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"Ha....ha....ha~~!" Dadalia froze in place with a teacup, showing an embarrassed but polite smile.

He really could not have imagined that the Zhongli in front of him was actually someone who could think about such things.

After a long while, he took on the words with difficulty: "Even the top astrologers don't know this kind of knowledge, so don't worry about Mr. Zhongli."

Zhong Li looked at him without speaking, and was silent for a moment before nodding slightly.

"indeed."

The storyteller on stage continued.

"The emperor felt the suffering of the common people, and established a covenant with Liyue. With the three-eyed and five-display immortals, he made the initial [contract] of Liyue, and protected Liyue with the power of immortals..."

The two people under the stage sipped tea quietly.

After a while, the tea was finished.

The story ends.

Just when he was about to pay the bill, Zhongli touched his pocket, and then looked at Dadalia.

Young Master Dadalia looked at his expression, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked forward with no surprise.

I took out the Mora, which was made by Emperor Yanwang and circulated throughout the continent, and paid the tea bill.

"Mr. Zhongli, you still have to bring a wallet!"

"It doesn't matter, things will always work out."

"Haha~~! Ha! But... I don't have much money left~~!"

〇Volume ② Nana

Chapter 1 Barbatos

"Zhongli~~~ Zhongli. Now you're calling that name back."

A melodious male voice, accompanied by a crisp harp music, blew into Zhong Li's ears along the wind.

"Change the word."

Zhong Li leaned back under the towering tree, raised the jade cup with one hand and put it into his mouth.

"Wandering around in the world, Zhongli's life."

The music of the harp came from the big tree. Following the music, a handsome young man in a sky blue cape was leaning on the branches of the tree, looking out into the distance with a leisurely expression.

As far as his line of sight can be, there are misty clouds and beautiful mountains and rivers under the sky.

In the distance the eagles circled and chirped.

"Why are you free today, come and have a drink at my invitation?"

At some point in the sky, the cyan youth raised a cup of jade cup and gestured in the direction of Zhongli.

"Full drink!"

"Full drink."

The tumultuous wind blowing in the distance, Zhong Li narrowed his eyes, and the aroma of glass lily filled his nose.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his glass, and drank from afar.

"Another hundred years have passed."

The azure youth fiddled with the strings in his arms from time to time, and the sound of the wind was helping him deliver the wonderful music.

"Since the end of the Demon God War, the rulers of the world have changed several times, and only the two old guys are still holding on."

"No, it's me who insisted. Wendy the Wind Spirit, your situation is not called persistence." Zhong Li refuted directly.

"Hahaha~~!" Wendy naturally laughed out loud at the accusation.

He has always been a free person. After Mond successfully resisted the tyranny of the King of the Tower, he took office as Mond's ruling, the so-called God of Wind.

But his free style has not changed in the slightest.

The wind is freedom, the wind is freedom, the wind is love.

"Hahaha~~ Don't say I didn't care about Mond. In the beginning, I could work hard every day, leveling the mountains, turning the sea into mulberry fields, flattening the world, and creating a rich Mond Plain."

The God of Wind laughed and boasted of his achievements.

"Well, in general rationality, you were indeed competent at first."

Zhong Li took another sip of the wine, and could not help but follow the wind god's thoughts, extending to the far side of time.

Three or five friends, pan lakes and mountains, taste a wine, and drink morning dew.

While talking and laughing, he kills demons and raises all living beings while bowing.

And then under the tree, in front of the lake.

Banquet guests, dance and dance, drink and have fun.

There is the fragrance of glass lily, and the tranquility of pure heart.

But the time has finally passed.

The time of 6000 years seems to be close at hand, and it overlaps with the god of wind.

"It seems a little uneasy recently." Wendy, the god of wind, said suddenly after drinking two cups.

"Please say."

Zhong Li put down his glass and listened carefully.

"There's something wrong with Twarin." Wendy shook her head. "He seems to be in great pain, and I'm trying to find him for comfort."

Zhong Li lowered his head and meditated for a few seconds: "Do you have any clues?"

"It should be the old wound caused by the poisonous dragon Du Lin." Wendy's expression was a little helpless: "There is a strange monster group called the Abyss Church, which is looming behind the incident."

"The breath outside the world appeared again some time ago, and travelers outside the world seem to have appeared in this world."

Zhongli reminded in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, that's the responsibility of Heaven." Wendy let go of the small harp in her hand and let it turn into little azure-colored elemental particles that scattered in the wind.

He leaned his head against the branch of the tree.

"Free Fengshen, who hasn't been in charge of things for thousands of years, has to be busy again now."

"Is there enough strength?" Zhong Li sat up straight and looked up slightly: "The seven rulers of the world, their gods' hearts are closely related to the kingdoms they control."

"You haven't ruled the country for thousands of years, and the power of the heart of God has declined to the extreme. Maybe it's not even as good as the leader of the Knights of your home in Mond City."

"Fengshen is such a character." Wendy spread her hands, looking indifferent.

"When I rebelled against the tyranny of the King of the Tower, I was a free wind spirit. Singing for the wolf king of the north, blessing the knight commander, and riding on Twarin's back and singing merrily. I am just a bard. ."

"Don't expect too much from me, God of War, God of Rock, God of Contract, the strongest ruler!"

Wendy suddenly laughed slyly.

"If you manage Mond like you do, I will die of exhaustion before Mond prosper. Look at the other old guys, they were too serious and left us early."

"Only you, the most powerful ruler, can remain glorious and immortal until now."

"However, even you are already tired."

Wendy, the god of wind, narrowed her eyes, and laughed mockingly: "I also heard a little about your negotiation with the Queen of Winter Solstice."

"Huh?" Zhong Li frowned slightly.

"Wind can bring stories, so I'm the best bard in Mond." Wendy patted her chest proudly.

"It's not that I'm tired."

Zhong Li slowly got up and stood under the tree, on the cliff.

Looking up at the mountains and rivers of Liyue, the splendid sky.

"I'll tell you this story, too, for you, the best bard in Mond."

"One day, I was wandering in Liyue Harbor, exploring the city."

"While passing by a certain place, I saw a shopkeeper talking to one of his men with slightly gray hair.

"[Old man, you have been working for 30 years, it's time to take a break. For your future life, come to me every month to receive a Mora, so you don't have to do those heavy jobs.]"

"When I heard these words, I was filled with emotion."

"When mortals who have worked for so many years have successfully retired, when should I retire?"

"With this idea in mind, I made such an agreement with the Queen of Winter Solstice."

"Jingle bell~~~!"

The beautiful music of the harp accompanies the narration, as if time stood still at the moment.

The rulership of Mond and Liyue, the gods of wind and rock gather together.

The aroma of the wine is mixed with the fragrance of the glass bag on the cliff.

"Hahaha, you are still tired, Zhongli."

“…”

"Having said so much, don't you just want to rest?"

"..."

"Like me, I live leisurely every day, why manage the country strictly?"

"..."

"Huh?? Say something, Morax!"

"Go to business! Barbatos!"

With the fall of the voice, it seemed as if a huge rock reaching the sky rose from the feet of Barbatos.

The sloping angle of the rock made Barbatos, the god of wind, unable to stand, and suddenly fell from the edge of the cliff.