Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 147 Take off all disguises

Samuel's true form is an elemental slime.

The origin of his birth was the precipitation of a trace of wind elemental power from the God of Wind.

Therefore, for him, nothing could better confirm the existence in front of him than the fluctuations of wind elements flowing by his ears, which were almost identical to those in his body.

If it weren't for the remnant of rationality he still had, Samuel would have almost lost control of his body, jumped off the platform, and rushed to his god.

He wanted to tell Him in person how much he missed Him.

He wanted to tell Him all that he had experienced in His absence.

he wants……

“…Your Majesty?”

Giuliana behind him noticed his abnormality and spoke with concern, interrupting his thoughts.

Samuel gradually came to his senses.

Lord Barbatos is watching from the audience... He can't make any mistakes in the last step.

Thinking of this, he cleared his throat and, with the blessing of the wind, announced the official end of the Wind Flower Ceremony and the official start of the Wind Flower Festival.

As soon as the words fell, the people in the Temple Square burst into celebratory and enthusiastic cheers.

Hearing the voice, he could no longer suppress his inner excitement and quickly walked off the stage, wanting to speak to his god face to face as soon as possible.

But he was stopped by Giuliana behind him.

"…Your Majesty, I have another trip this afternoon. Where are you going?"

Samuel paused.

...Yes, he made an appointment with the leader of the Qin Band yesterday and had activities in the afternoon and evening.

But Lord Barbatos is obviously more important than these activities...

Before he could hesitate for long, the wind in his ears said:

"Hey, you can put your work on hold for a while. Just tell them it's my will that you want to go to the Wind Flower Festival."

He always listened to Lord Barbatos.

After saying these words, Samuel quickly walked down the stage, ignoring Giuliana's increasingly blurred eyes behind him.

At this time, Wendy also squeezed through the crowded crowd step by step towards Samuel, wanting to greet him.

But there were too many people, and many people were unwilling to give way, so the process was very slow.

He had just squeezed for a long time before he got to a position where Samuel could clearly see him.

Just as he was about to squeeze out, the next second, his way was blocked by two arms wearing silver armor.

Looking at the two Knights of Favonius who were sizing her up seriously, Wendy blinked her emerald green eyes.

Then, he said in a gentle voice:

"My dear knights, I have something to say to His Majesty. Can you please let me pass?"

"I'm sorry, our duty is to protect Your Majesty. Please don't get too close and interfere with our work." The knight on the left said seriously.

"If there is a situation where you really need to see His Majesty, you can make an appointment with the Church of Favonius. His Majesty has a gentle personality, and after confirming that you are not a threat, he should agree to a meeting soon." The knight on the right said friendly.

Wendy: "..."

Since when do gods need to make an appointment to see their followers?

Seeing that there seemed to be no way to get through immediately, he thought for a while, shook his head and sighed.

Then, under the strange gazes of the two Knights of Favonius, he cleared his throat and said helplessly:

“Originally I didn’t want to reveal my identity, but now it seems I have no choice but to do so.

"Guardians of the Wind God's followers, do you know who you have stopped?"

The two Knights of Favonius looked at each other and slowly typed a question mark.

Wendy smiled mysteriously, put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and said in a solemn tone:

"Be excited, be trembling! The one before you is none other than the wind god Barbatos himself!"

Two Knights of Favonius: "..."

The people around who were watching the show said: "..."

Did this bard drink too much fake wine?

I've told you that the wine imported from Zhidong Country is not drinkable, why don't you listen?

"So why don't you let me go quickly, or I... hey, hey, don't push me, can't I just walk..."

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a clear and gentle voice came from behind.

Hearing the excited shouts of the crowd around them, the two knights quickly turned their heads and when they recognized the person coming, they immediately stood up straight and performed the etiquette of the Knights Templar.

"Let the wind take its course, Saint Samuel!"

……

Jean Gunhild was waiting in his European-style courtyard in advance as agreed with Samuel yesterday.

According to the agreement, His Majesty will return to his residence to have a meal after the Wind Flower Festival, and then rest for about half an hour before going to the garrison area with her to prepare for the afternoon activities.

Originally, she suggested that His Majesty come a little later. After all, although there were many activities in the afternoon, they were not rushed.

