Chapter 25

He had long expected everyone's expressions, and Summer's face was calm.

When everyone was at a loss, he appeared like a savior, and he thought it would be very refreshing.

But only after he did he realize that its—

Cooler than expected!

"The rosewood with the wind pattern and the cool star iron strings are nostalgic!"

Venti is like a long-lost meeting with an old friend, embracing the Holy Lyre.

Gently fiddled with the strings, the sound was a bit astringent, like a stuck wood.

"What is going on here! why is the Holy Lyre... on you?"

Head Jean started the interrogation professionally. In the second half, she realized that her tone was wrong, and her voice suddenly became quieter. Such a change was inexplicably cute.

Recalling the adventure of the night.

It was hard work for several hours in a row, which hollowed out Mona and Amber. When I returned to Mondstadt, I only felt that my feet were weak, and I didn't even have the strength to walk.

Amber was so tired that she couldn't move her legs, and Mona was so sleepy that she couldn't go upstairs. The two occupied his bed and fell asleep snuggling together.

Summer wanted to join it, but to prevent the few people in the tavern from discussing something strange together, he carried the Holy Lyre over his back despite being tired and sleepy.

"I happened to meet the thief who stole the Holy lyre while eating dinner, and then took it back with Amber and Mona."

"Captain Jean, you have to praise Amber well, and suggest that she would be promoted to an official or awarded an honor or something..."

Randomly made-up reasons, because his spirit was not right, he almost ran off the train with his mouth full, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Summer…"

"What's the matter, Lumine?"

She handed over a glass of water, but she didn't say anything she wanted to say.

"You seem to be able to do anything."

She just smiled lightly.

Venti's brows did not stretch when the lyre was in hand, as if he was relieved from some thorny problem.

Diluc asked, "Can I use it to summon Dvalin?!"

Venti shook his head: "Although it's a fake god treasure, I'm afraid it won't work now."

"As you can see, after a thousand years, the power of the wind has long been exhausted."

"In this state, it might be alright to sing at Lord Diluc's tavern..."

Paimon was not happy, and flew over to pat Venti:

"Hey! Did you borrow the Holy lyre just to play it to drunks?"

Paimon's strength couldn't even penetrate the hat's defense, Venti stuck out his tongue mischievously:

"Hey!"

"Hey what do you mean!"

Looking like he needed a beating, Paimon only hated that her fist was not as big as a casserole, so she could kill this turtle grandson with one punch.

The unruly punches were blocked by Venti one by one.

"All in all, it's not enough to communicate with Dvalin, but it's not the lyre's problem, but the strings..."

"The element of wind attached to these strings is far from concentrated... Its sound cannot be transmitted far away..."

Venti held the lyre with both hands and brought it to Lumine: "You have kept Dvalin's teardrop crystals as well... Let's drop it on the lyre."

At the moment when the two purified crystals touched the eaves, they turned into two wisps of wind and coated the strings with a cyan coat.

The Dandelion Knight, who was most sensitive to the wind element, felt this warm and amiable wind and he couldn't help but say:

"Jean seems to have a feeling of youthful rejuvenation"

Paimon jokingly asked: "Let's praise her again!"

Summer nodded his head repeatedly: "The head of the Knights has always been beautiful and youthful!"

Gentle palms slapped Summer and Paimon's heads at the same time, and Jean explained, "I'm talking about the Holy Lyre!"

This is just a small episode.

On the other side, the Holy lyre has completely absorbed the wind element in Dvalin's teardrop crystal.

"It is all thanks to the purification and crystallization that the wind element of the Holy lyre does not continue to be depleted, but there is still a long way to go before it overflows again."

"The Holy Lyre, which has been sleeping for thousands of years, needs more blessings from the wind."

Listening to Venti's analysis, Paimon gave a suggestion: "Then go look for some teardrop crystals. Are you going to make Dvalin cry?"

Paimon's mind, like her body, floats in the sky forever.

After thinking about it quite seriously, Summer encouraged: "The idea is good. As the same flying species, I will leave this matter to you!"

"It's true that we can both fly, but our body types are completely different! I'm not the same species as that evil dragon!" Paimon defended.

Lumine also came up with an idea: "Paimon can fly to his ear and tell a moving story, maybe he will get 'moved' and shed tears."

"a moving story?"

"For example, when you have no food and you have nowhere to go, do you voluntarily become emergency food or something?"

Paimon thought for a while before realizing that something was wrong, and supported her unhappy hands: "Lumine! Why do you always help the cannibal to tease me!"

Paimon's lovely performance failed to drive away from the sadness from the teardrop crystallization, Venti lowered his head and wiped the lyre frame:

"Even now, Dvalin must be crying, in a place where people are extremely rare."

The fickle Paimon, who was angry just now, is now sad as if she is about to cry.

"What a poor big guy."

"Cough!" Diluc said softly, "Let's collect teardrop crystals, and then ask you to purify."

The reliable voice made Venti recover immediately, clapping his hands in praise:

"That's great! The heroic scenes where the heroes trust each other and set off together are always so charming."

"Let me use this song to see you off!"

It seems that the sadness just now was all faked.

Paimon frowned: "Hey, are you trying to be lazy and only have a mouth?"

Venti shook his head, stretched out his hands, and moved his ten fingers: "No, you still need hands to play the lyre!"

Paimon was at a loss for words, and became even angrier:

"So angry, I decided to give you an ugly nickname."

"I... I've decided, I'll name you 'Tone-Deaf Bard' !"

Of course, the bard, whose face is thicker than the city walls of Mondstadt, would not mind, no matter how many harsh words she said, it would turn into praise for him.

"You can call whatever you want, but please bring back the teardrop crystals quickly! I'll sing to you for a hundred times after you bring it back..."

"Then Paimon and Lumine will go now."

Just when everyone was about to leave, Summer stopped in front of everyone.

"Take a look at this!"

Like a magician's trick, several blood-red crystals were pulled out of his arms.

Those were contaminated teardrops, the tears Dvalin left after being tortured.

!!!

"How holy are you!"

This was the bard's first gaffe, and it was the first time he felt that things were out of God's control.

Or, the person in front of him came from a place higher than God.

( yes I am )