Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 139 Strange Match

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Finally, this symphony that shocked Samuel spiritually ended with a melody played by the violin that symbolized freedom and joy.

At this time, Samuel was still immersed in his chanting and had not come to his senses.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Barbara leaned over and called softly.

Samuel reacted and wanted to shout and applaud, but then he thought that this would damage the noble image of His Holiness the Pope, so he smiled and nodded instead.

"Praise Lord Barbatos!" He held the wind in his hands devoutly, then clenched them back in front of his chest.

"Praise Lord Barbatos!" Seeing this, Barbara, Giuliana and the people who had just played music on the stage also followed suit and saluted.

"Okay, thank you all for your hard work, let's all go and take a rest." Barbara smiled brightly and shouted to the band and choir on the stage.

After looking at each other and collectively bowing to Samuel, the people on the stage began to pack up their equipment.

Giuliana walked off the stage smiling and looking expectant.

"Your Majesty, this is the first time we perform for you." She smiled respectfully, "I hope we can leave a good impression on you."

His Holiness, who was still in the rhythm and had not yet come to his senses, described his feelings frankly:

“Yes, it’s grand…

"Especially when you chant, I feel the sacredness."

Gilliana's smile faltered.

Being praised as "holy" by God's earthly representative?

Will it really not be misunderstood as "overstepping"?

It was not until Samuel watched Giuliana's expectant expression gradually twist into fear that he realized what he had just said.

“…I didn’t mean to overstep my authority on you, it’s just that the atmosphere at that time gave me a similar feeling.” Samuel stood up and explained in a serious tone with a straight face.

Giuliana nodded slightly, reluctantly accepting the statement.

But she didn't dare stay with Samuel any longer at this time. She turned and left, saying "Help the band organize the instruments."

That sentence had a great impact on Giuliana...Samuel couldn't help but feel ashamed for his quick words.

That’s right... a devout nun being praised as "holy" by God's followers... no matter how you think about it, it would feel like an overstepping of authority, right?

It seems that I need to be more careful with my words in the future... Samuel warned himself in his heart, and seeing that Barbara was still watching him, he asked some questions about the symphony just now.

For example, "the status of this symphony in the church and Mondstadt", "whether the events described in the symphony represent Lord Barbatos leading the people of Mondstadt out of their predicament", etc.

Barbara answered and expanded on the questions one by one, while Samuel asked some new questions.

As we chatted, we came to talk about the Windblume Festival, which evolved from Mondstadt's history.

"The Wind Flower Festival is in two days. I heard that my sister, Captain Jean, has handed over the planning of this Wind Flower Festival to Your Majesty, right?" Barbara, who was relaxing in the casual chat, accidentally made a slip of the tongue. After trying to make up for it, she quickly changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, Your Majesty, this is the first time that we humans have celebrated the festival of the people of Mondstadt together, right?"

What do you mean by "human beings"? I am also a human being, okay? Well, I guess I am not in your eyes. Samuel complained silently in his heart.

"You must enjoy the festive atmosphere then. I hope Your Majesty can have a pleasant Wind Flower Festival!" Barbara blessed with a smile, then said hello to Samuel and turned to help organize the musical instruments.

Well... although I really want to experience the traditional festival of the Mond people, this seems to be Valentine's Day... I am a single dog - no, a single slime, and it seems that I will only be fed dog food if I go out... Samuel was struggling in his heart.

Giuliana will definitely have to go home to celebrate the festival with her husband Rudolf and daughter Lily, and the other nuns will probably have their own families to accompany them.

Although he could let them stay, doing so would make him, the Pope, appear too unkind, and there was no need to do so.

Alas... Caring for the empty-nest old slime——

…No, if you count carefully, I’m only half a year old.

Samuel looked at Barbara, who was laughing and talking with her companions, and sighed imperceptibly.

The Wind Flower Festival seems to be a festival for being with close ones and giving each other flowers and good wishes.

But after thinking about it, he found that he didn't have anyone close enough to invite to celebrate the festival together.

——He would like to celebrate the festival with his own god, but the other party is probably still in a half-asleep state.

And...even if Lord Barbatos woke up, Samuel didn't dare to invite Him.

After all, that is the god he believes in and admires... The stubborn little slime would never say that it is because he is timid and shy.

Struggling with confusion, Samuel unconsciously walked to the window and looked up at the breeze blowing in the sky, which was gradually changing from sky blue to warm yellow.

Today's wind... seems to blow a little lighter than usual... Samuel thought so doubtfully before he heard Giuliana walk up to him and tell him that "today's classes are over."

……

Mondstadt, southeast gate.

Lawrence Parfield, who was in a much better mood after venting his emotions in the confessional, was standing guard as usual with another colleague who did not like him very much but did not reject him openly.

It was already late at night, but it was not as dark as one would have imagined.

In addition to the silver light cast by the bright moon, the lightning-element lamps on the gate and the stone bridge also emitted warm yellow light, illuminating the scene before him.

As a result, he saw a group of caravans driving horses, pulling carriages and goods and planning to run over through the Southeast Bridge.

…No, to be precise, it rushed over very quickly!

Did the horse eat the stamens of the Flame Flower? Why is it so excited? Lawrence complained in his mind.

Seeing that his colleagues on the other side of the gate were unmoved, he became anxious and had no choice but to leave on his own.

He was a little scared, but he still walked to the gate blocked by iron railings and shouted to the horse that was about to cross the bridge and hit him:

"Merchants who have come from afar, please stop the car! The Knights of Favonius need to check your documents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse slowed down visibly and stopped steadily in front of him.

She didn't forget to blow hot air on his face.

Fortunately, the horse didn’t have bad breath... Lawrence walked around the horse expressionlessly, performed the chivalric etiquette to the coachman, and then walked to the next carriage.

"Open the door, Knights of Favonius." He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the carriage.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed simply, with a clean-shaven face and obviously shaved beard, walked out lightly.

In his left hand, he held a sleeping little girl in a plain dark green dress, and covered his forehead with his right hand, looking dizzy.

Following closely behind him out of the carriage was a minstrel dressed in green, wearing a soft hat decorated with a few green leaves and a white Cecilia flower.

"Please show me your ID," Lawrence said politely.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, as if he had not yet recovered from the high-speed speed and the sudden stop.

It took him a moment to realize that he was being spoken to.

He used his free left hand to search his body slowly, as if he was worried about disturbing the girl in his arms.

Then he slowly took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Lawrence for inspection.

Lawrence blinked as he looked at the documents that appeared to be in good condition, then walked to the back of the carriage, where the cargo was tied to the vehicle with ropes and a large black cloth.

The man obviously knew what he meant. He exchanged a glance with the young bard beside him, and the young man walked over, untied the rope and tore off the black cloth, revealing the cargo inside.

Lawrence confirmed the goods and found that they were consistent with what was registered on the documents, so he released them.

Lawrence felt a little confused after looking at his colleague who was yawning and pulling open the pull-up iron gate, and then at the coachmen and passengers who packed their goods and led their horses in.

A middle-aged man... a little girl... a young bard and a bunch of elemental products.

Strange combination.