Venti came to the nun in white:

"Hello! Sister nun."

A good posture, elegant manners, and polite actions can probably capture the goodwill of many people.

The nun replied with a smile: "May the God of wind bless you, young bard, what's the matter?"

"Actually, I have a secret that can rescue the crisis encountered by Mondstadt City."

Gotelinde the nun's mood was still stable: "That is really a blessing from the wind god, but this matter should be reported to the Knights. How can an irrelevant nun like me help you?"

"Hehehe, big sister, of course, you have something to help you..."

Wendy took a small step closer and slowly probed:

"For example... the Holy Lyre der Himmel, with its power, I can make Stormterror—"

"Please come back!" Gotelinde shook her head firmly.

"Eh?"

"Although that dragon is very ferocious, as long as the acting head makes up his mind, there is no reason why it cannot be defeated."

Venti hurriedly stopped: "That won't work, wouldn't the Stormterror die then?"

"The foolish beast who deviates from the east wind, even if the God of Wind deity comes, he will not easily forgive him."

Thinking of the disaster that the Stormterror had on Mondstadt, Gotelinde was inevitably a little excited and immediately recited the prayers to calm her emotions.

"Well, that, that, big sister..."

Venti stood on tiptoe as close as possible, then blinked his clear eyes, his coquettish tone was really unbearable.

Being called a big sister by such a child, Gotlinde felt an incredible joy in her heart.

Her face became gentle, and there was even a kind of joy that she couldn't hold back, but she quickly corrected his attitude.

"No, no, no, little bard!"

Venti sighed helplessly.

"I can't help it, it seems that I can't hide it anymore!"

Venti spread his hands, raised his head, his eyes became noble and indifferent:

"My devout believer, rejoice! In front of you is the wind God Barbatos himself..."

"Are you shocked, are you so shocked that you want to cry, how is it that you finally see the God you serve? Very touched, right?"

Lumine and Paimon were at a loss, while Summer, who was next to them, quickly covered his uncontrollable smile.

Summer whispered:

"You don't even have special effects. How can people believe that you are a god! Come to me to work and earn money first, and then hire a special effects artist!"