Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya
Chapter 425: I Discovered That Snowy Mountains Are Really Cold
"Hmm, this should be it, right?"
After pulling out a pile of items from her small shoulder bag, Bai Luo finally fished out a particularly plain-looking notebook from among a stack of colorful books.
No special reason—it just stood out compared to the others.
After casually putting it away, Bai Luo turned his attention back to Sucrose.
Collapsed on the table, she happened to be lying face-down on top of a Sunsettia.
Which meant...
She had probably been exposed to the Sunsettia's effects the entire time since she fell unconscious.
Hiss... what a sin, what a sin.
Putting away the Sunsettia with a bite missing from it, Bai Luo took the leg bone of the Great Snowboar King that his subordinate had brought him and stuck it diagonally into her backpack.
Unfortunately, even someone as shameless as Bai Luo wasn't thick-skinned enough to lift a young girl's skirt in front of so many people. Otherwise, he definitely would have checked whether she actually had a tail hidden underneath.
"My lord, the Knights of Favonius are approaching."
A Fatui scout appeared beside Bai Luo and reported quietly.
"Got it. Make sure all of you hide yourselves as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir!"
Glancing at the distant figures, Bai Luo reached out and pinched Sucrose's ear before disappearing into thin air.
By the time the nearby Knights of Favonius arrived, neither Bai Luo nor the Fatui were anywhere to be seen.
. . .
Perhaps because of the erhu, returning to Mondstadt felt very different this time.
He could sense the changes in the wind, the swaying of the grass, the creaking of the windmills... and the singing carried on the breeze.
Without his lyre, Venti was relying solely on his natural musical talent. Even without instrumental accompaniment, he still outshone some of the other performers.
What Bai Luo thought of upon hearing the song wasn't the quality of the performance.
It was something else.
So this guy is awake, huh.
Following the song carried by the wind, Bai Luo arrived at Windrise.
There stood a gigantic oak tree.
Legend said it had sprouted when the great hero Vennessa, who liberated Mondstadt a thousand years ago, ascended to the heavens.
Aside from the statue in Mondstadt's central plaza, this was also one of the stages where bards displayed their singing talents.
Even the somewhat indistinct-looking Statue of the Seven nearby would occasionally emit mysterious flashes of light.
"Just as raindrops fall from the sky, shattering themselves to nourish the flowers."
"The sun sinks into the endless sea, only so its radiance may shine upon every corner of the land."
"The wind will carry his story,"
"And time will make it sprout."
"Ice will protect his growth,"
"And thunder will urge him to mature."
"Pure water will nourish the fruit he bears,"
"And stone will record his splendor."
"Flames will drive away his enemies,"
"And grass..."
Noticing Bai Luo among the crowd, Venti suddenly stopped reciting his poem.
The townspeople who had been listening with rapt attention immediately felt a deep sense of frustration.
It was exactly like an author getting stuck at a cliffhanger—making people want to tie him up and force him to finish the rest.
"Apologies, everyone. It seems my friend who ventured out on an adventure has returned, and I must now welcome back my most important little companion."
No matter how much the crowd pressed him, Venti refused to continue.
Only after the people had dispersed did he eagerly make his way over to Bai Luo.
"How did things go with Dvalin?"
As he approached, his eyes kept drifting toward Bai Luo's waist.
Hanging there was the glass bead Venti had previously given him.
In Venti's words, it was his so-called most important companion—the xylophone Der Frühling.
Ever since the Holy Lyre der Himmel had been placed under the protection of the Church of Favonius, he had been using this xylophone instead.
"After conducting my investigation, I discovered something extremely important."
Perhaps simply wanting revenge for Venti leaving his poem unfinished, Bai Luo pretended not to notice the bard's eager gaze and spoke matter-of-factly.
"Oh? Let's hear it."
Although Bai Luo had tricked him countless times before, if he could help resolve Dvalin's situation, it would all be worth it.
After all, Venti's current strength was still rather limited.
"I discovered that Dvalin and Durin really did fight on Dragonspine."
"..."
No shit.
I was there personally. How could I not know that?
"And besides that?"
"Besides that?" Bai Luo repeated.
"Yes. Didn't you discover anything else?"
"Hmm..." Bai Luo pondered seriously.
"Dragonspine is indeed very cold. Does that count?"
"..."
Letting out a silent sigh, Venti suddenly realized something.
Perhaps the version of himself that spent every day singing at Windrise and in Mondstadt's plaza was actually more reliable than this guy.
"I'm kidding. When did you wake up?"
Perhaps noticing the change in Venti's expression, Bai Luo decided his prank had finally succeeded.
He pulled out a bottle of apple cider he carried with him and tossed it over.
"I've been awake for several days now."
Catching the bottle, Venti examined it with extreme caution.
This time, however, he didn't dare drink it.
After all, the last time he had passed out had been because he drank the Anemo Archon's Drunken Dream that Bai Luo had also been drinking.
Now he had become cautious to the extreme.
Any beverage handed to him by Bai Luo—even the most ordinary lake water—was something he wouldn't dare touch.
"Come to think of it, we both drank that drink. Why were you completely fine?"
Even now, Venti couldn't let that matter go.
Both of them had drunk it.
Why had Bai Luo been unaffected?
"This is the power of humanity's accumulated experience."
Opening his bottle of apple cider, Bai Luo took a satisfied swig.
A drink that people in Snezhnaya looked down upon actually enjoyed an excellent reputation in Mondstadt.
Even the Anemo Archon himself was enamored with it.
The reason Bai Luo wasn't affected by the drink's intense sourness wasn't because he was immune.
It was simply because he had mentally prepared himself beforehand.
And because he possessed a heart that loved watching chaos unfold.
Those two factors allowed him to successfully lure victims into his trap every single time.
Most importantly, he had phenomenal acting skills.
Every time he drank it, he could perfectly disguise the agony caused by the sourness as an expression of complete bliss and intoxication.
Countless people had fallen for the act.
"Forget about your so-called human experience. Where's my Der Frühling?"
Deciding not to continue discussing the Anemo Archon's Drunken Dream, Venti instead asked about the whereabouts of his xylophone.
As both the tool he currently used to make a living and the medium through which he wielded his divine power, Venti cared deeply about that instrument.
Although it was just an ordinary xylophone that any craftsman could easily reproduce, objects that stayed with someone long enough developed sentimental value.
At least for now, Venti had no intention of replacing it.
However, the moment Der Frühling was mentioned, Bai Luo's expression suddenly changed.
"How about we discuss Dvalin first?"
Bai Luo's reaction immediately gave Venti a bad feeling.
Don't tell me...
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