Genshin Impact: The Beginning of the Wind

Thinking of this, the stragglers couldn't help but look at the slightly disheveled poet—this was the so-called Wind God who hadn't been seen for a thousand years.

No matter how you look at it, he's much better than that woman!

"Cough cough! Although she's a poor child, her actions were really rough!"

Wendy, who had finally come to his senses, coughed twice, but his cough sounded so energetic that anyone could tell he was perfectly fine.

"This wasn't originally your business, but you insisted on taking over, and now you're complaining?"

Faced with the overly lively Wendy, Su Feng mercilessly began to complain—this wind god is good in every way, but most of the time he really behaves inhumanly. If no one is to discipline him, he might really cause a lot of trouble.

"Hey!"

Venti responded to Su Feng's complaints with his usual methods, but his expression stiffened when he saw the Mondstadt crowd watching him and the accompanying skirmishers.

"Ahem! Are you all planning to support me, the best bard in Teyvat? If so, I wouldn't mind performing my latest piece for you all!"

"For example, 'Children of the Wind: The Clash Between the New and the Old'?"

"I guarantee this is absolutely a pretty good poem!"

There was no way Wendy would feel awkward. Although she was suddenly surrounded by onlookers, she quickly composed herself and then offended two people with a single sentence—no, she should say two members of the Wind God's familiar.

"..."

When Su Feng and Tvalin fell silent almost simultaneously, everyone present involuntarily held their breath. Even the gentle breeze that had been swirling around seemed to fall into a deathly stillness at this moment.

"..."

"Perhaps we need to have a serious talk—Barbatos, you come here!"

Breaking the already unbearable silence was Dvalin. He temporarily ignored everyone else present, then stood up and lifted Wendy onto his massive dragon claw, quickly flying into the air.

Only after the dragon's voice disappeared into the clouds under everyone's watchful eyes did they vaguely hear the dragon's roar coming from the high heavens.

"Barbatos, what the hell are you doing?!"

Yes, today the Wind God and his retinue are as harmonious and loving as ever!

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Warning to the Scatterers

While Wendy was being captured by her own dragon and was about to be taught a lesson, Su Feng put his hands above his eyes with great interest, gazing into the distance as if he were enjoying the sight of his boss in such a sorry state.

After seeing how unreliable both her gods and their retinues were, Jean really wanted to sigh, but considering that her gods and retinues had recently risked their lives to save the entire Mondstadt, she could only swallow her lament again.

Well, my boss has already done enough. Let's just consider this the freedom of the wind. After all, this is the norm in Mondstadt, isn't it?

With this thought in mind, Qin calmed herself down a bit before looking seriously at the stragglers who were still staring at the last remaining Cecilia flower of the lady.

"Lord Sanbing, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"Regarding why you appeared in Mondstadt without anyone knowing—I think you should be aware of how sensitive other countries are about your identity as an Executor of the Fatui, right?"

The zither's voice was solemn and imposing, as if it were preparing to settle scores with the stragglers for their crime of trespassing into another country's territory without prior notice.

"Tch, what a meaningless warning. Do you think you can stop me from going wherever I want?"

However, the skirmishers were quite dismissive of Qin's warnings, and didn't even take Qin, the acting commander, seriously.

If Su Feng hadn't been standing next to the scattered soldiers, this guy might have dared to attack Qin directly—even if it didn't kill anyone, he definitely wouldn't mind making the people present look bad or even getting injured!

Such a terrible response naturally provoked the anger of the Mondstadt players. Even Jean, who is usually very rational, was now considering having everyone rush in and take down the skirmisher first.

The skirmishers are indeed very strong, but Mondstadt's honor and rights must never be insulted. Even though Mondstadt is currently in a weak state, it does not mean that the Knights of Favonius have truly lost their claws!

"I think you'd better behave yourself—not everyone will let you off the hook because of Thor, and besides, you're not that important. We've already lost one lady, so I don't think Zhi Dong would mind losing another stragglers!"

However, at this moment, Su Feng suddenly interrupted their conversation. He casually warned Sanbing, a guy with a bad temper. He knew very well how difficult Sanbing was, who felt he had been betrayed many times. If he were allowed to act recklessly, who knew what kind of trouble he would cause.

The stragglers are really daring. If we don't teach this guy a lesson, who knows if he'll turn the whole of Mondstadt upside down?

"Humph!"

"I never needed that guy's protection!"

"Do you want to die? You lackey of the gods!"

Perhaps it was because Su Feng's words had indeed touched a nerve with the Scattered Soldier. Even though he knew that the gap between him and Su Feng was quite large, he still glared angrily at Su Feng, who dared to mention his creator, without hesitation. The faint lightning power surrounding him also indicated that the Scattered Soldier was really planning to make a move.

"It doesn't matter what you think, but the mark that person left on you is one you can never erase."

“I have no intention of delving into what you’re thinking, but I must warn you here—it’s no joke that I’m watching your every move in Mondstadt.”

"Remember, you are nothing but a weakling in my eyes. Since you are a weakling, you should act like one."

Su Feng gave this warning to the stragglers with a blank expression.

At the same time, along with his warning, a violent gust of wind also surrounded the skirmisher. The terrifying power, which seemed capable of tearing the skirmisher to shreds at any moment, clearly showed the extent of the gap between the two.

"Humph!"

"I'll remember this day. You'll pay for it sooner or later!"

The soldier's face was horribly pale, but he wasn't really stupid, so he held back. Or rather, he had no other choice but to endure it. Even so, he still uttered a harsh remark and then turned to leave.

"Afterwards, the official document appointing me as the successor to the Lady as the Winter's Messenger will be sent to the Knights of Favonius."

"Little birds protected by the wings of the gods, we will have many more opportunities to get to know each other in the future!"