If she goes ahead to deal with it, Your Majesty can slow down appropriately.

But the strange thing is that His Majesty seemed to have made up his mind and insisted on going with her.

You know, her schedule is accurate to the minute.

There are more activities than just those written on His Majesty's schedule.

Although Qin felt it was very strange at the time, she had to admit that she was actually very happy inside.

Your Majesty has always been reluctant to attend such events, but now he has come to terms with it, which is a good thing.

Not only will the church and the Knights Templar strengthen their ties with major chambers of commerce, but the trade activities, economic exchanges and construction brought by foreign envoys will also be better communicated.

It just so happened that there was still a small part of the economic gap that had not been filled after the wolf disaster, and she was worrying about how to negotiate with the envoys from Liyue. Fortunately, His Majesty agreed to attend.

——If Your Majesty is here, I believe those sharp-tongued envoys will not dare to make those rude and roundabout requests.

Especially the envoy from the Fatui of the Kingdom of Winter.

After all, Your Majesty represents Lord Barbatos.

As she was thinking, Qin suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the courtyard.

Then the gate to the courtyard was pushed open.

…It should be His Majesty who has returned.

She quickly stood up and went to greet him.

But the only ones who could enter the courtyard were the few nuns who had followed His Majesty to the Temple Square in the morning.

“What is this…?” Qin asked puzzledly as she looked at Sister Giuliana approaching.

Giuliana first bowed to her politely, then said:

"Captain Gunhild, His Majesty asked me to inform you that he will not participate in the afternoon activities."

Qin didn't react for a moment.

Although she had anticipated the possibility that His Majesty might change his mind at the last minute, she had made corresponding backup plans.

But seeing the resolute look on His Majesty's face yesterday, she thought this plan would be unnecessary.

After a while, she came back to her senses and asked:

“…Is there a reason?”

...Your Majesty, is there something urgent that you need to deal with first?

Sister Giuliana looked strange and said in confusion:

“Your Majesty said… this is the will of Lord Barbatos.

"His Majesty also said... that he was going to attend the Wind Flower Festival."

Qin: ...?

Even Qin couldn't help but feel confused at this moment.

……

His Holiness the Pope, who had stood up the leader of the harp band, was now walking side by side with the young bard beside him.

Because Samuel's status was too conspicuous, they did not walk on the crowded streets, but strolled along the gravel paths in the green gardens of the church city.

Therefore, Samuel smelled the fragrance of flowers brought by the breeze.

He was in a very good mood at this moment, and even the air smelled sweet.

——The appearance of Lord Barbatos was too sudden, too unexpected, and too surprising for him, so he felt incomparable joy.

He could never have imagined that with just a casual glance, he would see the god he had been thinking about day and night looking at him from the audience.

However, although he was indescribably happy, Samuel still felt a little guilty when he thought about breaking his promise yesterday.

"...Lord Barbatos, is this really okay?" he asked.

Not only was he talking about his breach of contract, but also about how he had let Lord Barbatos into the venue in front of so many people just now at the Temple Square.

Given his unconcealed joy and respect at the time, what if that group of people really took off Lord Barbatos's vest?

But Wendy, who was standing by, walked briskly, not looking worried at all.

Hearing this, he turned his head, looked at the white-haired boy in front of him with a smile in his emerald green eyes, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Of course there is no problem, I have already said that it is the will of the God of Wind.

"As for me...so what if I guessed it? I don't think many people would believe it."

This was indeed the truth. Given Samuel's familiarity with the Church of the West Wind, even if rumors arose, the church would probably not acknowledge that the bard in Mondstadt, who was notoriously idle, was the God of the Wind.

The rumors will definitely be directed to other directions, any direction is fine, but it must not be related to the sacred and noble Lord Wind God.

At worst, he can just step in person to guide public opinion... Thinking of this, Samuel breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the fact that he stood up the piano leader...

Seeing that Samuel was relieved but still a little entangled, Wendy continued:

"As I said before, my original intention was just to make you happier and enjoy yourself more.

"Relax more and don't let work take over your life."

Samuel nodded hesitantly.

But, it seems like he just made up his mind yesterday...

Wendy looked into his eyes for a moment, then stopped and came up to him, examining him curiously.

