Thank you for the invitation. He's in heaven now, he's become God.

"As long as it's to protect Mondstadt,"

When faced with Qin's question, it was Barbara, who seemed to have the most gentle personality, who was the first to speak.

"No danger is to be feared!"

"To protect Mondstadt and everyone who lives in Mondstadt,"

Noelle followed closely behind.

"The Stormterror must be defeated!"

Afterwards, the remaining people also expressed their thoughts, which were not much different from what the two girls had said.

Seeing this, even the usually indifferent Diluc couldn't help but let a faint smile creep onto his lips.

Although he disliked the weakness of the Knights of Favonius, he couldn't bring himself to dislike any of the people present.

Thinking this, Diluc suddenly glanced at a certain Ice-Crossing True Monarch.

Hmm, this one is pending!

After receiving everyone's answers, Qin finally dispelled the last trace of hesitation in her heart.

However, just as she was preparing to lead everyone on a journey to defeat Stormterror...

"Wait a moment!"

A boy wearing a green hat suddenly called out to the group.

"Um, I heard you're going to hunt down Stormterror, right?"

He walked over to Qin and regulated his somewhat disordered breathing.

"How about I join too?"

"you are?"

Qin looked at the boy who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her expression puzzled.

"My name is Wendy,"

In response to Jean's question, Wendy smiled and said this.

"He is a bard, and also..."

He showed off the emerald green Eye of God at his waist.

Well, it should be described as a glass ball that looks almost identical to the Eye of God.

"Slaying Stormterror must be very dangerous, right? More combat power means more security!"

"Furthermore, I have a way to communicate with Teva... and Stormterror."

"perhaps……"

"...Perhaps we can resolve this peacefully!"

In the end, a somewhat eccentric bard was added to the team that was going to hunt down Stormterror.

After all, just as Wendy said, more combat power means more security.

Stormterror was one of the Four Winds Guardians of Mondstadt, a top-tier elemental creature, and should not be underestimated in the slightest.

Moreover, Venti also mentioned that he can communicate with Stormterror.

If this matter can be resolved peacefully, that would be the best outcome!

Chapter 63: Do you understand the Wind God or do I understand the Wind God?

After organizing the team to hunt down Stormterror, the group headed together to their target – the Stormterror Ruins.

According to information obtained by the Knights, after many years, the Stormterror reappeared and used an ancient ruin as its lair.

The objective of this expedition is to reach those ruins, to subdue the dragon that has turned its back on the east wind, and to dispel the shadow that has been hanging over Mondstadt for some time.

Of course, if the matter could be resolved peacefully, as suggested by a seemingly unreliable bard who suddenly appeared, the group would naturally be happy to see it.

After all, Stormterror was one of the "Guardians of the Four Winds" in the past, and the group did not really want to harm it unless absolutely necessary.

As the bard in the green hat followed the expeditionary force, looking at the leader of the harem standing at the front, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I guess I managed to sneak in...

In fact, he also wanted to do what he had done before, to stand aside and watch the Mondstadt people solve Mondstadt's problems themselves.

Intervention and assistance should only be provided at critical moments.

However, the fact that Stormterror had previously wreaked havoc in Mondstadt and nearly killed Amber served as a wake-up call for him.

This matter has already exceeded his control. If he continues to stand by as before, he may not be able to intervene when necessary.

Therefore, it's safer to stick with the main group.

This time, he'll probably be plucking his guitar strings again after a long absence...

Thinking this, Wendy turned her gaze away from Jean, but couldn't help glancing at Yawey beside her.

Having this foreign god, who seems to have goodwill towards Mondstadt, with the traveler should have been a more reassuring thing.

But he couldn't relax when he thought about what happened yesterday!

He hadn't forgotten who the culprit was who had caused him to be detained by the angel's gift and almost missed the expedition.

It's worth noting that dandelion wine is a specialty of Mondstadt and is quite expensive.

He dared to order such expensive wine because someone was treating him.

Unexpectedly, Yawei drank half of his drink and left without paying.

This has left him heavily in debt, and he's even been forced to work to pay it off by the "gift from the angels." It's estimated that he won't be able to afford alcohol for a while!

Even with Wendy's gentle nature, it's still somewhat...

Noticing that Yahweh glanced in his direction because of his gaze, Wendy immediately looked away as well.

Forget it, it's more important to deal with Tvalin's matter first.

However, Yahweh, this god from another land, seems even more unreliable than him!

I don't know whether traveling with him this time will be a blessing or a curse.

As for Yahweh, he didn't pay much attention to this wind god who liked to slack off.

Although he was very interested in the battle between the wind god and his familiars that might take place later, he was more interested in someone else right now.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Looking at the boy walking beside her, Barbara felt inexplicably nervous, knowing his true identity.

"There's no need to be so restrained,"

However, Yahweh's gentle voice eased her mind slightly.

"Just call me as before."

"Barbara, what have you thought about what I told you last night?"

"Eh?"

Barbara hadn't expected Yahweh to bring up the topic again, and her expression stiffened slightly.

"...Barbara is deeply honored by His Majesty Yahweh's favor."

However, after just one night, she had already made up her mind about what she wanted to do.

"However, Barbara is a follower of Lord Barbatos, the god of wind, and it is impossible for her to change her faith."

After saying these words, Barbara couldn't help but steal a glance at Yahweh, her heart pounding with nervousness.

After all, she had rejected a god!

If this angers him...

Barbara only hoped that Yahweh would blame her alone, and not take it out on Mond.

"I see... then there's nothing we can do."

However, Yahweh's smile remained unchanged, as if he didn't care at all.

"Barbatos, that slacker, is really lucky to have such a devout believer!"

In fact, Yahweh extended an olive branch to Barbara simply because he found it interesting and it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Yahweh was actually more interested in how Barbara would choose to respond to his proposal than in Barbara's qualifications.

"The slacker... Barbatos wanted to create a free city-state where no one was king, which is why he didn't personally rule over anything in Mondstadt."

Yahweh's gentle attitude was indeed beyond Barbara's expectations.

It turns out that the gods weren't as terrifying as she had imagined!

At least Yahweh is.

Just as she had previously remembered, he seemed like a gentle elder.

The simple-minded pastor unconsciously relaxed, and even her attitude towards Yahweh became much more approachable.

"However, Mr. Yahweh...do you know Lord Barbatos?"

Barbara looked at Yahweh and asked this question with some curiosity.

We've met once before!

Faced with Barbara's question, Yahweh glanced at Wendy beside him and nodded slightly.

"I had a drink with him at the pub, that guy..."

"...It seems like as long as there's alcohol to drink, you don't care about anything else, right?"

"It seems like he was like this before, slacking off every day, and going to the bar to drink whenever he made a little money."

"Eh? Mr. Yahweh, I already told you not to utter such slanderous words to Lord Barbatos..."

Upon hearing Yahweh's words, Barbara puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking exceptionally adorable.

As a pastor of the Church of the West Wind, how could she believe that the god she worshipped was a drunkard and a slacker?