"To be honest, the problem with the Sky Harp is not with the harp itself, but with its strings."
Ignoring Paimon, Wendy gently stroked the Sky Harp, feeling the elemental power within it, and addressed the crowd.
"As long as the wind elemental power on the strings is replenished, that will be enough."
As she spoke, Wendy looked at Ying.
"Outsider, now it's your turn to make a move."
"Me?" Ying was somewhat surprised.
"I don't have much experience in repairing musical instruments..."
"Don't worry." Wendy waved her hand. "Please take out Dvalin's tears."
"Oh." Upon hearing this, Ying nodded and quickly took it out.
"How could this be!" Qin exclaimed in disbelief.
She remembered seeing the Dvalin teardrop in Ying's hand before; the crystal was clearly blood red back then, but now it had turned into...
“Thanks to the traveler,” Wendy chuckled, “she purified it into its current form.”
"Truly amazing," Jean praised. "You truly deserve to be called the Knight of Honor."
"Hehe... It's alright..." Before Ying could speak, Paimon scratched his head sheepishly and said.
"I was the one who purified it..." Ying was speechless.
"Don't worry about the details," Paimon waved his hand. "We're partners, aren't we?"
"Hehe..." Wendy smiled slightly and continued speaking to Ying.
"Traveler, please place these two teardrops above the Sky Harp and let them fall."
Upon hearing this, Ying nodded slightly, gently releasing the hand holding the Tear of Dvalin. The tear landed softly on the Sky Harp, producing a clear "pop" sound.
Suddenly, a blue light shone on the Sky Harp, and the entire harp seemed to be revitalized, shining brightly.
"Oh, just as I expected." Wendy smiled slightly.
Qin gazed at the Sky Harp, which emitted a faint glow, and murmured to herself.
"Qin seems to have a kind of...youthful glow?"
"Wow!" Paimon exclaimed in surprise.
"The commander is praising himself!"
"I meant the Sky Harp..." Qin quickly waved her hand, a blush rising on her face.
“It’s all thanks to the Traveler’s Purification Crystal that the Sky Harp’s wind elemental power hasn’t continued to deplete, but…” Venti frowned slightly, “it’s still a ways from being full again. If only we could get a few more Dvalin’s Tears…”
Suddenly, Jiang Mu had a thought and asked.
"How can I make him cry? Can I just hit him?"
“Hey, hey, you can’t be so rude…” Wendy waved her hands repeatedly, then her face darkened, and she said, “Even now, Dvalin is crying… in some remote place…”
"What a pitiful big guy..."
Paimon was also somewhat moved.
“This isn’t just a matter for the Knight of Honor alone.” Upon hearing this, Jean said decisively, “We will all begin to act immediately.”
At this point, Qin looked at Ying: "After obtaining the Tear Crystal, I will ask the Knight of Honor to purify it."
"Leave it to me!" Ying said, indicating that there was no problem.
“Yes, that’s wonderful…” Wendy nodded in satisfaction. “The scenes of heroes entrusting each other with their missions and embarking on their journeys together are always so captivating…”
Then, Wendy abruptly changed the subject.
"Let me use this song to bid you farewell."
"Huh?" Paimon, noticing the anomaly, put his hands on his hips and questioned with displeasure, "Are you trying to slack off... by just talking?"
"Playing the piano requires the use of your hands..."
Wendy retorted.
"Ugh, I'm so angry!" Paimon pouted in dissatisfaction. "I've decided to give you an awful nickname!"
“Hmm…” Paimon thought for a moment and finally made a decision.
"It's decided, from now on you'll be called... Street Singer!"
………………
Suddenly, just as everyone was about to part ways, Diluc called out to Luminous.
"Traveler, I'm going to explore some ruins. Would you be interested?"
"Ruins?" Upon hearing this, Ying frowned slightly. At this time...
"It seems there are teardrops of the Stormterror Dragon inside, as well as some treasures."
Diluc spoke slowly and deliberately.
"A treasure!" Paimon exclaimed, perking up at the words. "Is it the cup that Barbatos, the god of the winds, once drank from?"
"I'm sorry..." Upon hearing this, Diluc chuckled slightly, but still said, "While it could certainly be considered a treasure if it existed, it isn't."
"Never mind, even just a tear from Dvalin is valuable enough."
Ying nodded at Diluc.
"Okay, when do we leave?"
Diluc smiled and looked out the window, where the light was faintly shining.
"Now!"
As he spoke, Diluc looked at Jean.
"So, Qin, are you coming too?"
"Of course, senior!" Qin nodded excitedly, then looked at Jiang Mu.
"you also……"
"No, thank you."
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Mu simply shook his head.
"I'm just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, and I'm waiting for your good news in Mondstadt."
"Alright then." Although she was a little disappointed, Jean didn't insist. She looked at Diluc and Luminous and said slowly but firmly.
"Senior, and fellow travelers, let's set off!"
"Hmm!" x2
"Have a safe journey," Jiang Mu murmured, watching their retreating figures.
"Alright, it's time for me to rest too." Wendy stretched as she watched the others leave, put away the Sky Harp, and looked at Jiang Mu.
"Then I won't bother you any longer, goodbye."
With that, Wendy effortlessly grabbed a bottle of wine from the bar and ran upstairs.
"That guy who never does anything productive..."
Jiang Mu shook his head helplessly and walked out of the tavern.
Walking slowly down the street, feeling the unique atmosphere of Mondstadt in the early morning, Jiang Mu took a deep breath.
"It's so nice... such a peaceful life..."
In the game of his previous life, Mondstadt was modeled after medieval Western Europe, where everything was so simple and natural. There was no noise and thick black smoke from steam engines, nor light pollution from the overuse of electric lights. All of this made Jiang Mu feel relaxed and happy.
As Jiang Mu walked past a middle-aged man standing by the roadside, head bowed, muttering, "I can only spread your story far and wide," he sighed softly.
Hans Jacibord. A "great" adventurer who abandoned his real name and adopted the title of Stanley the Great. His true intention in abandoning his original name was not to seek fame or fortune, but to use his own methods to firmly remember his old friend, whom he had gradually forgotten due to "wear and tear"...
Jiang Mu sighed and went straight back to his hotel.
It's better to leave this matter to Ying and Wendy. As an outsider, he shouldn't get too involved.
Even if I were to participate, it wouldn't be now...
After a quick wash, Jiang Mu lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep...
Shortly after Jiang Mu fell asleep, a figure suddenly opened the door to Jiang Mu's room and then... slipped into his blankets...
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