The communication between the emissaries in the embassy at Fontaine was very pleasant,

Although Navillette's strength far surpassed them, there was no arrogance in communication, but it was unusually peaceful.

Not the kind of fake politeness, but the real person who sees you as an equal.

The other messengers, after Albedo's admonition, also maintained etiquette when facing Navillette.

An exchange under equality and etiquette makes people divide into pleasant.

After the envoys of other countries said goodbye,

Standing in the embassy, Navillette couldn't help but sigh: "That guy Funina keeps sending people outside to inquire about the news, and now it seems that direct contact with the other party's state agencies is the fastest way to obtain information." ”

Navillette knew that Funina, the god of water, was sending a steady stream of spies out of Fontaine, as if to find out something.

He didn't feel anything before, but now after coming into contact with the missions of other countries,

Navillette understood that everyone was eager to communicate with other countries.

Compared with such things as spies, the establishment of diplomatic relations on the surface is the most important and reasonable.

On the other side,

The other envoys also returned to their respective embassies and began to review what they had discussed at the Fontaine Embassy and to compile the records, which they were to bring back to the others to see.

……

Grand Bazaar,

In the crowd,

Xingqiu, Chongyun, Xiangling, Xin Yan, Yun Jin, Bennett, Fischl, and the friends brought by Diona, Mondstadt, and the Liyue Mission have all come together

These outsiders looked at the stage with great interest,

Of course, now is not the time for Nilou to dance,

But Nilou isn't the only one in the Zubayr Theatre,

On the stage, a young man played a trick, attracting applause from the people around him.

As the most down-to-earth place in Sumeru, the Grand Bazaar does not have the academic atmosphere of other places in Sumeru, only joy and smiles.

Even some scholars who have not made progress in their research will come here to watch the performance in order to relax.

What? You say art is not knowledge?

Oh, Hazard's theory of a sinner has long been overturned.

"Oh, Chongyun, did you see that? That guy just now, obviously without the Vision of God, can spit fire! Xingqiu had excitement on his face, and he pulled Chongyun's sleeve and shouted.

The corners of Chongyun's mouth twitched slightly: "It's just a liquor in your mouth, haven't you seen this kind of trick in Liyue?" ”

Xingqiu glanced at Chongyun, "Of course I did, but it's completely different, okay, Liyue's trick will only spit fire, and the one just now has a lot of performances." ”

Chongyun pursed his lips and was noncommittal to Xingqiu's statement.

Xiangling smiled on the side: "This is what Brother Dao Yi said, foreign businessmen are good at selling goods." ”

Teyvat does not have the concept of a monk, but that doesn't prevent Wang Daoyi from adapting the word.

"What, it's just different." Xingqiu muttered, unhappy with the denial of the two friends.

While talking,

A graceful figure has stepped onto the stage.

"Oooooo

The audience erupted in cheers.

The crowd was interrupted by cheers, and they couldn't help but look at the stage,

A graceful girl is already standing in the center of the stage,

With the sound of accompaniment on the side of the stage,

The girl danced.

But in an instant, it attracted everyone's attention,

Even the cheers fell silent,

Everyone was enjoying the beautiful dance.

After the crowd,

Wang Daoyi strolls here,

He knew that Xiangling and they were here, so he came here.

Walking through the crowd, the surrounding crowd didn't seem to react, and subconsciously made way for him.

Wang Daoyi easily walked behind Xiangling,

Seeing that the girl was watching the performance, she didn't make a sound, so she stood quietly behind the girl.

On stage, Nilou's footsteps are light, her body is as soft as the wind, and her dancing posture is dizzying.

It wasn't until the end of the song, when Nilou stopped dancing, that the audience realized that the performance was over.

"Oooooooooo

The enthusiastic cheers once again broke through the Grand Bazaar and even spread to the Baoshang Street outside.

Even Chongyun, who had no interest in acting just now, couldn't help but applaud.

