Teyvat Survival Guide

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——The dark beast tide that invaded the Blue Wind Highlands was defeated by the followers of the God of Wind, and the good news of victory continued to echo throughout Mondstadt.

Following poems such as "A Poem Praising the Struggle of the Wind God" and "The Battle of the Azure and Vicious Dragons", the bards have come up with new poems:

"…The pitch-black roar shook the earth, and the weeping and despair of the people seeped into the soil, turning the light wind heavy, mixed with the stench of the ancient country's disaster...

"The God of Wind and Hope was awakened from his deep sleep by the wailing, and ordered his spokesman to come down from heaven with the wind's followers...

"The Dragon of the East Wind and the Wolf of the North Wind responded to the call, and together with the noble Pope, they fought for the green fields favored by the wind, and for the country and homeland with the defending knights and knights.

"The howling north wind brought down heavy snow, and the hurricane-force winds that broke through the sky swept across the land, and the black tremors stopped.

“The gentle wind heals the pain, the holy power soothes the despair;

"The white snow extinguishes the darkness, and the strong wind blows away the stench.

"The disaster stops here...!

"Green fields, peace again..."

The bard sang this song, and the audience on the side applauded and cheered excitedly.

The wind was filled with praises as people admired Lord Barbatos, praising Him and His followers for their great salvation and sacredness.

Only, here in Samuel.

…but the joy of victory did not last long.

When he returned to the cathedral amid the people's joy and the enthusiastic escort of the Knights of Favonius, he took the initiative to ask Captain Jean for a battle report through Grace.

Looking at the reports on the table, the white-haired boy wearing the crown drooped his eyes, and his blue eyes became dim.

Captain Qin was very responsible and copied all the information listed by the Knights Templar to him without any omission.

These include statistics on material needs, rescue and reconstruction plans, facility damage, and economic losses…

And what he cares about most:

…Casualty statistics.

The statistical list held in the hands of the white-haired boy wearing a crown, the light white paper seemed so heavy and hot at this moment.

It was a list of countless names written in black ink, and each name represented that the corresponding person had been confirmed to have passed away.

He looked at the number marked in red ink in the upper right corner: thirty-eight thousand people, many of whom were young knights.

The Knights' current count is 38,000 people... At least 38,000 of them died at the fangs of the Beast Hounds.

Now that the wolf disaster has just ended, there may still be uncounted people in the Blue Wind Highlands, people whose bodies are missing and have been declared missing, and people who were too seriously injured to be rescued...

Thinking of this, His Holiness the Pope put his hand on his forehead, drooping his eyes, with an indescribable sadness.

Taking a deep breath, Samuel tried to calm himself down.

…The wolf disaster has been resolved, and the next step is to protect Mond for Lord Barbatos.

In addition to strength, he also needs to learn to propose some policies to govern this country of wind.

But... it's too early now. It doesn't make sense for him to manage administration with his science-oriented brain.

Wait…science?

Samuel paused, and after a moment he dismissed the idea that had just come to his mind.

If we vigorously develop technology, who knows if "God's will" will wake up one day and throw a pillar at Mondstadt for nothing... Forget it.

However... some concepts can indeed be changed. For example, he just saw from the statistics of facility damage that many technological facilities were manufactured in Fontaine and then sold to Mondstadt via Liyue.

Since Fontaine can make it, and "Heavenly Reason" has not taken any action, why can't Mondstadt be the source of manufacture?

The free country of Mond is too lax nowadays. Although many foreign travelers say that Mond is very suitable for retirement living, his goal is to govern Mond well.

We have to start small, for example, the most basic product manufacturing must be in our own hands.

We also need to mobilize all the people to serve as soldiers. In this way, if disasters such as wolf plagues occur again in the future, at least people will have a certain ability to protect themselves, and casualties will be much less.

There is also the most basic education, and the education industry must keep up...

In this case... maybe we can build a modern academy first to test the waters? But the funding issue needs to be reported to the head of the Qin group... Well, I don't know if she will agree.

If I can convince her... I can give it a try, but the most important thing right now is the reconstruction after the wolf disaster...

And to comfort the residents who lost their loved ones...

Thinking of this, Samuel lowered his eyes, picked up the gold-inlaid feather pen, took out a piece of white paper, spread it on the table, and began to write the extremely skillful Teyvatian language.

