Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Edwin was very considerate. As soon as he waved, the villagers came out with stoves and gathered around Wendy.

And he painted very quickly, and soon the statue of the God of Wind was finished.

At that moment, Wendy immediately changed into winter clothes, folded her wings, and ran to Edwin to look at his painting.

Although the details of the painting are not as good as the genius of Villari, it can be said to be lifelike.

Wendy wanted to take the painting and appreciate it carefully, but Edwin turned around and handed it to the craftsmen in the village for them to start carving.

Wendy looked at him helplessly and with some resentment: "Why are you like this now?"

"Hey."

That look deserves a beating.

Wendy immediately understood Paimon's mood when he yelled "Hey, what do you mean?"

But he wasn't annoyed either. He patted Edwin on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up: "You've learned well. How about this? I'll teach you how to make wine. You still owe me a roomful of wine."

Hearing this, Edwin was very excited. As his number one fan, having his idol teach him in person was the greatest benefit, so he immediately nodded and agreed, clamoring to learn how to make wine right away.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to leave, Siswan stood in front of Wendy holding Qin in his arms, looking at Wendy haggardly.

"Wait a moment." Wendy said and walked towards Siswan.

"Have you cried enough?" Wendy asked straight to the point.

Siswan nodded. At this moment, he was as gentle as when they first met, but became a little indifferent.

"Lord Barbatos, can I trouble you? Alul's last wish was to be cremated and then scatter her ashes. She said that being trapped by me for three years was too lonely, and she wanted to pursue freedom, so she was cremated. Things..."

Wendy nodded. The pursuit of freedom is the wish of every Mondstadt. As the god of Mondstadt, he should realize it for them.

So, he followed Siswan to the cellar of Siswan's house. He was afraid that fighting with Wendy would damage his wife's body, so he moved here early.

After setting up the stage, Siswan put his wife on it. He hugged her tightly and kissed her again and again, never wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for keeping you trapped for so long. I'm sorry Alul. I'm really sorry. I'll let you go today. I'm sorry..."

He said his farewell words over and over again, and finally walked away with determination.

Light the firewood with your own hands.

"Please...please...Lord Barbatos..." Siswan said with tears.

Wendy closed her eyes, and the elemental power in her body began to fluctuate. After taking a long breath, the wind immediately started blowing.

Under the action of diffusion reaction, the fire burns more vigorously and the temperature is higher.

Siswan always had his back turned, clutching his sleeve tightly. Although he felt reluctant to let go this time, he did not break down and cry.

Because he knows that it should be a happy thing to fulfill someone's wish.

Soon, the fire burned out, and Siswan collected the ashes in a beautiful jar with his own hands.

He wanted to open it and let it go, but after thinking about it, he closed the lid again, looked at Wendy and said, "Lord Barbatos, can you really shape the terrain and blow away the wind and snow?"

"of course."

Siswan nodded and looked at the ashes affectionately: "Then I'll wait until it's warm before sprinkling them. She died of cold syndrome, and I kept her in an ice coffin for many years. I can't keep her in the cold anymore."

Hearing him say this reminded Wendy of what Alul had told her about her own death.

Wendy still wanted to confirm something, so she asked Siswan: "Your wife has never mentioned a little girl to you."

"Huh? Little girl? What little girl?"

"Just like the original Crodia, she looks like a little girl who has lost all her senses and feels very pitiful."

Siswan thought for a while and nodded: "There is such a little girl. At that time, Alul said that he had seen her outside the village. He also brought her food from home, invited her to the house and ran away."

Later, Arul told Siswan that she wanted to adopt him, so the two of them went looking for him together, but failed to find him.

After that, Alul often talked about the little girl, but she never talked about it again after she fell ill.

"Is there any problem?" Siswan wondered.

"I don't know if there is a problem, let's talk about it." Wendy shrugged at him, "It's almost time to set off, go and pack up. I didn't give you elemental power, so find a bow and I'll teach you some of the best Just a basic fight."

After all, Wendy could see during the fight that the demon god taught him all kinds of nonsense. Apart from using elemental power to smash around, there was no skill at all.

"You...teach me?" Siswan was a little surprised.

"Of course, you are also a talent. I want to train you to be my right-hand man."

"Yes." Siswan bowed humbly, then took the urn and went home to pack it away.

Wendy stood there looking at the burned firewood and sighed, and the last words Alul said to herself came to mind: "That is a god, but it is different from you, and it is different from the demon god in the ice and snow. "

She was a harmless little girl, but when she got closer, she exuded an ominous look.

Her illness was indeed caused by cold, but her death may have something to do with the ominous god.

That day, Siswan was not at home, and the girl found Alul. At that time, Alul saw fear.

From then on, she was in fear. Even though she proved over and over again that her home was safe and there was nothing scary, she still couldn't control her fear.

In the end, I stopped thinking about tea and food, and my illness became worse and worse.

Wendy asked her what it meant to see fear.

She hesitated and couldn't explain clearly, and in the end she said she had forgotten it, but at the moment she saw it, she was really scared.

If what she said is true, then the little girl's ability is the culprit.

Wendy walked back to the village, and now they were carving the piece of ice with great care.

There happened to be an old man sitting under the eaves and looking at him with a smile. Wendy immediately walked over and asked: "Grandpa, has there been a little girl in the village before?"

"Little boy? There are many villages." The old man became enthusiastic and wanted to take Wendy to find the little boy.

Wendy immediately grabbed him and raised her voice: "Not a little boy! A little girl! There is no strange little girl in the village! Ahem!"

Wendy had never spoken in such a loud voice in her life, which made him cough.

This is really a challenge for a bard.

But it also reminded him of Tvarin who kept shouting "Do something serious! Barbatos!"

Thinking this way, it's no wonder that the dragon's throat has become so rough, and it roars excessively with emotion. It seems that after summoning it this time, it needs to be properly moisturized.

"A strange little girl? There is a girl! What's that called... Oops, I can't remember exactly. Anyway, there was one." The uncle said confidently.

"Isn't she a little girl who looks dull! She doesn't have any reaction and is very gloomy!?" Wendy shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Ah, yes! It's like that, like a ghost!"