Chapter 50 The Strange Poet.
Chapter 50 The Strange Poet.
Qin. You're back? Thank you so much for your help. The elemental cycle outside the city has finally stabilized. The aftermath of the Stormterror's attack has temporarily subsided. However, the pressure from the mission has reached a point where it can no longer be ignored.
The diplomatic mission was from Liyue Harbor. Or from Inazuma. Neither was a diplomatic mission from Winterfall. It was from one of the Seven Kingdoms. A nation that worships the Ice God. Their envoy had a special name: the Fatui. Wasn't that the name Yu Lai mentioned just now?
I have something important to tell you. Let's go back to the Knights' headquarters; let's not talk about important things here. It looks like a crystal. Lisa, can you analyze its structure? Hmm, let me see. We can see some impurities inside the crystal. We can't tell what it is yet. I know. Yu Lai, how did you know? Don't interrupt, Paimon. This is Dvalin's tear. Or simply a teardrop.
Sweetie. How did you know? Yueyao knew too. Yeah, I knew too. I just didn't say anything. Didn't you see Ying's tears then? I didn't see them. Is that so?
But I don't know what the magazine inside those tears is. What is it? And the filth within it repels my Eye of God. It feels very bad to me. But Ying, don't you know how to use wind elemental power? You don't feel anything? No.
So, let's leave this crystal to the little cutie. Hehe, why do you call everyone "little cutie"? What's wrong, are you jealous? I'm not jealous. I'm just speechless. I'm leaving.
Wait, what's wrong, Master Jean? I have a gift for you. I'm appointing you as Honorary Knights. Is that a title like the Spark Knights? Yes.
I remember now. There's something else we haven't talked about. Strange teardrops. A dragon. And a poet. I remember now. The one in the green hat. The boy?
He's green just like that guy downstairs. Yu Lai looks like the same person from before. Hurry and catch up with him! The green guy has disappeared; Ying, quickly use Elemental Vision to catch him!
Oh dear, he runs really fast. I finally caught up with him.
The story I tell begins in ancient times, when the gods still roamed the earth, and a sky dragon descended from the heavens, full of curiosity about everything. I sought my own answers, yet could not comprehend the complexities of the city. The Wind Singer played his harp. The Sky Harp answered him one by one. The dragon was merely a curious child. He simply flew carefree until this day. He listened to poetry. He wanted to hear songs. To let all things understand his heart. The Singer and the dragon became legends. The Dark Ages followed. At this time, the Lion's Fang decayed. The eagles did not soar. Another evil dragon then attacked Mondstadt. Suffering was the shadow cast over the cathedral. Sighs were woven by poets anew. The Sky Dragon answered the call. In the storm, he fought the evil dragon to the death. A fierce battle. Your Highness the Sky Dragon, the evil dragon's poisonous blood. He fell into a deep sleep. Many years later, no one recognized him when he was resurrected. People now, why did you take my life? The Sky Harp did not speak. Anger and sorrow. Life and poisonous blood together. Tears fell like rain from the corner of the longan tree. Poetry fell silent. Corruption easily failed. The lyre of the sky, however, could no longer speak.
"Who are you? Oh, you're the ones who scared Dvalin away back then. Who's Dvalin? Paimon, you're so dense. He's the Guardian of the Four Winds. The Dragon of the East. Paimon just suddenly forgot. Wait a minute! Don't they all call him Stormterror? Why do you call him that? Are you two close? Hmph, guess. I feel like this guy is weird. I feel like he's unreliable. I'm Venti the Bard. The reigning champion Bard of the Three Realms."
What do you want with me? Since you all recognize us, we don't need to explain. It's about Stormterror, of course. Hmm. Hey, don't pretend to have amnesia so suddenly. Can you show him the teardrop? Hmm, when was the crystal purified? I also have an inland mirror here, could you try purifying it? I'll try.
It's a truly magical power. Someone like you should be celebrated by bards. Excuse me then. Hey, where are you going? To the Symbol of Mondstadt Heroes.
The symbol of Mondstadt's heroes. It must be that big tree, right? Yes, that's it. Let's hurry and catch up with him.
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