As words appeared one after another, the white-haired boy wearing the crown had a firm look in his eyes.

Lord Barbatos...

I will govern Mondstadt for you.

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——Mondstadt, under the jurisdiction of Qingquan Town in the Blue Wind Highlands area, Veradu Village.

After dozens of days, Barta, wearing the armor of the Knight of Favonius, took Leah hand in hand and set foot on this land again.

…the home where he has lived for several years with his wife Firna and daughter Lea.

The greatest loss caused by the wolf plague is human life. Currently, the Knights have counted... 42,000 names, including his wife Philna.

Secondly... there are the economic losses caused by the suspension of business and the consumption of manpower and material resources during the fight against the wolf disaster.

For example, Mondstadt's most famous wine industry, the Dawn Winery owned by Mondstadt's largest wine merchant, Master Diluc Leggenfand, is located in the Blue Wind Highlands area at the center of the Wolf Plague.

Although he protected himself well and did not suffer much loss, the number of business orders that were stranded was still considerable.

Human and material resources, such as subsidies for conscripts and relief for disaster victims. The conscripts do not have much equipment and subsidies, but there are too many people participating. Just like the relief for disaster victims, a little bit of it adds up to a lot.

Barta had a general understanding of the situation when he was awarded the title of official knight at the Clear Spring Town branch headquarters of the Knights of Favonius.

However, as a knight, he did not know about political matters. He just heard that his hometown, Viladu Village, was going to be rebuilt, so he volunteered to step forward.

Thinking about this, he sat in silence and took his daughter back to their former home.

The bloodstains were still on the floor, but they had solidified into a dull black-red color, and the smell in the room had changed from fresh and fishy to foul.

Looking at the withered Cecilia flowers on the windowsill, Barta's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

That was his wife Philna's favorite flower.

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——Later, fellow villagers from Veradu Village gathered together and, using the grant from the Knights, built a cemetery in the Sunset Forest in the east for the souls who had returned to the embrace of the wind.

It was said that this was a proposal made by His Majesty Saint Samuel to Captain Gunhild, and the Knights followed the suggestion and allocated funds to allow the villagers to build it themselves.

It is drizzling today, the sky is gray, and the breeze blows slowly with a coolness, as if it is crying.

Most of the villagers of Virado Village came here to pay tribute to their deceased relatives.

Batda also held an umbrella and came to Philna's tombstone with his daughter.

He looked at the gray but still smiling photo of his wife on the tombstone and finally couldn't hold back his tears:

"Felna..."

He handed the umbrella to his daughter, walked slowly to the tombstone under her gaze, took a bunch of white and elegant Cecilia flowers and slowly placed them in front of the tombstone.

Watching the raindrops hitting the elegant Cecilia flowers, Barta spoke to the tombstone as if he was facing his lover:

"Liya is fine, I am fine too...

"The wolf plague is over. It was His Holiness the Pope who saved us...

"Yes... that's the Pope you saw in the newspaper before, the white-haired boy you said was very cute...

"When he grew up, he was the one who led Lord Barbatos's other followers, the East Wind Dragon and the North Wind Wolf, to defeat the group of black wolves...

"It only took them half a day to wipe out the beasts and put an end to the dark beast tide that had been sweeping across Mondstadt for days..."

At this point, Barta choked.

Only then did he realize how ridiculous this dark disaster that had taken away his wife and the lives of tens of thousands of people was.

Yes... Lord Barbatos was compassionate and called upon his relatives, and it only took half a day to wipe out the beasts.

But just to stop their advance and invasion, and even some people just wanted to survive for themselves and their loved ones, Mond paid the price of tens of thousands of lives.

If for Lord Barbatos and his followers, crushing those enemies would be as easy as a bard playing a poem.

…What does their sacrifice mean?

Thinking of this, Barta lowered his head silently and tightened the West Wind Sword at his waist.

After a moment, he slowly stood up, said goodbye to his wife Philna's grave, and left the cemetery with his daughter.

The breeze blew across the bunch of Cecilia flowers, crying and blowing away the rain on them.

…but the drizzle keeps falling, and no matter how hard it blows, new raindrops will always hit it.

Just like the mistakes made by the wind, even if they have been made up for, they still leave a mark in people's hearts.

Unable to soothe...