Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

Wendy felt sorry for herself for a while, then she saw the thin and huddled figure put down the beer, stretched out his hand from his arms, took out a handful of silver coins, and put it in front of him.

The silver coins shone white under the light.

Today's world still uses decimal currency, gold, silver, copper and iron. Even though there are already prototypes of virtual currency, the specific use is still based on the four currencies.

These silver coins ranked second among the four currencies, and converted into a total of several hundred iron coins, which was enough to survive for a few days even in the city of Bangladesh where a duel competition was held.

But these days, as long as you find a job, you will never die of hunger. In Bangladesh, where so many people flock here because of the duel competition, even if you don't know anything, you can make a lot of money by washing dishes.

He said in a low voice, "Here you go."

After that, he hugged the beer bottle in his hand tightly, stood up unsteadily, and got into the corner to avoid the crowd that had started to revel.

There were not many people outside, only a few scattered people. The howling cold wind drove people into their homes. The air in Bangladesh was cold and humid. If you stayed there for a long time, even your breath seemed to be moist. There is always a kind of freeze that can chain the entire city. Frozen into ice sculptures.

After leaving the tavern, a gust of cold wind blew by, and he couldn't help but lower his head and wrap himself in thin clothes.

Then he saw a familiar person showing him a sly smile.

The young man wearing a small hat with flowers on it was holding his precious harp. His blue eyes were moist and bright. The young bard looked at him with a look that would make anyone with a hard-hearted heart come out. With a pitiful look, he said to him: "Hello, can I follow you?"

As if he was afraid of being rejected, he handed the few silver coins he held firmly in front of him and sighed: "I don't want to face this strange city alone. My friend... and I have some differences. I am alone and lonely in this city."

His voice is so infectious that one can't help but feel sympathy.

"Can I follow you? You are a good person. You don't covet me like others. You are a kind person who is willing to give me money without expecting anything in return. I believe you."

The young man's sincere expression shone in the night, and his cheeks were still soft and white even when exposed to the cold wind. He seemed to be an elf, arousing people's expectations for good things.

The tramp frowned and said stiffly: "I don't want to carry a burden with me."

He pursed his lips and said in a sharp tone: "If you think that I am taking advantage of you by giving you money, then you are thinking too much. It is already difficult for me to support myself, and I don't want to support another bastard."

His dry hair was like weeds, and his long bangs completely covered his clear and sharp sapphire eyes, leaving only a trace of the beauty like the clear sky in the gap.

The young man didn't mind his indifference.

"Actually, I can take care of myself very well. As long as I have one drink a day... no, actually one drink every two days, or one drink every three days is enough."

He said reluctantly.

"Oh, I can play the harp for you. Wendy, the best bard in the world, will play for you for free anytime and anywhere. This is treatment like a protagonist. Every protagonist must have a bard who records history. I This is an interview."

His blue eyes, pure and without any impurities, stared at the homeless man.

He seemed not to be a creature in this world.

Fairy tales, epics, whatever. It’s the kind of life that accumulates all the beauty in various oral stories and is finally conceived in the ultimate beauty and love.

It is a free bird, a wanderer in the sky, and an elf of fantasy.

He is a god who loves all people in the world.

Hush, this is still a secret for now.

At this moment, the disguised god reaches out to a homeless man.

Those blue eyes were filled with divine tenderness.

The homeless man's hand tightened on the bottle.

He stared at the young man's energetic face, and then slowly shook his head.

He said calmly: "I am not the protagonist."

"I'm just an ordinary homeless person, a being at the bottom of society, a rat living in the gutter. I rack my brains every day to get three meals a day. Occasionally, when I get some money, I spend time in the pub and kill my life. Never think about life the next day.”

He said calmly and indifferently: "I am not the protagonist."

As if tired, he tightened his coat and wrapped himself more tightly, then calmly pulled the corners of his mouth and sighed.

He stooped and walked silently into the dark corner.

Behind her, watching his back walking into the night, Wendy plucked the strings and said to herself: "Oh, it's true."

"Seemingly decadent and downtrodden, the flames of impossible revenge burned in his heart. The raging fire rushed towards the entire city of Bengal, and even threatened to burn the entire world."

"If I hadn't discovered you first, then your future would have definitely been accepted by the fools. With a burning desire that cannot be frozen by ice, work with the Queen of Winter to fight for your lofty ideals."

"But it was also very hard."

"What's more, you haven't completely abandoned the kindness in your heart just to create hatred."

"But you gave up your future."

Wendy played with the silver coins in her hands, and the shiny coins swam happily in his hands, which was enough to dazzle the audience.

"Since I discovered you first, let the great Lord Barbatos see whether you are suitable for the Eye of the Wind God."

"Hey, as expected of me, I found a qualified person so quickly. The other six gods must be slower than me."

Wendy naturally ignored that she was the first seven gods to jump out of the card pool.

The street lights on both sides of the road lit up the dim Bangladesh, and pedestrians came and went in a hurry. It stands to reason that the beautiful young man standing on the roadside would be enough to attract passers-by to stop even in such weather, but no one has ever focused their eyes on him.

The next moment, the silver coin dancing happily between his fingers was held in his palm. The first god in this world, the wind god Barbatos, looked up at the distant sky and smiled: "Traveler, let this little brother take my place for the time being. Let’s talk about your main character’s plot. There’s no way anyone made you so expensive. After a hundred blows, you didn’t even see the hair on the two travelers.”

He was angry and put his hands on his hips: "You promised to be good friends with me, but I can't get out even if I go there in person. It must be that the bond is not enough. I will remember you, traveler, and you must treat me to a drink when the time comes." of dandelion wine.”

Mr. Diluc's industry and various commercial wines were successfully realized.

But the rich lord turned away a poor god.

Occasionally, I can play with the autumn wind, but I won't give him unlimited drinks.

The key is that it is difficult to be a bard now. Should he keep pace with the times and change his career to a wandering singer, or should he go back to his profession and advocate the artistic performance of bards.

Well, that's a problem.