Nilou incorporated her dreams and thoughts into her dances,

Her every move in the dance, her smile and smile are filled with infinite beauty,

This beauty is not only visual, but also spiritual.

As a practitioner, a monk,

Chongyun saw Nilou's beauty better than anyone else.

"It seems that Chongyun likes Nilou very much, do you need me to introduce you to you?"

A voice sounded behind the friends.

Everyone was startled, only Xiangling's eyes lit up, and she couldn't be more familiar with this voice.

One turned around, and sure enough, he saw the person he had been thinking about a lot.

"Brother Dao." Xiangling cheered and hugged Wang Daoyi.

Wang Daoyi stretched out his hand and patted behind Xiangling: "Well, I've kept you waiting." ”

The girl buried her head in the boy's chest, shook her head slightly, and did not speak.

She knew that Wang Daoyi had something to do, and she would not make a fuss about it.

Wang Daoyi touched Xiangling's hair with a smile, and then looked at the other people: "Everyone, long time no see." ”

"Wow, Daoyi, why did you come here quietly."

Chongyun was taken aback by Wang Daoyi just now, and now he complained a little.

Wang Dao smiled: "It's not that you're silent, it's just that you're obsessed with Nilou's performance, so you didn't see me." ”

"Ha, yes, after all, Miss Nilou's dance is really beautiful." Chongyun scratched his head and was persuaded by Wang Daoyi.

The body of pure yang, the heart of a child, is talking about Chongyun,

He didn't think about whether Wang Daoyi was lying to him at all.

"Haha, Nilou's performance is over, so I guess there won't be any performance today, do you have any other arrangements?" Wang Dao smiled, and then asked about everyone's itinerary.

"After watching the show, I'm about to go to Baoshang Street for a walk." Xingqiu said.

Wang Daoyi nodded slightly: "Then I'll go with you." It just so happens that I'm also half a landlord, so I'm going to invite you to coffee. ”

The cafes in Sumeru are just like the teahouses in Liyue and the taverns in Mondstadt, and they are all great places to spend their time.

There are minstrels, in the taverns of Mondstadt,

Liyue's teahouse has storytellers and even a troupe.

And in the café in Sumeru, there are also craftsmen who beg for a living.

Of course, craftsmanship is just a general term, whether it is magic, acrobatics, storytelling, singing, it is a kind of craft.

Follow Wang Daoyi through the crowd of people,

All the way to the largest café in Baoshang Street,

The crowd stepped in.

"Welcome, what do you want?"

"It's okay to grind coffee by hand, one cup per person, and arrange a quiet location." Wang Dao waved his hand and spoke.

The attendant bowed slightly, indicating that he understood, and then led everyone to their seats.

meanwhile

A blonde girl was looking at the middle-aged man in front of her in the lounge of the café, and beside them, there was a white floater.

"Did you write down everything I said? Madach. Ying looked at the Sumeru storyteller in front of her, a little uneasy.

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, traveler, I have written down all the stories you said, and this time, I will definitely satisfy the customers." ”

Middle-aged people are storytellers who live in cafes, and generally live on tips from café customers.

Today, Ying returned to Sumeru City from the desert and met this storyteller.

At his begging, Ying told the storyteller about her experiences in other countries.

And the other party will use these experiences as a template to create a story that belongs to Ying.

That's why Ying cares so much about each other.

"That's good, that's good."

Ying and Paimon looked at each other, a little relieved.

In the café,

Wang Daoyi led everyone to sit down.

"Let's have some mille-feuille crispy, date palms, and Patisaran pudding."

Wang Daoyi said to the attendants beside him.

The attendant looked happy, this is really a big order, and then hurried to get busy.

After the squire is gone,

Wang Daoyi looked at his friends: "Coffee is a common drink in Sumeru and Fontaine, and a cup of high-quality coffee can make scholars more energetic to study, huh...... Just like the gentlemen of the Bungain love to drink tea. ”

The friends are a little curious, although it is not the first time they have heard of coffee, and even some of them have already drunk it.

