Chapter 24

Outside the tavern, the sound of the Knights' armor was getting farther and farther away.

The cheeky green hat bard with a big heart took advantage of the time when the boss left, thinking about the wine at the counter.

"Dawn Winery not only makes the wine very fragrant, but the grape juice they produce is also top-notch."

Venti acted as a bartender temporarily and pretended to toss the purple juice back and forth between the cups, and finally pushed it in front of Lumine and Paimon.

"Please enjoy..."

The fragrance is intoxicating, and the sweetness can be smelled in the air.

The tip of Lumine's nose trembled, and she sniffed: "Is this wine?"

"No, pretty girl..."

Venti stroked the glass: "This is just normal juice, you should like the taste of it."

While he was still talking, Paimon couldn't hold it in any longer, so she put a full glass into her mouth.

The residue of juice in the corners of the mouth turned red.

"Wow! It's delicious!"

"Of course, such top-quality grape juice is not necessarily available for the money. The price of a glass is more than 5,000 Mora!"

"5000 Mora!?"

Lumine and Paimon almost spit out the juice in their mouths, and hurriedly put the cups back on the table respectfully.

The drink just now could directly make them go bankrupt.

Venti didn't worry, he put the juice in his mouth with great enjoyment, and swallowed it after a few seconds:

"Every year, the grapes are divided into two parts according to the color, the unripe part will be brewed into wine, and the ripe part will be made into juice."

"Whether it's wine or juice, there will be good and bad grades."

"What you are drinking is the top-level masterpiece of Dawn Winery, and there are not many in total. Many noble traders have traveled thousands of miles to Mondstadt just to ask for this cup."

"Such a valuable and invaluable treasure, of course, it is expensive!"

Listening to the explanation, Lumine nodded frequently, but she was puzzled: "How do you know so much?"

The strings of his lyre are plucked, and the bard replies with his singing:

"The original war is over, and the wind blows away the ice and snow in the northern part of the Teyvat continent."

"He splits the mountains and guides the warm monsoons around Mondstadt."

"He helped the ancestors get rid of wandering, build cities, and spread civilization."

"He built windmills, taught people to process food and brew fine wine."

"He made flying wings and taught people to fly with the help of wind."

"He left behind countless songs and celebrations."

"He disappeared into the distant wilderness after everything subsided."

This is a song that every bard must master at the beginning stage, and the content is to praise the greatness and omnipotence of the wind god Barbatos.

Listening to the singing and seeing Venti's self-praising demeanor, Lumine wanted to ask something:

"He? Barbatos, the god of wind? The god of Mondstadt who understands and teaches everything..."

"Hey! Stop talking about that!" Paimon interrupted anxiously, "Drinking such a precious juice! We don't have that much money!"

Shaking his hand to tell Paimon not to panic, Venti skillfully put away the wine glass:

"Money? You don't say it, I don't say it, and no one will know if everyone doesn't say anything. We just need to quietly..."

Just as he was about to mix a bottle of inferior drink into the top-grade grape juice, the door of the tavern opened.

"What are you going to do quietly?" Diluc put his hand on the mouth of the bottle, protecting the treasures of Dawn Winery from the hands of a malicious guy.

"If it's just stealing alcohol, we still have room for negotiation. I can pay it off if I sing for three years at most..."

"But if you plan to mix it with water... and ruin the reputation of the winery, then you may spend your whole life in prison!"

Venti quickly left the counter and hid behind Lumine: "Hey! How could I have such an idea!"

Diluc was not the only one who entered the tavern, but also the collaborators he brought.

On Mondstadt, there are not many people who can call Lord Diluc a collaborator.

Seeing the blonde girl, Lumine and Paimon became nervous:

"Head... Jean."

You must know that they are wanted entities, at least for now.

If she is imprisoned... it will be no use to save Dvalin and find clues about her brother.

Dandelion Knight, the acting leader of the Knights of Favonius, was also surprised: "Lumine, why are you here? Could it be that you were the golden hair that steal the Holy Lyre..."

Paimon quickly explained, "We didn't steal it..."

Diluc had already checked the counter, and under Venti's distressed expression, while recording the loss, he said:

"Don't worry, this one is just Jean, not Jean as the leader of the Knights. At least for the time being, you don't have to worry about being arrested."

"This is someone you, as an honorary knight, can't even touch."

Paimon shook her head: "No matter what kind of lyre it is, we didn't steal it..."

To make Paimon not nervous, Jean came over, touched her head gently, and said to Lumine:

"Then Diluc-senpai... Diluc said that the sound of the Holy Lyre can make the Stormterror return to normal, is it true?"

Diluc found Jean and Lisa who were searching for information in the library, and briefly explained the story about the Stormterror that he learned from the bard.

Jean decisively agreed to cooperate, while Lisa continued to sleep unrelated to her because "lack of sleep time will affect her beauty".

"That's right, to resolve the Stormterror, Lumine is actively participating in the front line."

Venti stood up and affirmed: "Hello, I'm Venti, Mondstadt's bard, can you help us?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Jean. As a representative of the Knights, her opinion was very important.

"Hello, bards who orate ancient songs, and incredible outsiders."

In many of Mondstadt's records, there are bards dressed in this way, with Vanessa, with the dragon, with the lonely king of the tower...

"I believe you are the Dvalin brought by the wind god Barbatos, no, the savior of Mondstadt."

Jean agreed with the bard's story, which surprised Diluc, who originally thought it would take more words.

It seems that the captain has more trust in the knight of honor than he imagined.

"Dvalin, the dragon of the east wind and one of the four guardians, I have never been able to think of the reason for his betrayal."

"But if he were attacked by poisonous blood in the war to protect Mondstadt many years ago, and then corroded by the abyss mages after waking up, he would indeed become forced."

Jean affirmed everything, but she still had her concerns:

"But I can't express my understanding and goodwill to Stormterror as the acting head."

"That would be interpreted as connivance and inaction, and would give the Fatui a negative diplomatic excuse."

"So I can only act in private and use my strength to assist you."

The Knights did not continue to expand their pursuit, and the powerful acting head to assist was already the greatest help.

Lumine was very happy: "It would be great if there was Jean to help!"

The green hat bard is still in a leisurely state, and it seems that everything is under his control.

"Are you going to think about how to find the Holy Lyre? There are sources of information about the Knights and Lord Diluc, shouldn't it shouldn't be difficult?"

Speaking of the news, Diluc frowned:

"It's also very strange to say. According to the news I received so far, the Fatui's did participate in stealing the Holy lyre, but it seems that they did not succeed... Now the whereabouts of it is unknown..."

"The Fatuis' didn't succeed either? Who had the lyre?..."

The Fatuis coveting of Mondstadt is very obvious. If it wasn't them, could there be a third-party force?

Recently, several Liyue merchants came to Mondstadt. Could it be them?

Just when everyone thinking about it and couldn't figure it out, the door of the tavern was opened again.

Only one person came in this time.

Black hair, black eyes, strange attire, and a bright smile.

"Are you looking for this?"

The young man who came in held a shining harp high, attracting everyone's attention.

"Summer!?"

"The Holy Lyre!?"