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Several people watched Stanley walk away. Paimon put his hands on his hips and returned to normal volume: "He is indeed very guilty."

"No way, who told him to boast so much about Jack?" Wendy turned around and shrugged, spreading her hands: "But...it's really interesting to look at it again. I don't want to forget the past and abandon the current person...if he If you are forced to take the first step toward the future, in what direction will you take it?”

Wutong looked at Wendy who suddenly felt emotional, and was a little infected: "No matter which direction you step in, that is the future."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Paimon tilted his head. Wendy and Wutong seemed to be talking about Stanley, but the few words they said were inexplicable.

Kong was also a little concerned and asked Wutong: "Do you know something?"

But this time the answer was negative.

"It's not to that level yet. I'm just taking what Wendy said." Wutong was a little helpless: "Besides, Stanley and I don't know each other very well."

So Kong and Paimon turned their attention to the incarnation of wind in front of them.

The ubiquitous wind smiled and scratched its head, telling them that they were just talking to themselves. And made a suggestion, whether to go to Angel's Gift tonight.

Since the wind is bringing the breath of the answer to your face, how can you not want to find it?

When they came to Angel's Gift, they didn't expect that Diluc was also in the tavern today, sitting behind Stanley with Wendy. Wutong and Kong whispered that when they came to the tavern before, they didn't see each other once, but they could see each other every day in the past two days. , is Diluc checking the accounts?

Kong thought of Diluc who had a brief chat with him when he went to order a drink just now.

There are few people today, so it’s a leisurely time.

Does it turn out that rich people count the number of molas in their accounts when they have free time?

It seems quite reasonable.

As the number of wine bottles on the table increased, Stanley, who could still stand upright to drink, was already drunk, still mumbling something.

Wendy and Sora, who were sitting together, leaned back to listen.

"...Stanley...Stanley...tell me, what should I do..."

Paimon asked in surprise: "Why is he calling his name?"

Sora was a little confused: "Could it be...that there is someone else named Stanley?"

"I've only heard of this Stanley." Wutong was equally at a loss.

The most surprising thing was Wendy. He said that he had never heard of the second Stanley.

Although the God of Wind doesn't care much about Mondstadt's affairs, he can clearly remember the name of every Mondstadt person. Even Wendy had never heard of it, and Kong suddenly felt that this Stanley was even weirder.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh...Stanley..."

Stanley put his arms on his forehead, his shoulders trembling constantly, and he let out bursts of sobs.

"Why wasn't it me who died in the Sea of ​​Embers? Why didn't your soul stop me when I took your name for granted? Stanley!"

Kong and Wutong, who had lowered their heads to listen carefully to Zui's words, raised their heads and stared at each other wordlessly with their mouths open, their eyes filled with the same surprise and astonishment.

"If it weren't for protecting me, a newcomer, you wouldn't have died in that windless place! You already have the name of a great adventurer, but, just for a waste like me, you can no longer become a legend. ..."

After a while he began to sob again and again tried to cover up his pain with his arms, the sobs breaking up into a continuous low sob.

"What on earth is going on?" Pamon looked at Stanley and asked sadly.

Wendy frowned: "...I think he did find the Sea of ​​Embers back then. The crisis he encountered there was also real. It's just that the companion who took the adventure with him was the real great adventurer Stan Lee. The real Stanley probably died to save the Stanley we know."

After listening to Wendy's explanation, Paimon became even more sad: "...Then the reason why this Stanley is called Stanley is because he stole someone else's name?"

The fake Stanley slowly raised his head, picked up the wine at hand with tears on his face, poured it down his throat, and then knocked it down hard.

"Stanley...I have been afraid for so many years. I am afraid that people in Mondstadt will forget you completely, so I tell your adventure stories everywhere...I want everyone in Mondstadt to remember you, Stanley Arriving at the center of the Silent Sea... He is the greatest adventurer, and he is still alive!"

"Stanley won't die, because I am!... Because I am... Stanley... I'm sorry, Stanley... Even I am old, I am old..."

"Hey...you guys, when do you still want to eavesdrop?"

.......

Finally it was discovered.

Stanley lay on the table and ran away angrily, shouting for them to get out of here, while Jack, who was overjoyed, came here just to tell the good news that he could continue his adventure.

The pure desire and admiration of the young newcomer made the fake Stanley despise and laugh at himself even more.

Wutong raised the cup, and the water droplets condensed on the wall of the cup rolled down to the palm of his hand and hit the floor.

However, in front of the people of Mondstadt, Wendy is kind and Barbatos is loving. In Mondstadt, the gentle, flowing wind is always there, and so is Barbatos.

It is the sound of the wind that cannot be found in the sea of ​​embers and silence.

With the touch on his fingertips, Wutong shifted his gaze from the crystal clear water stains on the floor to the bunch of green wind flying high into the sky.

In the end, Stanley found his true self, and Jack successfully became independent. Good things come in pairs, and they are worth celebrating with a glass of good wine.

But now, the wind seems to have become heavier.

If she hadn't known this story in advance, she would have been deceived.

"It's finally here."

Paimon floated behind Wendy with his hands on his hips: "It's so hard to find! Don't play such charades next time! By the way, singer, have you got the wine?" They thought they were in Fengqi Land, but when they arrived, they found that they were not there. Man, Wutong clenched his fist and clapped his hand before he reacted.

Wendy pouted slightly when she heard the wine: "Here you go, Jack said it was some kind of rare and precious wine... but it turned out to be just half a bottle of apple wine."

"I really miss it. The first time I saw the scenery here, I didn't look like this."

"Isn't it... like this?" Sora followed Wutong's example and sat on the arm of the huge statue, wondering about Wendy who was looking into the distance.

"About two thousand six hundred years ago, before the world was owned by the Seven Gods, Old Mondstadt was surrounded by hurricanes blown by the tyrant, and even birds were not allowed to pass."

"Old Mondstadt?" Paimon lay in Wutong's arms and tilted his head: "Ah, I remembered, it's the current Wind Dragon Ruins, right? You mentioned it before!"

Wendy nodded: "Yes, the tyrant of the wind who once ruled that high tower was the tornado demon god Dikalapian. But at that time, I was just a wisp of wind. I didn't have the status of a god, nor could I The human form... is just a subtle elemental spirit in the wind, a wisp of wind that can bring a small turn of events and hope."

Paimon: "Just an elemental elf? Not a humanoid? Huh? Wendy, didn't you look like this before?"

"Well, what I look like now is actually the same as that fake Mr. Stanley. I borrowed it from a friend." Wendy closed her eyes and stroked the strings lightly.

"The story I want to tell begins with Old Mondstadt. In that country ruled by tyrants, I met a young man. The young man knew how to play the piano and search for his own poems, but he was born within the wind wall and had never seen the blue sky. "