Genshin Impact: The Recorder of All Things

Her favorite is "Wind, Courage and Wings," which she quite liked when Zhong Gui told the story.

Paimon: "This sword is neither glorious nor courageous..."

Amber: "But, Paimon, this story is true!"

Ying nodded. "Never lose your courage!"

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"With the help of the brave knight of honor, they found a barrel lid with hoops attached."

"This series of changes also made the young adventurer suspicious. There were wine stains on the 'shield,' as if it had been casually taken off a wine barrel... Could it be fake?"

"It's my bard's intuition, and it's the 'Shield of Radiant Will.' The poet has given his honest guarantee!"

"A warrior takes pride in the scars on his body, and so does his shield. The more intact a shield is, the more it indicates that it has been far removed from the battlefield; the wear and tear on a shield is proof that it has been through countless battles."

Even if your body is broken, you must fight on the battlefield to the last moment, until you bleed the last drop of blood.

After saying this, the poet looked at the young adventurer with a profound expression, as if to say: Isn't such will precious?

In the private room, Qin sighed.

"Courage and willpower...that's the key to success!"

"I've made up my mind, I'll cooperate with Liyue!"

Lisa: "Why the sudden decision?"

"It wasn't entirely sudden. Actually, I contacted the Grand Master through special channels, and he told me that there would be a major upheaval in the future, at which time the seven kingdoms might..."

Qin stopped playing and fell silent, and the other three pretended not to hear.

Jean: "We don't know if the changes the Grand Master mentioned will happen, but he also said—don't say 80%, 70%, even if it's really calculated according to the contract at 90%, we Mondstadt don't care. We Mondstadt don't lack the courage to develop. We must believe in ourselves. We can catch up with the other side."

"If we disagree, they will continue to develop, and we in Mondstadt will gain nothing. But if we agree to their proposal, at least we'll get a ticket to the game. Falling behind isn't scary; what's scary is not even having a chance to catch up."

"The Grand Master also said that Mondstadt is still too rigid, and even the Knights of Favonius are hampered in various ways." As she said this, she "secretly" glanced at Diluc. "So now we need something new and emerging to stimulate this great nation, to make it regain its courage and start blowing like a windmill again."

"Building a new Mondstadt from the ruins and reclaiming lost freedom from the old nobles, the people of Mondstadt are not lacking in courage. Now let's use the strength of Liyue to provoke it."

"Heh~" Diluc sneered, "It should have been done a long time ago!"

This country has only one goal: to muddle through life. It is slowly decaying from top to bottom and will one day rot in the mud.

Perhaps because of the existence of the wind god, it was hoped that one day it would rise again, but now the god might no longer exist...

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Chapter 233 Zhong Gui (pulling out a rag doll): This is the Wind God!

Finally, Zhong Guiyi slammed the gavel, drawing everyone's attention. Behind him, Wendy began playing soft, melancholic music.

Zhong Gui said softly, "The elderly adventurer lowered his head in pain, and over the years that figure has gradually faded from his mind."

"Now that things have come to this, his memories of the adventure, of that friend... have all become blurred... This is his biggest secret, his greatest fear..."

"Over the years, I've lived for his story, but I can no longer remember his personality or his life."

"The aged adventurer said bitterly: 'The only thing I can't forget is that he died in the windless, desolate Sea of ​​Ashes. The wind can't carry his soul away! I'm old now, and no matter how unwilling I am to let go, I can't hold onto much. I'm so useless, so useless... But an adventurer can't die like that... He can't...'"

"All that's left is helplessness..."

The audience in the tavern couldn't help but sigh in unison, "How sad..."

I thought it was a lighthearted, clown-like story, but it turned out to be a sharp blade hidden deep inside.

This is a tragedy, and all that remains is sighing.

“What a great man!” young Jack exclaimed. “Mr. Stanley, the old adventurer in that story was a truly great man; he had the courage to bear everything!”

“Mr. Stanley? Mr. Stanley? Asleep?” Jack scratched his head. “Never mind, I’ll tell you when you wake up!”

Stanley, slumped over the table, trembled almost imperceptibly. He felt as if the voice was talking about him, even though he had never experienced it himself.

But that no longer matters. To save his vulnerable self, his friend died in a place where his soul cannot rest. He carries on his friend's story with a heavy heart, filled with remorse. As he grows older, he slowly forgets everything about his friend; not only that, he's almost forgotten even his own name...