But drinking coffee in a café always has a different feeling.

Just like people from other countries go to Liyue, it's the same thing to go to a teahouse to drink tea.

The main thing is novelty.

"Many Sumeru people like to drink coffee every day and stay away from the days of struggle, especially some mercenaries, who have been fighting all their lives, and when they reach the age of retirement, they like the peaceful environment here."

As soon as the crowd was listening to Wang Dao's words, they saw a man in a robe walking towards the center of the shop.

Some of the surrounding guests looked at the man and exclaimed, "Hey, Madah, you're not going to tell some corny stories today, are you?" ”

The storyteller who was embarrassed was not annoyed, but smiled and arched his hand to the other party: "That's not an old-fashioned story, it's the story of a hero of both civil and military affairs." ”

He first defended his story, then smiled and bowed around, making sure that everyone's eyes in the store were on him: "However, I won't tell those stories today, I went to find the legendary hero and learned some about her past, and today, we will talk about the stories of other countries." ”

The storyteller's words caught the attention of everyone in the store,

After listening to the story of Sumeru for a long time, suddenly a story from another country came, and this new smell rose.

"Alright, Madah, if that's right, I'll treat you to coffee, the best coffee."

There are regular customers helping to warm up the field.

The storyteller immediately arched his hand towards the other party: "That's what you said, I thank you in advance." ”

The other party also waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

Wait until the atmosphere is a little hot, and the voices are quiet,

The storyteller waved his hand and told him about the legend of the traveler in Mondstadt.

"Ahem, the story I'm going to tell today takes place in a distant foreign land.

Listen: [Poetry of the Wind and the Dragon]

…… At that time, the dragon had descended, and no one knew its true name.

Whoever can solve Mondstadt's crisis can save the lives of this place.

…… The warrior walked with the wind, and the poet stroked the qin and whispered: Why did the dry year guard be abandoned, just because the abyss was poisonous and bloody.

…… The devil's wind breathes, and the poisonous blood is pure.

Descendants of future generations, don't forget his name and surname, this poem is dedicated to Dvalin, the dragon of the east wind! ”

In the storyteller's frustrating and powerful words,

The story of the brave men saving the dragon echoes in the café.

Not only ordinary customers, but even the friends brought by Wang Daoyi were also a little fascinated by it.

Only Xiangling, after hearing this story, immediately remembered the time when Wang Daoyi and her were in Mondstadt City.

At the beginning, they also accepted the invitation of the Knights and went together to defeat Stormterror.

It was also after that big battle that she and Wang Daoyi gradually expressed their hearts.

"Papapapa~"

Fierce applause interrupted Xiangling's memories,

"Hey! It's kind of interesting this story."

"The character who is seen as a villain actually has a helpless background. No matter what the story is, it's moving. ”

The customers discussed the story and expressed their opinions on the story of Stormterror.

A few friends from Mondstadt were even more excited, and there was always a strange sense of pride in hearing stories about their homeland in a foreign land.

Bennett, Fischl, and Diona had a twinkle in their eyes: "Well spoken, even in the taverns of Mondstadt, there are few bards who can do it better than him." ”

Xingqiu's eyes looked at Wang Daoyi: "I heard Xiangling say that in this story, you and Xiangling are also involved, right?" ”

The legend in a legendary story sits beside him, and this situation greatly stimulates Xingqiu's creative spirit.

He wanted to write a chivalrous story about the magic dragon.

Wang Daoyi nodded slightly: "That's really a story from a long time ago, when Xiangling and I didn't understand anything, we went to Mondstadt together, I remember, Diona also met Xiangling at that time." ”

The kitten bartender crossed his hands on his hips: "That's right, as soon as Xiangling and I met, we knew that we would definitely get along very well, and in fact, we did become good friends." ”

Xiangling was also nodding: "Well, Diona's cocktail is very clever, and her use of ingredients is similar to my use of ingredients, so we became good friends all of a sudden." ”

"Hey, although the friendship between you is also very enviable, I want to know how you defeated Stormterror in the first place." Xingqiu interrupted Xiangling and Diona's memories.