Then, under Samuel’s puzzled gaze, He stretched out His index finger, poked Samuel’s cheek, and sighed:

"That's not right... Where is the playful little slime in my memory?"

"Lord Barbatos..." Feeling the touch on his cheek, the white-haired boy was stunned and felt that his face seemed to be slightly hot.

However, Lord Barbatos did not seem to notice and continued to advise:

"Well, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, and today happens to be the Wind Flower Festival, so why not treat it as a day off?"

After hearing his words, Samuel lowered his head and thought for a while.

After a moment, he nodded:

"…Okay, I'll listen to Master Barbatos."

Seeing this, Wendy seemed relieved, and smiled with her hands on her hips: "That's right."

"It's a rare opportunity to run into the annual Windflower Festival. It's also your first time attending a festival in Mondstadt. It would be a shame if you don't take a good look around."

Samuel nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

As for Captain Qin’s words…I’ll explain them later.

The most important thing now is Lord Barbatos.

……

Then they continued walking along the gravel path, chatting as they walked.

Wendy asked Samuel about what happened to him after He fell asleep, and Samuel unconsciously recounted it like a child trying to please his elders.

There was nothing pitiful about it, after all, Samuel only said things that were funny.

For example, Tevarin's "Windborn, did you see that?" and "I have helped you fulfill your request, and what happens next has nothing to do with me."

For example, there are jokes like "Bennett didn't recognize he was Xiao Feng" and "Fischl didn't recognize he was His Majesty".

Even after he exaggerated it, these things sounded so hilarious.

But Wendy only laughed along for a while at first, then she stopped laughing.

He looked at the smiling white-haired boy beside him, frowning with an unhappy expression.

How could it be so smooth sailing?

Samuel this guy...

Why don't you tell Him about your grievances?

"… and my hair. I used to think it blocked my eyes a bit, but after going shopping with Amber Ulla, I realized that I could tie my hair up…"

"——Samuel." Wendy suddenly spoke, interrupting the white-haired boy in front of her who was talking endlessly.

Samuel stopped and looked at the god beside him with some surprise:

"…Hmm? What's wrong, Lord Barbatos?"

Why didn't you tell me what happened during the wolf disaster?

It's not like I don't know about the Abyss Cult. How can you not say a word about it?

And yesterday afternoon, why did your back look so lost...

Why didn’t you tell Him any of these things?

Wendy wanted to ask, to accuse.

But looking at the sincerity in those blue eyes, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

After a long while, he finally uttered a sentence with difficulty under Samuel's gaze:

"…Thank you for your hard work during this period."

Samuel was stunned.

It took him a moment to react, he waved his hands, and said with a forced smile:

“…No way, how could I be so hard-working?

"With Lord Barbatos here, I am happy every minute of every second."

That being said.

But sometimes, the psychological defenses that you have built up layer by layer will collapse completely under the care of the most important person.

Wendy just looked at the white-haired boy's smiling eyes, which were filled with tears.

But Samuel still held back his tears.

He has grown up.

He can no longer cry as easily as he used to.

He is now a little taller than Lord Barbatos, and he looks like he is crying.

There might be other people nearby. What if I cry so ugly and get photographed by the reporters?

…Then it will cause trouble for Lord Barbatos again.

Seeing him like this, Wendy's original dissatisfaction disappeared instantly.

He pursed his lips, walked forward, stretched out his hand and gently took off the crown on the white-haired boy's head.

“It’s okay, cry.” He patted his head, “You’ll feel much better if you cry.”

"Lord Barbatos, I..." Samuel was touched by his gentle words.

All the grievances I have suffered flowed out like a spring.

"Lord Barbatos, I missed you so much..."

"I wonder every night when you can come back..."

Wendy lowered her eyes, leaned over, and slowly hugged him.

His Holiness, who was holy, noble and gentle in front of others, now took off all his disguises in front of his God.

He could no longer hold back and buried his head in His neck, crying uncontrollably.

"Alright, alright." The god patted the boy's back soothingly, saying, "I'm back."

His response was choked sobs and a tight hug from the boy.

The hug was so tight that it almost suffocated Wendy.

…as if afraid He would leave again.