Before leaving, Sanbing offered Qin a weak and feeble explanation, then turned and left without looking back—it seems that after being humiliated by Su Feng, he planned to temporarily vent his anger on Qin.

The announcement was practically a declaration of war; it would be a miracle if the skirmishers stayed put after that.

"Looks like we're in for some trouble!"

Qin didn't take the threat of the skirmishers to heart, but this envoy, who seemed even more troublesome than the lady, gave Qin quite a headache. After all, as long as the other party didn't break off relations first, the two sides could only pretend to be friendly. But judging from the skirmishers' appearance, they didn't seem like they would behave as envoys obediently.

In other words, for quite some time to come, these Winter Solstice envoys will probably be frantically increasing the strength of the harp!

Just thinking about this makes Qin feel like she has no strength left in her body.

"Hoo~ Divine Familiar, we are sorry to need you to stand up for us. This is the fault of the Knights of Favonius."

After struggling to regain her composure, Qin finally had time to thank Su Feng again.

“Your current strength is indeed lacking. You are nothing more than a puppet created by a god. If even such an opponent requires me or Barbatos to take action, then Mondstadt is truly in danger.”

"Freedom and poetry alone cannot protect Mondstadt."

Su Feng also didn't hold back in criticizing the Knights of the West for their usual laxity—although these knights would risk their lives in times of great danger, this couldn't mask their low level of training and overall weakness.

Perhaps the only saving grace is that Mondstadt's high-end combat power hasn't declined, so it can still barely maintain its strength.

However, a country cannot rely solely on high-end combat power; the overall strength of the Knights of Favonius must be improved.

"..."

"Yes, I am well aware of that. Although the Grand Master did take most of the fighting force on an expedition, the knights who remained behind have indeed become lax."

"I will handle this matter properly!"

After a while, Qin also decisively admitted the Knights' laxity. In any case, it was indeed a fact that they had been bullied by the two successive Winter Envoys. If the Knights had any spirit, they should have thought about standing up again.

Moreover, Qin also thought of the catastrophe that Su Feng had mentioned before, which could sweep across the entire Teyvat.

If the Knights of Favonius remain as they are now, how will they protect the people of Mondstadt in the future?

Must we still rely on the protection of the gods?

Therefore, starting today, the Knights of Favonius must once again enhance their strength!

Chapter Thirty-Four: Arguments and Discussions in the Midst of Winter

"..."

"Sinora is dead!"

An aged voice echoed in the somewhat dimly lit conference room as the clown announced Rosalyn's death. However, the expressions of the executives who were suddenly informed of their colleague's death did not change much.

This alone shows just how distant the relationships between the Fools' executives have become.

"That crazy woman is dead after all, so who killed her? If I could, I'd like to challenge them."

As a true martial arts fanatic, after expressing a little remembrance of his colleague in his heart, D'Artagnan decisively raised his question.

He didn't want to avenge the woman; he simply wanted to challenge a stronger opponent.

"A foolish and meaningless fighting spirit. At least Sinora returned the Heart of the Wind God before she died. What can you gain by challenging the Wind God now?"

"To reduce the already stretched pool of executives by one more?"

However, D'Ottore had barely finished speaking when he was met with a sneer. He had always looked down on D'Ottore's type of martial arts fanatics. In his eyes, D'Ottore was both weak and stupid, and Rosalind was no better.

The only thing worth noting is that these two can basically be considered 'high-quality material that can't be ruined for the time being' in the Dotore. Now that Rosalind has died because of challenging the Wind God, it is something that Dotore can feel a little sorry about.

But it's only a little bit.

"You want to fight, buddy?"

Faced with such blatant provocation from Dottore, how could Dattaria possibly hold back? If it weren't for the fact that this was a large meeting of almost all the executives, he might have already pulled out his knife and prepared to have a serious talk with Dottore.

Well, the most likely outcome is that D'Artagnan will get completely thrashed by D'Artagnan.

"There's no need for this argument. Let's get down to business. I have a lot of things to take care of and don't have time to waste with you guys."

D'Artagnan's commotion didn't attract much attention. After all, as the last seat holder, he was still too young. If he had grown a bit more, he might have caught the attention of the others present. Unfortunately, D'Artagnan didn't yet have the ability to make everyone notice him.

Therefore, Pantalone decisively chose to shut Dadtaglia up.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?! And the little bit of Mora you've been messing around with is comparable to one of our colleagues? That's a bit too cold-blooded!"

D'Artagnan didn't care much about his colleagues' opinions, but he was still very dissatisfied when he heard Pantalone's truly cold-blooded words. However, Pantalone only showed a smile in response to D'Artagnan's sarcasm.

"Then where did the enormous expenses you submitted in Liyue come from? If it weren't for me, this 'despicable banker,' providing you with ample funding in every aspect, could you have completed the task so easily?"

Pantalone's mocking and sarcastic expression was quite infuriating, but after hearing his words, the usually impetuous Tartaglia unexpectedly seemed a little embarrassed—even if he didn't care much about expenses, he knew exactly how much money he had spent in Liyue recently.

And this money was clearly saved by Pantalone for the winter.

"Ahem! This is a necessary expense. You should know how difficult it is to find a scholar in Liyue who is practically omniscient—Liyue's history is too complicated and obscure. Without the help of a scholar of this caliber, we will find it difficult to make progress in many areas of Liyue."

Although it was just an excuse to gloss over the matter, Tartaglia still seemed a bit unsure of himself when he said it. Fortunately, Pantarone knew exactly how difficult Liyue was to deal with, so after telling Tartaglia to shut up, he didn't say anything more.

"Sinora's departure is indeed a pity. Considering her contributions to Winter... perhaps a half-day work stoppage is warranted!"