The two girls glanced at Xingqiu unhappily, then snorted coldly and ignored this guy.

Wang Dao smiled and turned his gaze to the other side: "If you want to know, it's better to ask Ying." ”

Following Wang Daoyi's gaze, Xingqiu immediately saw two figures, one yellow and one white, beside the storyteller just now, who seemed to be saying something.

Xingqiu smiled, stood up, and waved his hand over there: "Ying, Paimon~"

Ying and Paimon, who were being thanked, heard a familiar voice and turned their heads to see that in the quiet corner of the café, there were many of their friends.

"Wow, that's a lot of friends."

"Wait, they won't all hear the story."

Ying was very happy for the first time, and then reacted, will these people finish listening to her story?

There is a sense of shame in writing about being known by the family.

Saying goodbye to the storyteller beside him, Ying led Paimon to the friends in thanks.

"Everyone, what a coincidence, why are you all here?" Paimon asked curiously.

"They came to the Akademiya's celebration, and as the host, I invited them to a coffee, I didn't expect to hear the story of Stormterror here." Wang Daoyi looked at Ying and Paimon and explained.

Ying's heart relaxed slightly, it's not just that she came to listen to the story.

"Haha, I've been adventuring in the desert with Jeunt a few days ago, and when I came back today, I was stopped by Madah, and he said that he wanted to know about our past experiences, so I told him some."

Ying also explained.

After all, in the story of Stormterror, there are two more prototypes here.

Xiangling and Wang Daoyi both smiled and didn't care.

"I ordered dessert, let's sit down and eat some together." Wang Daoyi stretched out his hand to invite.

Before Ying could speak, Paimon immediately nodded vigorously, "Okay!" ”

She had already seen the table full of desserts, and she couldn't be greedy.

Everyone tasted the food happily.

A wonderful afternoon tea, a nice legend.

Everyone had a nice afternoon.

Wine. After the coffee is full of desserts,

Everyone looked at Wang Daoyi, he was undoubtedly the highest status here, and everyone had just eaten the afternoon tea he invited, so the next arrangement was naturally decided by Wang Daoyi.

"Shall I arrange it? Ha, let's go shopping together, the streets in the evening are the most prosperous. ”

In the evening,

Workers, scholars, and others are almost out of work,

Countless people gather on the bustling streets, and it seems that this place is becoming more and more lively.

In the lively flow of people,

The ghost king with red horns on his head was looking at his deputy with an innocent face,

"Listen to me, this fruit is really given to me by a small mushroom head, not from the stall."

Arataki Ichito is holding a huge dun dun peach in his hand, which is the best grade at a glance, this kind of peach, ordinary fruit farmers are reluctant to eat, and it is used for sale.

Just now, Arataki Itto and Kuki Shinobu passed by a fruit stand, and in a flash, Arataki Itto had an extra fruit in his hand.

This can't help but make Kuki Shinobu suspect that his boss has casually followed the fruit of others.

Listening to Arataki Itto's quibbles (explanations), Kuki Shinobu frowned slightly, emotionally, she was willing to believe Arataki Itto.

But intellectually, Kuki Shinobu didn't believe that there was a small mushroom head that was invisible to everyone and gave Arataki Itto a good fruit.

Being looked at by Kuki Shinobu with suspicion, Arataki Itto was a little sad and angry, he was not very good at words, and his explanation was more like a quibble.

I wanted to find the little mushroom head just now, but I couldn't find it.

It wasn't until the searching eye saw the other side of the crowd that a familiar figure appeared.

"Hey, that's Brother Dao, haha, he can definitely prove my innocence."

Surprised, Arataki Ichito dragged Kuki Shinobu through the crowd and approached in the direction of Wang Daoyi and the others.

(End of chapter)