"Hans Jacquard".

Stanley suddenly stood up, startling Jack and the people around him.

Jack: "Mr. Stanley?"

Stanley, however, stared intently at the storyteller on the stage, the one who had uttered that name.

"In the old age of the former adventurer's sleep, he heard someone calling his former name."

"That voice was so gentle, like a soft breeze caressing him."

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At this moment, the entire tavern was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone subconsciously stopped making any movements, even though their bodies felt very awkward.

They felt they were about to hear some great secret about Mondstadt!

"The aged adventurer slowly raised his head, and what came into view was the face of the bard, the one who had found the sword and shield and whom he had secretly followed all the way."

"A divine light was emanating from the tavern, and a gentle breeze was blowing through it."

"Barbatos, the wind god—he remembers everything about Mondstadt, everyone's name, and everyone's deeds."

The people in the tavern: "..."

"The wind is the sound of longing for something unattainable in the Desolate Sea... An aged adventurer once reached out to touch this faint yet free wind. Only those who have lost it know how precious it is."

"Now the wind fills this space—"

“I…I have always believed in your existence…Hans Alcibold walked toward Barbatos, the god of wind.”

The wind god gently extended his hand to him: "May I have the soul of my old friend?"

"Hans Jacibold hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grasping the wind god's hand. The instant their hands touched, the wind god's appearance transformed into that of the person he knew best—the friend who had not returned from the Sea of ​​Ashes."

"The scars on his face, the resolute eyes... no doubt about it, that's the figure I've been gradually forgetting in my mind."

"The wind... carries away the trapped souls, and brings salvation to people now..."

Zhong Gui's voice fell softly, and the gentle, sorrowful melody of the zither drifted through the air, like a gentle breeze echoing in the tavern...

"Waaaaaah..." After a while, "Stanley" lay on the table and cried bitterly.

No one said anything, because from him onwards, everyone shed tears; some cried with emotion, while others had slightly moist eyes.

Barbara: "Waaaaah~ Lord Barbatos has been secretly protecting us all along... Waaaaah, the Wind God has always been watching over us!"

“It’s just a story,” Rosalia said. “Boring…”

She looked at Wendy playing the piano with slightly moist eyes. Perhaps that story really did exist...

"I've always believed in your existence!"

"The wind god is truly protecting Mondstadt."

"He remembers everything about Mondstadt, everyone's name, and everyone's deeds."

"Lord Barbatos is indeed a benevolent god."

"The great Lord Barbatos has been secretly protecting us Mondstadt all along! Praise be to you, Lord Barbatos!"

In the private room.

Qin clasped her hands together and silently prayed in the direction of Wendy downstairs.

Lisa picked up her pen and began to write down the story she had just heard.

Kaia peeked at Wendy through the crack in the window. "I never knew he'd done something like that."

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Diluc: "That's normal. After all these years, nobody knows how much this guy who has been hiding his god identity has done."

At this moment, Diluc also looked at Venti gently. He thought that this kind of wind god was really good. He had helped Mondstadt many times, but never left behind any legend of the wind god. He allowed Mondstadt to grow up in an environment without gods. He was indeed worthy of being the god that Diluc believed in.

Diluc suddenly frowned. "Something's not right."

Kaiya: "Hmm?"

Diluc: "He hasn't finished speaking yet!"

Lisa: "There can't be anything even more exciting, right?"

Today's trip was worthwhile; the library will have many new books.

In a corner on the first floor, Rosalia nudged Barbara, "Don't cry, listen to the whole thing before you cry."

"You've heard enough? It's not over yet?" Barbara wiped away her tears and looked at Zhong Gui.

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Zhong Gui: "But the honorary knight and the poet were sitting on the palm of the great statue. The poet looked into the distance and said in a low voice: 'Ah, how nostalgic. The first time I saw the scenery here, I didn't look like this.'"

"The honorary knight was curious, what does it mean if it's not this appearance?"

"The poet said: About 2,600 years ago, the world was not yet divided among the seven gods. At that time, Old Mondstadt was surrounded by a hurricane blown by a tyrant, and even birds could not pass through."

"As everyone here knows, there was no freedom in Old Mondstadt back then. Even now, when we go to the North, we can still see the ruins of what was once Old Mondstadt."

"In those ruins once dwelled a tyrant of wind, the 'Devil of Tornadoes,' Dekarapian."